"So, those people can only be outsiders." Yan Xiaoyi smiled lightly, "In my eyes, you are very handsome."
"..." Xu was shy, Qiao Jin lowered his head and did not respond.
His face was covered by Yan Xiaoyi's blue hair.
Faintly visible, a blush stained his earlobe.
After a moment of silence, Yan Xiaoyi laughed again.
Her head, like a cat, rubbed against Qiao Jin's arms.
The soft voice was somewhat ethereal: "Bitch Jin, you heard what Xi Shanglan and I said when we were in the secret room, right?"
The man froze.
Yan Xiaoyi clearly felt that the chest under her head was hardening.
The woman buried her head in front of the man's chest, the smile on her face dimmed slightly.
After a while, she smiled wryly.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm down.
Her hand around his waist loosened slightly.
Qiao Jin opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But there are no words, and I don't know how to explain it.
In the next moment, I heard the woman's helpless voice, which floated into my ears: "I told Xi Shanglan, I like you, and the person I love is you."
The man around her became more and more stiff and tense.
She raised her head, with clear and beautiful eyes, she fixedly looked into the man's dark eyes.
She raised her lips with a smile: "Yes, Qiao Jin, I like you, and I say Xiaoyi likes you."
Qiao Jin's expression gradually froze on his face.
Yan Xiaoyi could see the surprise and panic in his eyes.
He really... doesn't like her.
Even being liked by her is annoying.
Yan Xiaoyi laughed softly: "Bitch Jin, do you feel bad about dying with someone you hate?"
"Xiao Yi!" Qiao Jin tightened his arms, his eyes flickered, "I don't hate you."
Yan Xiaoyi smiled: "Then do you like me?"
"..." Qiao Jin's thin lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.
In the end, he closed his mouth and did not give any answer.
Yan Xiaoyi's bright smile gradually lost its light.
She leaned her head on Qiao Jin's shoulder again: "I know, you don't want to hurt the brotherhood between us, even if you don't say anything, I understand."
"It's okay if you don't like me, it's enough for me to like you, anyway... at least at this time... the person by your side is me."
Yan Xiaoyi's voice became more and more ethereal.
Qiao Jin's heart tightened when he heard it, as if thousands of silver needles were piercing his heart fiercely.
He wanted to hug Yan Xiaoyi tightly and kiss her lips.
I want to use my own warmth to warm her somewhat cold body.
Her smile is so painful.
He wanted to drive away all her unhappiness.
But…
he can not.
In the end, Qiao Jin just hugged Yan Xiaoyi tightly, leaned into her ear, and said word by word with great certainty: "We won't die, we will definitely not die."
"But Bitch Jin, I don't have the strength to fight anymore." Yan Xiaoyi smiled lightly, her breathing was shallow, as if it would stop in the next moment.
The gradually cold body.
The soft voice seemed to be interrupted at any time.
Qiao Jin's pupils suddenly expanded.
He tightened his arms and raised the face of the woman in his arms: "You are hurt!"
As if to prove his words.
Yan Xiaoyi's mouth suddenly overflowed with blood.
The blood was not ordinary red.
But a kind of jet black.
"Xiaoyi!" Did Qiao Jin tighten her arms? When did she get hurt? Why didn't he notice it at all
no wonder...
She has always been proud.
Will look like such a small woman.
She is hurt.
In this combat plane, the wounded and incapable of fighting.
There is only one result.
That is - death.