Nearby, behind a big tree in the sky, a hint of surprise flashed in Huang Xiaojue's brown eyes. Louis actually asked Xiaoran this question? His fists gradually tightened, and his heart began to feel nervous unconsciously, waiting for Mo Xiaoran
Answer.
"I..." Mo Xiaoran bit her lip and struggled gently in Louis' arms, "I, I don't know..."
She admitted that she loved him before and loved him.
But now, if she wants to say that she likes Huang Xiaojue again, wouldn’t that mean she is a shame?
In any case, she could not forget that Huang Xiaojue once pointed a gun at her and once killed her for An Ran!
The feeling of despair and pain that was treated like this by the person she liked was so unforgettable. After such a life and death, she could no longer explain what kind of mentality she had towards Huang Xiaojue...
Louis stroked her little head, and his slender fingers shuttled through her black hair, "Xiaoran, do you just say it intuition, love, or not?"
At the same moment, Huang Xiaojue's heart almost hangs.
This nervous and nervous mood made him suddenly realize that he would care so much about Mo Xiaoran and his position in Mo Xiaoran's heart.
But he didn't want to force himself to pretend not to care about her anymore.
For those few moments, he would even think, why did he have such a childhood sweetheart relationship with An Ran? It was really redundant and troublesome.
In Louis's arms, Mo Xiaoran lowered her head slightly, and her long and thick eyelashes covered her watery eyes, making people unable to see what she was thinking.
Mo Xiaoran thought for a long time, looked up at the sky again, and opened her mouth slightly, "...love."
She didn't know that the word "her" could determine the mood of two kingly men.
Huang Xiaojue almost couldn't control himself. He wanted to rush over and hug Mo Xiaoran and kiss her hard!
He really couldn't imagine that the little girl would say this word that made him so heart-warming. At this moment, he really wanted to put aside everything and love her with all his love.
However, Mo Xiaoran's next sentence almost made Huang Xiaojue's heart fall to the bottom-
"But I hate him too."
Mo Xiaoran sighed aggrievedly and confided at Louis, "No matter what, he almost killed me..." What a stern fact.
If Louis hadn't saved her, could she still speak here smoothly now?
Louis chuckled. She hated Huang Xiaojue, which showed that he still had a little chance. Although there was only a little bit, he would still work hard.
"Xiao Ranran..." Suddenly, Louis grabbed Mo Xiaoran's little hand and pressed it on his arm that was injured for her, "I'm in pain."
"Lie!" Mo Xiaoran glared at him, "It's just a scratch, and you've recovered well. Just yesterday you could do things with this hand..."
"The thoughts are so shallow!" Louis' index finger gently tapped Mo Xiaoran's little head, "What I'm talking about is not physical pain, but mental pain..."
Mo Xiaoran was puzzled, "Are you crazy?"
"…!" Louis was too lazy to talk about this topic with this stupid girl. He decisively turned her face and wrote a heavy kiss on her tender face, "Little Roast, my heart hurts...