Did he mean that because he took me into the bamboo forest, I was thrown out by a dominatrix-like breeder? Oh, what on earth is going on in this kid’s head to have such an idea!
If it hadn't been for Sima Yang, I might have been crushed into an Indian flying pancake by the female Tarzan! It was too late for me to thank him, so how could I blame him!
I looked at the sky, looked up at Sima Yang and said, "It's already very late, let's go back. If it's too late, it will be too late to send you back to the Yuan Dynasty."
Sima Yang looked up at the sky, with a coquettish smile on his lips, but he looked lonely in my eyes: "Yes, it will be too late if it's too late."
Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet, and dull molecules quickly spread and then spread in the air like ink poured into a pond...[
Damn it! Why did I bring up this topic? Ugh... But I didn’t mean to do it. It’s already seven o’clock. If I don’t go back, it will really be too late!
I stared dumbly at Sima Yang, who had his head held high and eyes closed, concentrating. His trembling lips moved, trying to say something. When the words came to my lips, I swallowed them again.
The moonlight was like running water, quietly shining on Sima Yang's face, covering his flawless and handsome face with a light veil. Under the moonlight, Sima Yang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, forming an erratic look.