For a few seconds, Tang Ran almost thought that "Luo Luo", who had accompanied her through so many times of loneliness, helplessness and desolation, finally came to life like in her dream.
She was only a fifteen or sixteen year old child. The blindness and isolation from the outside world made her live a simpler life than her peers.
She didn't have rich experiences and interesting things in her life, not even a friend of the same age she could talk to.
Except for Luo Luo.
So just like all the fantasies and dreams that girls have, Tang Ran has dreamed many times in her dreams, and her "Luo Luo" has become a real, always lazy and indifferent voice. The living people who joked with her.
It is no longer an artificial intelligence composed of countless pre-set language modules, and it is no longer a voice that can only be locked in that small box. In her dream, her "Luo Luo" can be touched and warm.
like this moment-
Tang Ran could hear the position close at hand, through the thin clothes and muscles, in the chest with human warmth, the heart was beating "pounding".
"Luo Luo..."
The cold girl clenched her fingers slowly and unconsciously.
Luo Zhan lowered his eyes and looked silently.
The girl who was drenched in the rain and looked even smaller was lying in front of him, her body was shaking a little, and her thin white fingers clenched the shirt on his chest tightly.
Her voice was also very soft, with the unease and panic that is characteristic of a blind girl who can't see anything in a completely unfamiliar environment.
It's easy to remind people of a street corner in the rain, a pitiful kitten huddled in the grass and drenched in wet hair -- or a little sick cat who can't see the dangerous traffic in front of the street corner.
Luo Zhan raised his hand, and finally stopped in mid-air, then hung down.
"... how long do you want to hold?"
Hearing that lazy and cold voice, Tang Ran's body trembled slightly. She was finally pulled out of the illusion where she couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.
After being stiff for a few seconds, Tang Ran slowly loosened the creased shirt she was holding. She lowered her head, and the ends of her long wet hair were gently curled up.
"I'm sorry," the girl closed her eyes and slowly took a half step back, "you..."
"I don't want to accompany you in the rain. If you have anything to say, go upstairs and talk."
Luo Zhan bowed and picked up the blind stick on the ground, handed the end he was holding to the girl's hand, watched her clenched white fingertips hesitantly loosened, and then grasped it little by little.
The fine raindrops are still falling.
Luo Zhan's eyes drooped, and he stopped in place for two seconds before taking off his half-wet half-dry coat.
With one hand, he took off the soaked piece of the girl's body and put it on his shoulders. Luo Zhan shook the new coat and put it on the girl from the back—this time, it was well dressed, even the wet little one. The heads were wrapped together.
When these actions were done, the thin shirt on Luo Zhan's body was already wet, and it was translucently attached to his body, revealing the fair and beautiful muscle lines under the shirt.
He didn't seem to notice.
Luo Zhan lowered his hand, slightly bent his slender knuckles and buckled the blind cane that the girl was holding tightly. He walked forward, but his voice still sounded laziness—"I'm going to take you back to the base where we kidnapped and sold the little girl."
Tang Ran was covered by the man's familiar and fragrant coat, and the rain could not penetrate, so he walked carefully with his head down.
As she walked, she thought, the real "Luo Luo" is good at holding grudges.
The place where Tang Ran lost her way was a little far from the main building, but it was very close to the Yanfeng Building where she came. Luo Zhan did not hesitate to lead the person back to Yanfenglou first.
There were servants and waiters in the annex building. Today is the birthday banquet of Mr. Luo. In order to receive the guests who are distributed to various annex buildings, there will naturally be no shortage of people in the building.
When the servant in the building saw the young master who was in a mess with wet black hair, he was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted: "Master, you are—"
Seeing that the first person he met was a maid, Luo Zhan's eyebrows were slightly loose. He gestured to the pale girl behind him, "Take her to a hot bath and take care of her dress."
"What about you, young master?"
Luo Zhan frowned and looked away from the girl whose body was trembling with cold, "Don't worry about it, take her there first."
"… Yes."
After half an hour.
In a guest room on the second floor of Yanfeng Building, Tang Ran in a bathrobe was sitting on the sofa.
Washing and steam drying take a certain amount of time. After the maid instructed this very quiet little girl, she took the clothes and left.
Tang Ran closed her eyes and nestled in the corner of the sofa. The wide and soft back and armrests gave her a high sense of security. She lowered her head as if thinking about something.
Luo Zhan came in at this time.
The small bathrobe in the guest room is also an adult size. It is wrapped around the girl and almost wraps her hands and feet. It looks like a white glutinous rice ball, huddled in the corner of the sofa motionless.
However, the long, blown-dried hair has returned to its normal slightly curled arc, and the pretty face in the hair is a little more rosy after a hot bath. With blood-colored red lips revealing Yan, it dyed this beautiful face with a touch of glamour.
After all, it's not as pale as a sickly seedling.
Luo Zhan thought with satisfaction as he walked in.
He stopped in front of the girl.
After thinking for a while, Luo Zhan didn't speak directly, but squatted down in front of the sofa where the girl was sitting: "Are you feeling any discomfort—"
"Are you Luo Zhan?" The girl suddenly raised her head and spoke with him.
"… "
Luo Zhan was slightly startled.
Then he saw that the girl visibly shrank back the white and tender toes that were exposed in the bathrobe.
She closed her eyes tightly, not knowing that her slightly frowning expression completely revealed her retreat:
"I'm going to be engaged to Tang Luoqian... That Luo Zhan, right?"
"If Luo Zhan doesn't agree, the marriage won't happen."
While speaking, Luo Zhan looked down at the girl's toes curled up nervously and hid back.
He frowned.
Then Luo Zhan raised his head and heard himself speak in a mysterious way:
"Also, I'm not Luo Zhan... I'm Luo Xiu."