blue wind

Although Xanth's voice was low, Lang Ling could hear it clearly, and couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

In just a short cross, the words are so sad and unspeakable.

Miraculously, it also coincided with his own experience.

He was silent for a while, and couldn't help sighing, raised his hand, and slowly rubbed the long hair of cocklebur: "Who isn't..."

Xanthium heard strong emotions from his words, and couldn't help being surprised.

He originally thought that Lang Ling's life would be smooth, and that to achieve his current status, he would be rich and rich, with endless enjoyment, but he never wanted to hear his tone, as if there were some unspeakable past events.

He silently made a question mark in his heart, then he was taken aback for a moment, and crossed out the question mark expressionlessly.

This is not what he should be wondering about.

Lang Ling read the file in the middle of the night, and was again not very good memories were brought back by Cang Er's words. After all, she was tired, and said tiredly, "Sleep inside. If there is something else, we will talk about it tomorrow."

Cocklebur nodded obediently, and moved into the bed to make room for him.

Thinking of those inexplicable impulses, Lang Ling hesitated for a while, and finally lay down with her clothes on, and she and Xanthium took each other's sides.

It was the first time for Xanthium to share the bed with a person, although there was a distance between them, but under the blessing of internal force, the sound of that person's breathing was as clear as in the ear, clearly and distinctly, which made the cautious person He was stiff and extremely uncomfortable.

It was a different kind of torture.

Langling sensed Xanthium's stiffness and repulsion, knowing that he would never just sleep obediently like this, and that he would definitely stay up all night, so she couldn't help persuading: "Just sleep, don't stay up."

Xanthium gave a low "hmm", but his whole body was still tense.

Langling knew that this was a habit of Xanthium over the years, and she might not be able to change it for a while.It's just that they are sharing the same bed now, if the cocklebur doesn't sleep, it will definitely affect his sleep.

Thinking of the accumulated affairs due to her absence some time ago, Lang Ling felt helpless, turned over, said "I've offended you", and stretched out her hand to touch the Xanthium sleeping point.

He didn't move quickly, leaving enough time for the cocklebur to react. If the cocklebur refused to dodge, even if he had no internal strength, he could easily dodge.

It's just that the cocklebur didn't hide, but moved up, as if knowing what he was going to do, and showed the back of his neck meekly.

Langling breathed a sigh of relief.

This was already the simplest method he could think of. If the cocklebur didn't cooperate, other methods would undoubtedly be much more troublesome and dangerous.

The acupuncture point under his hands is also one of the 36 fatal acupuncture points of the human body. Lang Ling didn't want to hurt the cocklebur, so he kept his hand and only used three points of strength to press it down.

This fell to the ground, but probably lacked some strength, and the cocklebur didn't immediately fall asleep like it did in the Long Fog Valley. Instead, it instinctively arched into his arms with some remaining strength while half awake, like Rubbing her cheek against his chest like a house cat, she grabbed the hem of his clothes with her ten fingers, curled up in his arms, and then remained motionless.

Lang Ling never thought that the last thing that Xanthium would do before going to sleep was to arch her arms, she froze for a while, and then dared to carefully move down the hand behind Xanthium's back , across the tactile spine, gently hugging Renxu in his arms, looking down at the peaceful sleeping face, his mood was extremely complicated for a moment.

why?

he asked himself.

Knowing the nature of this person...why are you still shaken?

He didn't know why there were such contradictory people in the world. While making it clear that he was always on guard against him, he obediently carried out every order he gave, and even curled up in his arms to sleep without any scruples. The appearance of life.

If it was all acted out, it would be too real.

Gently sniffing the cedar-like cold fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose, Lang Ling was rarely puzzled.But he didn't know if it was the soothing effect of the fragrance, he thought silently on the bed for a while, and then unconsciously fell asleep with his arms around the cocklebur.

This night, for both of them, it was a rare good sleep.

The next morning, the two woke up at the same time, looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

For Xan'er, he was cautious and cautious all day long, like walking on thin ice, and never had this moment of peace; for Yu Langling, he was entangled in mundane affairs and toiled all day, and never had this moment of relaxation.

But, this is the destination?

No one believed it.

So the two tacitly neither mentioned it.

Lang Ling drew the range of free activities for Xanthium annuum, set a fixed time for medicinal bathing, and left the rest to the guards to watch over. She still looked at the files in the attic for a whole day.

And Xanthium only spent a few days groping through the attic and the yard, and then stopped going out, just stayed in the room, when Langling allowed, she would sit in his arms and accompany him to read the files, and when she didn't allow, she would sit on the bed alone In a daze, quietly, obediently.

It's just that when going to sleep at night, Langling still goes to touch the sleeping point of cocklebur, and cocklebur still leans on Langling's chest every day, curled up to sleep.

Gradually, it seems to have become a habit of not telling anyone.

But one morning, Lang Ling only felt a slight itching on her face in her sleep, like a little bug crawling around.He frowned, and the feeling disappeared immediately, so fast that he thought it was an illusion, so he didn't pay attention.Unexpectedly, after a while, the itching sticks up again like a shadow, and walks on his cheeks.

He woke up completely, but he didn't move rashly, he just pretended not to wake up, and pressed his hands quietly.

Soon, he realized that what was walking on his cheek was not a bug, but a human fingertip.

...is cocklebur.

His hands were placed on Lang Ling's face, his movements were gentle and cautious, he touched Lang Ling's chin bit by bit, and lightly pressed his thin lips, cheeks, bridge of nose...

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Lang Ling's mind.

After so many days of peace, are you finally going to do it?What is he going to do?Peel the skin and make it?

If it wasn't for the cocklebur's lack of killing intent, Lang Ling might have made a move long ago.It's just that he has doubts about his purpose now, so he endured the strange feeling in his heart and waited for his next move.

Unexpectedly, after the cocklebur was touched slowly, he put his hand down, lay down in a regular manner, retracted himself carefully into his arms, and soon his breathing became steady, and he just pretended to be asleep look like.

Langling was not easy to expose, so she could only pretend to sleep with him, until it was past the usual time to wake up, then she pretended to have just woken up, dressed and washed without any abnormality.

Although Xanthium never acted like this again, Lang Ling had quietly planted a seed of doubt in her heart, secretly speculating on several possibilities.

It's just that no matter how bad his guess was, he didn't stop taking the medicine bath for the cocklebur, and even when he was feeling the pulse of the cocklebur, he was surprised to find that he was happy for the obvious improvement of the person's physical condition.

This is really a novel feeling.

Lang Ling felt like warming a frozen poisonous snake on her heart. She knew that it was an existence that would bite back at any time, but she still felt a secret and inexplicable feeling for the gradual recovery of this beautiful and dangerous creature. joy.

It's like crazy.he thinks.

Well, it feels pretty good, too.He thought casually again.Finally, in the days of the same, there is something less boring.

Once it becomes a habit, the days pass as quickly as running water.

Xanthium stood by the window, feeling the wind blowing towards him, silently calculated the time in his heart, and then suddenly realized that the day after tomorrow would be the one-month period between him and Lang Ling.

He stood quietly by the window for a long time, put his hand on the window lattice, and rubbed it lightly a few times.

Not without reluctance.He had a vague feeling that these days spent in Tingfeng Pavilion would probably be the most relaxing, even indulgent days in his life.

People are always greedy for the days of indulgence, and he is no exception.It's just that he knows more clearly that no matter how long a dream is, he will eventually wake up.

He judged Lang Ling's kindness towards him with his beast-like intuition, that's why he dared to follow Lang Ling back to Tingfeng Pavilion, and dared to stay here safely for so long.Even so, he must be careful in every step, for fear of committing some taboo and losing his life for no apparent reason.

No one will be responsible for his life.

If there is a slight mistake, he will die without a place to bury him.

Xanthium stood silently for a moment, fumbled to close the window, paused, and stroked the black cloth over his eyes wordlessly.

...It's not the one he originally brought.The present one was tied up by Lang Ling herself the day after she took off the original one.

For some reason, Langling didn't make clothes for him in the end, but changed into a blindfold instead.He couldn't see it, and only heard Lang Ling say that it was still black, the same as his original one, so he didn't say much, and let Lang Ling tie it up for him with a smile.

After all, with this layer of cover, he can feel a little more at ease.

It's just that the cloth was unexpectedly soft and delicate, and it was folded four times to cover his eyes, so that it would neither make him feel empty as if there was nothing, nor would it sink heavily, making his eyelids hurt from rubbing while walking.

Perhaps he was in a daze at the time, and Lang Ling smiled: "My servant is not sensible, I don't know where to throw your black cloth yesterday, this one is for me to accompany you, just keep it."

Xanthium is not stupid, and understands that this is just an excuse made by Lang Ling to make him accept the things.

He was grateful for this quiet care, and he didn't even hide his desire for this kind of life, and even his faint dependence on Lang Ling.

Therefore, what Langling saw was not all his pretending, but it was indeed showing his true feelings.For example, the time when Lang Ling was suspicious, he just had a sudden whim, and suddenly wanted to know what that person looked like.

So he was really just touching.

It is true and false, so that people can believe it, otherwise how can I fool the always shrewd Master of the pavilion.

only……

Xanthium circulated the internal force in the body silently, and unconsciously clasped his hand to his heart.

There was some movement here two days ago, presumably the Lord has a new task for him to do.Ninety percent of the internal strength has been recovered, and the rest is not difficult to adjust the breath slowly.

He has no reason to stay any longer.I only hope that before I leave, I can get the bat tooth back...

The wind leaked in through the window, cooling his fingertips.He put down his hands, bowed his head, and left silently.

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