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At some point, he had woken up and was half-leaning on the bedside, staring at her as she walked in. His eyes lowered and lightly scanned her feet, and finally he lifted them up and landed on her face again. Up, not even a moment.
Mo Shuang pursed her lips, feeling a little flustered for some reason.
Human psychology is really strange, and it often changes in an instant.
Just because of Eleven's words, she didn't know how to face this man.
Hate is still that hateful, resentment is still that resentful, but the thing of resentment seems to be different.
"Why?"
She slowly met his gaze, and the doubts and displeasure in her heart made her ask, "Why do you want to save me?"
Eleven said that in the face of life and death, love is actually very simple. If there is only one chance to live, both parties will leave this chance to each other.
Is this really the case
Is that what he thought at the time
She looked straight at him, not wanting to miss any of his subtle expressions.
Leng Qisu did not answer her question, but frowned, his eyes fixed on the blush on her cheeks, "Have you been drinking?"
The low voice contained a hint of displeasure.
Mo Shuang was startled. They were so far apart, but she didn't expect him to be so sharp.
Obviously, the two people's thoughts are not on the same point.
"I asked you why?"
"Answer me first!" He interrupted her.
This man is always so domineering.
"Yes, I drank!" She suppressed the restlessness in her heart and nodded.
"With whom? Or alone?"
She suddenly remembered that in modern times, when she interrogated prisoners, it was like this.
She is not his prisoner!
She even wanted to reply to him and say that it had nothing to do with him or being alone, but she still held back.
"With Brother Eleven!"
"Eleven?" Leng Qisu was startled, then raised his eyebrows, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "You two really hit it off!"
Mo Shuang didn't understand why he suddenly became happy again, but she quite agreed with what he said.
She really hit it off with that boy.
In this time and space, she has always been alone, fighting alone, enduring everything alone. It was not until she met Eleven that she found the feeling of a friend for the first time.
It has nothing to do with romance, no hierarchy, and no regard for gender differences. Eleven is cheerful and kind-hearted. He is the only person with whom she can let go of her guard and talk.
Feng Xiaochen counts, but his thoughts are different from Eleven, she understands.
Only in front of Eleven, she felt no pressure.
Thinking about it, I am really sad.
Curving her lips, she laughed to herself, "Brother Eleven is the only person in the world who believes in me!"
Leng Qisu's body stiffened, and the wound on his back accidentally touched the head of the bed.
He frowned and instinctively bounced away.
believe
He understood that she was blaming him.
In fact, he really wanted to tell her, and he didn't believe it, but he couldn't say it. After all, he had hesitated and doubted her before, which led to the scars on the two of them today.
Seeing his frown and pain in his eyes, Mo Shuang's expression changed and she hurriedly walked to the bed, "How are you? Did you touch a wound?"
Just as she was about to bend down to check his wounds, there was a sudden weight on her wrist, and her hand was grabbed.
Her body stiffened and her breathing stagnated for a second.
"Are you worried about me?"
He gasped slightly.
Although his eyebrows were still furrowed and his face was pale, the surprise in his dark eyes was not concealed.
Since that day at Jinluan Palace, when had she ever cared about him
Her indifference and disdain drove him almost crazy.
But at least now, she cares about him, right
This discovery actually made him a little ecstatic.
When Mo Shuang remained silent, he repeated, "You're worried about me, aren't you?"
Mo Shuang pursed her lips and slowly pulled her wrist out of his hand, "I'm just worried about your injury!"
Her current mood was so chaotic that she didn't know how to answer his questions. She didn't even know the difference between worrying about him and worrying about his injury.
However, just this sentence brought Leng Qisu's mood to freezing point.
Not worried about him, just worried about his injury
Are you worried that his injury won't heal for a while and will affect the process of finding the Dragon Ball
After all, it’s still Feng Xiaochen!
He smiled bitterly.
"We will set off tomorrow. You can rest assured that even if I die, Feng Xiaochen will definitely not die!"
Mo Shuang was stunned. She didn't understand what his sudden emotion had to do with Feng Xiaochen.
But he used two words, two words that were very dazzling to her.
One for me, one for death.
Is he angry
Are you angry with her and Feng Xiaochen
Mo Shuang lowered her eyes and smiled. Could she understand that she was jealous
However, she didn't feel any joy at all. She really hated this way, it was too depressing and tiring.
Since when did the two of them become unable to even talk calmly to each other in the most basic way
This is how this man is and will always be like this!
"Can't you just be normal?"
She was really angry and a little sad because of the word death in his mouth.
"Normal?" Leng Qisu raised his eyes and looked at her, a little surprised. He stared at her for a while, then lowered his eyes and smiled softly, but his face became paler. "I also feel that I am not normal."
After saying that, without waiting for Mo Shuang to react, she frowned and turned around with difficulty. Even when she wanted to reach out to help her, he waved it away indifferently, "After a long night of tossing, go back and rest early." !”
“Leng Qisu…”
She didn't expect him to react like this, and she was a little at a loss.
Did she hurt him
Yes, he saved her and almost died, but she is still here angry at him.
However, he was angry first!
What happened between the two of them? What exactly is going on
She felt like she was really going crazy.
After closing her eyes and adjusting her breath, she said, "Leng Qisu, can we not do this?"
Getting along like this is really tiring, he is tired, and so is she!
But after waiting for a long time, the man was still facing away, motionless, and had no intention of paying attention to her.
She pursed her lips, finally finding it boring, and turned around to leave.
"Didn't you just ask me why I saved you? In fact, the reason is very simple, because that person's target was me. I just wanted peace of mind and it has nothing to do with you!"
Mo Shuang's steps paused slightly.
Peace of mind? That's it
A good one has nothing to do with her!
"I understand!" She smiled, walked out without looking back.
As soon as I walked out of the door, my eyes finally couldn't bear the increasingly heavy fog inside, and tears burst out of my eyes.
She quickly covered her mouth and ran away.
She didn't go back to her room because she didn't want Qiu Ju and Dongmei to see her like this.
The night is quiet and cool.
She sat on a stone bench in the yard, hugging her knees and looking at the moon above her head.
Eleven's words, his words, echoed in her ears over and over again.
She can no longer tell which ones are true and which ones are false
My heart is really in a mess.
She doesn't know why this is happening
Haven't you given up already? Don’t you already care about it
I don’t care, why is it still so chaotic
Suddenly, a faint sigh came from the air, and she was startled. Just as she was about to turn around, she was hugged gently from behind.
Her heart trembled.
Familiar warmth, familiar smell.
She knew who it was without looking back.
"Leng Qisu, why are you out?"
How could he run around when he was so seriously injured
"I'm afraid you'll hide and cry alone." He gently pressed his chin on the top of her hair and sighed again.
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(End of chapter)