Although Bing Yaxuan was wearing a raincoat, the rain was too heavy. It hurt a little when he whipped his face. The rain flowed down his face and into his neck. It was very cold and he couldn't help but shiver.

Yang Luo looked at her face a little pale, her lips were a little purple and her helplessly sighed, bent down and reached out to grab her left arm, and helped her up.

"I really want to suffer myself. Why do I do this when I run out of this weather?"

Bing Yaxuan held Yang Luo's shoulder tightly and stood up: "Brother! Can you help me over with my bag?"

Yang Luo helped her find the small bag that was thrown a few meters away. In just a few steps, Bing Yaxuan felt in pain and sweating coldly, and felt that his ankle was about to break. He really didn't dare to take a step anymore. He stood up with one foot and stood there.

Yang Luo said, "Let's go!"

Seeing Yang Luo's cold face, I felt a little aggrieved, and tears rolled in my eyes, "My feet hurt so much, I can't walk."

Yang Luo really didn't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate to meet this top-notch woman today. He squatted down helplessly and said, "I'll carry you."

Bing Yaxuan's face was delighted, and the aggrieved expression just now disappeared without a lasting end. He stretched out his arms and put his neck around Yang Luo's neck and lay on his back.

Yang Luo stood up with Bing Yaxuan's little butt in both hands. Although he was wearing a raincoat and jeans, he could still feel the elasticity.

Bing Yaxuan felt a pair of big hands covering her buttocks, and her heart was a little uncomfortable, and her heart was beating quickly without competing. She had not yet been a man who had not yet passed her own place when she grew up.

Yang Luo walked towards the subway with Bingyaxuan on his back, "You are really brave, aren't you afraid that I will sell you?"

Bingyaxuan said, "I know you are a good person, brother."

"Ha!" Yang Luo laughed, "Do you know? I'm so old and you are the first to say I'm a good person."

The rain was too heavy, and it hurts to hit the face. There was no way Bing Yaxuan buried his head on Yang Luo's shoulder. This posture was very ambiguous. After a while Bing Yaxuan felt that Yang Luo was carrying her on her back. He felt strange in his heart that he was 1.70 meters tall and weighed 100 points, but why didn't he feel tired?

"Aren't you tired?"

Yang Luo was stunned for a moment. What was the point of carrying someone on his back? On the battlefield, he could run wildly with a heavy machine gun of more than 100 kilograms for several hours.

Bing Yaxuan didn't hear the answer, raised his head and said, "Why don't you speak?"

"What did you ask me to say? How can you not be tired if you are so big in your back?"

Bing Yaxuan thought about it and said, "I'll sing a song for you, just treat it as a reward for you. This is a special concert, for you alone."

Yang Luo smiled and said, this little woman was quite cute, "Then you just sing."

"Well! Then I sing." A gentle singing sounded in my ears.

"The full moon on the fifteenth is pouring soft blue light, just like your gentle hands gently caressing my face."

"The bleak autumn wind blows a drop of tears, and the withered leaves float away with your leaving back."

"Thousands of times of looking back in the previous life can bring about a passing pass in this life."

"And how many lifetimes of reincarnation you and I have to go through to get an encounter in this life."

"The oath I once had is like broken pieces of glass."

"The autumn wind gently swept across the thoughts of the years, as if you were by your side still holding my hand, bathed in the soft moonlight, walking through this path covered with fallen leaves."

"Your smile has become a permanent memory, and you whisper softly in my arms, as if a stream flows through the mountains, causing ripples."

"The waiting and expectation that once were like a meteor passing through the night sky flashed before my eyes."

"I wonder if you will still call my name in your dreams, and if you can hold your hand and walk in the moonlight again."

(If you read something randomly written in the past, don’t laugh at me if you read it, give me some face.)

Yang Luo has never listened to any popular songs, but the beautiful melody of this song and Bing Yaxuan's unique voice are really nice, which makes him a little fascinated.

The singing stopped unknowingly, and Yang Luo had already walked into the subway entrance.

Bing Yaxuan asked strangely: "Take the subway?"

"You can't get a taxi here, and your foot may be seriously injured. You must first take you to the hospital and then call your agent or friend."

"Oh!" Bing Yaxuan said oh, not talking.

Yang Luo carried her to the ticket gate, looked at the route map and said, "Go to the South Station, there are taxis there."

"Okay!" Bing Yaxuan certainly would not object, but Yang Luo did not buy tickets after a while, "Why didn't you buy tickets?"

Yang Luo said: "I don't have money."

"Uh!" Then Bing Yaxuan laughed, "A big man doesn't have a penny."

Yang Luo said: "Is this funny?"

Bing Yaxuan felt that Yang Luo was not right, so he held back his smile and opened the bag and took out the money to buy two tickets to the South Station.

After getting on the car a few minutes later, Yang Luo looked around and found it was already very late at this time, and there were not many people in the car. He found an empty chair to put Bingyaxuan down, then squatted down and lifted her injured foot and took off her shoes.

Bing Yaxuan shrank his feet back, and Yang Luo roared in a low voice: "Don't move around."

Bing Yaxuan was stunned by Yang Luo's yelling, "Why are you yelling at me?"

Yang Luo ignored her, took off the waterproof boots on her feet, and then took off the flesh-colored stockings on her feet. A flawless jade foot appeared in Yang Luo's hands, with crystal clear toes and delicate skin shining. However, the ankles were red and swollen.

Bing Yaxuan looked at the man who didn't know his name and grabbed his feet, his face turned slightly red, and he instinctively retracted. But this time Yang Luo grabbed it very tightly, and the wound touched her and let her scream softly.

Yang Luo suddenly raised his head and smiled evilly. Seeing Yang Luo's smile Bing Yaxuan was stunned. Such a smile was a little evil, but it made her feel pleasing to the eye.

"Your feet are beautiful, and I really can't let it go."

Yang Luo's words made Bing Yaxuan come to his senses, and his face turned red and glared at Yang Luo, "You are so damn,,,,,,"

A light "click" sound was heard, followed by Bing Yaxuan's scream, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and he grabbed Yang Luo's shoulder and bit him.

The bloody red liquid dyed the thin clothes and seeped out. There was no change on Yang Luo's face, as if he wasn't biting him. Bing Yaxuan never let go, and Yang Luo patted her head.

“Don’t let go.”

Bing Yaxuan let go of his mouth in disrespect, with tears still hanging on the corners of his eyes.
Chapter completed!