"Haha," a gust of wind blew up, and Mu Feng laughed loudly, but there was a lot of loneliness in this smile. Only Mu Feng himself knew this.
Mo Yan felt that the birds around him were blown away, and a few more flowers floated on the water. He frowned slightly and slowly relaxed, but Mo Yan didn't care what Mu Feng would do at this moment.
As calm as a fairy, elegant in white clothes, so beautiful that even the heavens would be eclipsed. When Mu Feng saw that indifferent expression, he really wanted to tear it open and see what could make Mo Yan care about.
Laughing, Mu Feng just laughed. After laughing, he sat next to Mo Yan. Without saying too many words, he just called softly, "Yan"
This sound made Mo Yan couldn't help but feel that the cold wind was blowing. Mu Feng's expression was not like his previous expression at all.
Mo Yan was used to Mu Feng's domineering voice. She didn't want Mu Feng to have such a voice. It was as soft as water. Mo Yan had to wonder if Mu Feng had changed his gender.
"If you don't want to stay here, I can take you out," Mu Feng really changed his past domineering attitude, and there seemed to be water dripping from his eyes.
Mo Yan's body couldn't help but tremble. She knew in her heart that it would be difficult for a person to change his or her own nature. As for Mu Feng, Mo Yan had long understood that Mu Feng was very vigorous in doing things. In order to achieve his goal, whatever Mu Feng did was always intentional.
possible
No matter what people outside said about Mu Feng, Mo Yan didn't care at all. She just hoped that Mu Feng would stop torturing her by her side.
She was obviously dressed in men's clothing and was considered a man in the eyes of others, but she had to pretend to be calm in front of another man. Mo Yan was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand Mu Feng's domineering attitude.
Thinking to herself, could this Mu Feng think of some way to torment her?! Under the calm expression, Mo Yan couldn't help but think of other things. Being locked up in one place all day long, if a person's heart no longer
If you think about other things, then maybe one day you will be pure and free from desires, and the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng
The world of mortals is ridiculous, no, it is myself who is ridiculous, Mo Yan thought, with a dull expression, he turned to look into the distance, ignoring Mu Feng's expression.
"Yan," he held Mo Yan's hand and felt the coldness of the hand. He was obviously a person, but why was it so cold?
Mu Feng never thought about anything else. He only thought that Mo Yan belonged to him alone. When he saw Mo Yan for the first time, it was already doomed, but Mo Yan always ignored him.
"Look, my hands are cold." Rubbing Mo Yan's hand, Mu Feng wanted to warm it up, but it seemed to be even colder.
Mo Yan glanced at her hand silently. How could she not know that her hand was cold at this moment? So what if it was cold? How could her father, who was thousands of miles away, let her go?
She was obviously disguised as a man and came out to be a hostage, but her father, whom she had never met a few times, always wanted her to investigate something. It was biting and cold, and she no longer cared about it. She could do whatever he wanted.
Closing her eyes and slowly clenching her hands, Mo Yan tried not to think about those things, but the coldness in her heart was overflowing. It would be fifteen in two days, but she felt the coldness in advance.
Seeing Mo Yan like this, Mu Feng hugged Mo Yan gently. He clearly knew why Mo Yan's hands were so cold, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't find the antidote. His Yan should not suffer such pain.
Two people so close to each other clearly know each other's mood at this moment, but they are both speechless, just quietly. Maybe silence is better than sound at this time.