After sunset, night gradually falls, and the bright lanterns hanging from the eaves on the long street stretch the two figures walking in the long street very long.
In the past, every time the two of them walked together, it was Jing Ling who held Wen Momo's hand. Jing Ling was always the one who didn't talk much. Most of the time, he was the one who listened quietly to Wen Momo's words.
But this time, the atmosphere became a little weird.
Wen Momo walked in front silently. She looked down at the road under her feet, holding the straps of her backpack slightly with her two small hands. She was extremely silent along the way.
Jing Ling followed her, staring at the back of Wen Momo's head the whole time.
He seemed to be thinking about the problem seriously, and the more he thought about it, the colder his face became, as if Wen Momo owed him a debt.
But Jing Ling was quite dignified, and since Wen Momo didn't speak, he remained silent.
But it didn't take long for the deadlock to be broken.
At that time, the two of them were walking along the long street quite quietly, but suddenly someone rushed over on horseback from a distance. The person seemed to be in a hurry and didn't care about the people walking on the road.
But Wen Momo, the idiot, was still lost in thought with his head down, and didn't notice the man rushing over on horseback. Jing Ling's eyes suddenly darkened, and he immediately stepped forward, grabbed Wen Momo's little hand, and pulled her to the road. Next to it, the sound of horse hooves was followed by the rising dust.
Wen Momo was caught off guard and was pulled over, almost falling into Jing Ling's arms. She was so frightened that she grabbed his clothes in panic and let out a low cry. She waited until the sound of horse hooves faded away before she seemed to realize something. She rolled her eyes in a daze, and slowly realized that she was lying in his arms. She...she was in the arms of brother Jingling...
Wen Momo lowered her head and was right against his chest. She couldn't see what Jing Ling's expression looked like at this moment, but her heart was beating wildly and she was very nervous.
My brother's arms... were not as cold as I imagined, but... very warm... the kind of warmth that makes people nostalgic...
The warmth of Wen Momo's chest against his felt like her little face was about to get hot.
But she quickly realized something. She blushed and wanted to get out of his arms. But just as she was about to break away, she found that Jing Ling was almost holding her back. She tried to struggle but failed. open…
In other words, it was Brother Jingling who didn't let her go...
The longer Wen Momo stayed in his arms, the redder her face became. She didn't know why her brother didn't let go, but she didn't dare to ask...
Even at this moment, she still lowered her head and pursed her mouth tightly, without speaking.
Jing Ling pressed her back. He lowered his head slightly and smelled the sweet scent of Ren'er. It was a very clean girl's fragrance.
Jing Ling lowered his eyes and looked at her head. He didn't even realize it. While he was staring at her and thinking about something, the hand on his back moved slightly, and his long and cold fingertips touched it very lightly. He touched her back twice.
At that moment, Wen Momo felt a little numb all over her body, and she was so stiff that she didn't dare to move.
Brother, he... is touching himself.
Why does my brother touch himself...
Wen Momo's mind went blank for a moment. She didn't know how to react, let alone what to think.
But the next moment, Jing Ling realized that he was touching Wen Momo's back. Jing Ling looked slightly startled, immediately let go of Wen Momo, and took the initiative to take half a step back.
Jing Ling's ears turned red, but her face tightened, deliberately concealing her true emotions at this moment with indifference.
(End of chapter)