Xiao Yinzi buried his head, as if he didn't hear what Su Luo said...
Su Luo felt sad, but she had to deal with their previous deadlock. If this continued, something would happen...
"Tell me what on earth are you thinking about, okay?" Su Luo begged, kissing Xiao Yinzi's forehead.
Mu Litian finally couldn't bear it, jumped out of Su Luo's arms, huddled in the corner, his eyes were lifeless, and he was as angry as a gossamer, "You are my bride, you are my wife, you are mine, how can you
How can I be with someone else... How can I put on a wedding dress for someone else... How can I say that I like him over and over again... If my life is extended by you marrying someone else, I would rather die, do you understand?"
Su Luo shook her head and kept shaking her head. While wiping the tears that came out of her eyes, she choked and said: "No, I don't want you to die. If you die, won't I still marry someone else? Mu Litian, if you die
, I will marry someone else immediately!"
"There's nothing terrible about dying. What's terrible is dying with your eyes open."
"You...you want to piss me off to death? What exactly do you want?"
"I want to take you away, I don't want to be here... Luo'er, I don't want to be here, not even for a moment..." Lowering his head, Xiao Yinzi buried his head on his two front legs, whimpering...
Su Luo felt sad. She pulled the quilt and spread it, lifted up a corner and said to him: "Can you become a human? Let me hug you, okay?"
Mu Litian hesitated for a while and got into bed.
After a while, the quilt was pushed up, and Su Luo knew that it was Mu Litian who had returned. Mu Litian was Xiao Yinzi, and Xiao Yinzi was Mu Litian!
This time, she was finally completely sure. And he finally dared to face her.
She lay on top of him across the quilt, sobbing softly, "Li Tian, if you love me, just stay with me until I grow old, okay..."
Mu Litian didn't speak, but slowly sat up, wrapped his cold body in the quilt, and lowered his head.
His silver hair hung down, covering his beautiful face, but it could not hide his unparalleled elegance.
He reached out his hand and stroked Su Luo's hair. He ran his fingers through her soft, cold hair and combed it to the end...
He picked up one end, put it on his nose, and then threw it away.
That action frightened Su Luo, and she quickly asked: "What's wrong with you?"
"It smells like him." He said tonelessly, his expression as cold as ice.