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Lang Ling was awakened from the short rest by the nightmare again.He was covered in cold sweat, gasping for breath, and turned his head to look out the window.

He dreamed of the bloodless face of Xanthium again, this time the body was getting colder and colder in his arms, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take back the last breath of that person.

Outside the house was a dark sky, which weighed on his heart like a stone.

Almost two days.It's been almost two days, but he still hasn't found the cocklebur, only found some clues sporadically.

That guy was actually more cautious than usual in his missions this time. He walked along a remote path and wiped away many traces left behind, as if he didn't want him to find out at all.

Lang Ling didn't know why.He didn't even know what he did wrong, or if the cocklebur finally got tired of him and didn't want to entangle with him anymore.

His heart was in a mess, he couldn't calm down, he couldn't be at peace, he could only let his thoughts flow out one dark thought after another uncontrollably.

When he looked outside again, the sky was still dark, and the low air pressure made his chest tight.

Langling rubbed his temples wearily, walked over and closed the window.

The wind made him feel a little cold.

He sat back on the seat again, dazed in the drowsy cloudy atmosphere, his eyes were bloodshot.

He didn't know how long he sat there, he just felt that he was in a wilderness of another world, everything was blurred, only the scene of the man lying pale in the pool of blood in the dream became more real, and the trance dragged him into that place again. In the cold afternoon, the beast outside the house roared loudly, while the person in his arms was breathing weakly, as if he was about to die in a second.

At this moment, there was a knock on the window of the bedroom one after another.The people outside the house seemed to be exhausted. Every time they knocked, they would stop and rest for a while, and then continue persistently.

Lang Ling trembled all over, breaking away from the illusion of nothingness.He turned sharply to look at the bedroom.

There are only two people who will go through the window with him, and Chi Sui has already rushed to Gu Mo Ridge to inquire about the news for him again this morning, so it doesn't make sense to come back so soon.

So, could it be him?

Langling stood up, walked over stiffly, pressed her hand on the window, her heart beating like a drum.

Could it be him?

He pushed open the window.A figure just threw himself into his arms, carrying the rosin that had passed through the snow.

He subconsciously tightened his arms and hugged a piece of fur.Some shed fluff brushed past the tip of his nose, and the itching made him sneeze a little.

Xanthium raised his head from his embrace, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

If An Xiao hadn't been caught by An Xiao outside the yard when he came back, he wouldn't have known that Lang Ling had made such a big fuss in order to find him, and had had trouble sleeping and eating for nearly two days and one night.During the days when I was in a coma, Lang Ling took care of him in a puzzled manner, and now he was so restless, even his body of iron would not be able to hold on anymore.

Lang Ling raised her hand and pressed his head down again.

Cocklebur's cheeks were icy, but the breath was still warm, and it gently pounced on his neck, flirting the tiny fluff.

It wasn't until this time that Lang Ling suddenly realized that it was really cocklebur in his arms.

A living, breathing, warm cocklebur.

He trembled uncontrollably, in order to hide his gaffe, he had no choice but to bury his face in the fox fur on Cang'er's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Where have you been, I can find it easily..."

Xan'er was stunned, as if reminded by his words, she rummaged through Lang Ling's tighter and tighter arms.

Langling could no longer care about the small movements of cocklebur.He was immersed in his own thoughts, and murmured: "Do you...do you... think I'm boring?"

He didn't hear the answer, instead a piece of warm jade was stuffed into his hand.He let go of one hand in a daze, and looked down at the exquisitely carved black jade: "This is... what?"

As if he had some guesses, he looked at that person, and met those moist eyes.At that moment, he thought in a trance that the starlight in the sky seemed not to be covered by dark clouds, but fell into the eyes in front of him, and even the plum-colored dark lines were shining brightly.

He heard the man whisper, "Happy New Year."

When I said this, perhaps because I was embarrassed, Xanthium lowered her eyes, showing a bit of shyness that she had never had before, only occasionally turning her eyes, revealing a bright meaning of "seeking compliments" .

Langling had prepared countless tricks to keep him here, and then scolded him, telling him to cherish his words, but at this moment, holding the piece of jade, he suddenly lost his voice and couldn't say anything.

Time suddenly passed very slowly, and his perception was infinitely magnified, so big that he could clearly feel the temperature gradually dissipating from the jade in his hand—it was cocklebur sticking to his heart carefully all the way to protect it, and using the little warmth on the tip of his heart to protect it. Warm up temperature.

That person's hands were cold, and his cheeks were also cold, but the piece of jade that was handed over to him was warm.

How silly.

He has so many, so many jades, how could he be short of this one?Why is it worth braving the wind and snow, and dragging a sick body for thousands of miles to get it?

He should scold him.

Langling thought.

It's better to scold him harshly and scold him until he cries, so that he won't have the guts to do such stupid things in the future.

But he couldn't curse.

He was holding this piece of jade, as if he was holding a beating and fiery heart, holding that person's friendship that cannot be terminated even by death.

How could he have the heart to scold someone who missed him so much.

Cocklebur was still looking at him.It seems that because of his too long silence, those eyes quietly looked up from below, the light gradually disappeared, and turned into a little imperceptible panic and a little bit of grievance.

Langling knew how uneasy he was, and she also knew that she should smile at this moment, and then say "Thank you, I like it very much"—then the cocklebur will be very happy.

But he couldn't laugh, and he couldn't speak.His hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and when he opened his mouth, tears fell down first.

Xanthium didn't realize that Langling was crying at first.He thought that if Lang Ling didn't respond to him for so long, it must be because he didn't like the things he sent, so the little beast wagging its tail quietly in his heart shrank, drooping its head like a frost-beaten eggplant.

This was a bit of a blow, he didn't even realize when he was pressed tightly in Lang Ling's arms again.

Until he realized that something had fallen on the fox fur, and fell from the long fox fur, dripping into the hollow of his neck.

"...Ling?" He raised his head in confusion, "Don't you...don't like it?"

"No, I like it, of course I like it..." Langling murmured.

Then why are you crying?

Xanthium couldn't ask this sentence, because Lang Ling lowered her head and sealed his lips.

Cocklebur slightly opened his eyes wide.

This is a kiss without any lust, it seems to be gently comforting the most cherished treasure, and it seems to be hysterically venting some emotions in peace.The tongue from another person grazed his teeth lightly, and then pried open his teeth with an irresistible gesture, and accurately found the cowering fish in his mouth, inviting it to entangle and sink together.

Lips and tongues are entangled. Although there is no moon tonight, the night is gentle.

Even if he took advantage, Lang Ling was gentle enough, so soft that Xanthium quickly closed his eyes, followed him and immersed himself in this kiss.With his face up, he involuntarily moved closer to Lang Ling, put his hands around Lang Ling's back, his mind was blank except for the feeling of lips and tongue touching.

He tasted a bit of saltiness from Lang Ling's lips and tongue.

Those were Langling's tears, and every drop that slid down made the salty smell even more intense.

So why cry?

Xanthium was still at a loss, and Lang Ling would not explain it to him.

He just wanted to kiss this person hard and fiercely from the bottom of his heart, but because he was reluctant to hurt him even the slightest bit, when it really happened, all kinds of dark thoughts turned into calm and gentle possession.

Lang Ling didn't give up until she carefully looted every corner.Xanthium was rarely kissed by him like this, and she could hardly resist, and was soon dazed by the fascination.When he was let go, he wrapped his arms around Langling's neck and panted slightly, his lips were red, his eyes were misty, and he seemed to be a little confused about what night and what night.

Lang Ling looked at him, the tenderness in her eyes rippled layer by layer, like wrinkles blown by the breeze in a pond.He casually wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and slowly wiped off the silver thread on the corners of the cocklebur's lips. With the other hand, he combed the soft long hair of the cocklebur, and said softly, "Is the wound okay?" , isn't it more serious?"

Xanthium blinked, reacted for a while, and then replied slowly: "No, I was paying attention."

Just as Lang Ling was about to say something, he said softly, "I've thought about it."

"Have you considered... what?" Lang Ling was at a loss for a moment.

Cocklebur didn't speak again.He was silent for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he said in a low voice, "That time you asked me if I had considered living with you...for a long time."

Perhaps because he thought it was too unrealistic, he bit down the words "for a long time" very lightly and vaguely, but Lang Ling could still hear them clearly.

He had a premonition, and his heart suddenly trembled.

"I have." Cocklebur said very lightly.As if he was afraid that Lang Ling might not hear clearly, he spoke a little louder and repeated, "I've thought about it."

He raised his head, his eyes were a little erratic, and although his tone was light, he said seriously: "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Ling."

As soon as this title came out, Lang Ling suddenly covered his mouth.

"Don't say it, Xanthium, don't say it." He murmured, "I can't help it, I really... can't help it."

He had been shocked by too many surprises this evening.

How could there be such a foul person in this world.

If this continues, he really can't help but break off the wings of this little bat completely, put on shackles, and lock it in his cage forever and ever, so that it can no longer fly to places he can't see .

The author has something to say: Cocklebur obediently handed over the New Year gift

Lang Ling: first blood!

Cocklebur hesitantly hits a straight ball

Lang Ling: double kill!

How could anyone refuse such a cute cocklebur, it's impossible! 【Akimbo.jpg】

感谢在2020-10-1901:10:01~2020-10-2123:14:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Jiang Fang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!