Chapter 278： Think of him as driftwood in the flood

Feng Xian sat up and cried Lao Yu.

For convenience, Lao Yu's room was arranged next to him, but this time, no one came over.

At this time, the sound of the rain was louder again, and his voice was very weak mixed in the heavy rain.

Fumbling towards the door according to his memory, his hand smoothly touched the doorknob, and when he was about to twist it open, the door suddenly moved by himself.

He was very vigilant, and immediately pressed the doorknob, with a sharp voice: "Who?"

The heavy rain was fierce, and a faint voice came from outside the door: "Yes, it's me."

This voice...

He condensed his expression and immediately opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a person would level him directly, and then he would fall to the ground.

He held her hands in time, and could feel her embarrassed look all over her body being wet from the heavy rain, and her body was very tight.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked quietly.

The other party was speechless, holding his arms tightly with both hands, but his body was falling down, and his hands were still shaking.

Feng Xian had to pick her up, turned around, walked slowly towards the bed, and put her on it.

I was about to call Uncle Yu, but this girl didn't let go of him.

The whole person shrank into his arms, and his body was shaking.

"I'll find Old Uncle Yu to help you." He whispered softly.

"Save..." She whispered something.

"Huh?" Feng Xian lowered his head and listened close to her face.

He couldn't see the distance, he touched her cheek all at once, his face was slightly tight, and he straightened up immediately.

"Big brother... let me... stay with you... here..."

There was a weak voice. Before he had time to ask what had happened, some noisy noises suddenly came from outside.

Vaguely, not very real

After more than a minute, the sound disappeared.

He lowered her head and asked for two more words, but she didn't respond, and began to babble, talking indistinctly.

Holding the clothes behind his back with both hands, treating him as a driftwood in the flood, holding him tightly.

He slowed his mind, reached out his hand next to him, touched his clothes, and wiped her face and hair.

She kept the posture nestled in his arms, motionless, but her body was trembling slightly.

After a few minutes, she slowly stopped shaking, and she was completely quiet.

The clothes in Feng Xian's hands got wet one after another, doing his best to wipe off the rain from him.

But her clothes were still wet, and he couldn't help changing it, let alone being old.

There is no woman in this temple or outside the temple.

He sighed lightly.

The body stayed in this position for too long and gradually became sore, so he leaned back, cushioned her back with a pillow, and then continued to wipe her rain with her dry clothes.

He wasn't sure if she was hurt, although there was no **** smell, but her words and deeds were abnormal, which was really worrying.

Gradually, the heavy rain stopped.

The wet clothes he put on the bedside table were also piled up into mountains, all of which were used to wipe the girl with rain.

Finally, in the dead of night, his hands holding the semi-wet clothes slowly dropped to the side of the bed, his head was leaning against the bed, and he fell asleep.

When he woke up, his posture changed.

He was lying flat on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, and there was no one else beside him.

I didn't pay attention to falling asleep at one point last night. I was worried that I was still holding the girl next to me when I woke up just now. In this way, it would be hard for him to tell if he came in.

But when did that girl leave?