While Yan Xiaoqing was displeased with Xia Yan, how had Xia Yan ever been displeased with him?
Both of them are the pride of heaven, and both have their own arrogant side. No matter who wins or loses in the duel between the two, it will be a huge shame for the losing party.
The loser will try his best to get back, and the fight will never end.
Xia Yan said that hatred is the best cohesion. Without hatred, there is no motivation.
In other words, hatred is created when there is no hatred.
Under Yan Xiaoqing's endless talk, I fell into Mengxiang without shame.
When he woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep with his head on Yan Xiaoqing's lap.
Yan Xiaoqing stretched out one leg to use as a pillow for me, supported the other leg, put his right hand on my shoulder, and spread his injured hand by his side.
I quietly took his hand away, sat up and stretched.
It's incredible that after a life and death, Yan Xiaoqing and I could get along so casually, and I could sleep soundly on his pillow with peace of mind.
Looking back, I immediately got up and went to pick wild fruits.
This is what I must do every morning when I get up. During the picking process, I thought about whether I should try other ways to eat the fruits, otherwise just chewing the fruits would be too monotonous.
So I decided to make a fruit plate. Putting these colorful fruits together will definitely be very appetizing.
I quietly returned to the cave and saw Yan Xiaoqing sleeping soundly. I gently reached towards his waist.
The moment I touched the waistband of his pants, Yan Xiaoqing suddenly stretched out his hand to hold my wrist. His strength was so strong that he almost wanted to crush me.
I screamed in pain: "You scratched me!"
Yan Xiaoqing stared at me coldly: "What do you want to do?"
I struggled to look at him, and my originally defenseless eyes seemed to be blocked by an iron wall. From his eyes, I saw doubts, vigilance, and a complex disappointment.
I was inexplicably panicked: "I want to borrow your sword!"
He relaxed slightly, but not completely: "Are you sure you're just borrowing?"
Your heart is three feet cold, and your persistence will drive you to more doubts.
Yan Xiaoqing's wariness and suspicion of me depended on the assassination under the snow-capped mountains. I thought that this incident was over, but I didn't expect that in his heart, this incident had been carved into a deep scar that will last forever.
It's impossible to erase.
"If you don't want to, then...then I won't borrow it!" I wanted to take my hand back, but he held it tighter.
In fact, I want to tell him loudly, if I want to kill you, I can just pat your butt and leave when you are in the quagmire. Why bother to go to such trouble to save and then kill you? I don’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I have to let my enemy die.
I am content with it in my own hands.
He let go of me without warning, quickly pulled out the sword from his waist and handed it to me.
The cold light from the sword reflected into Yan Xiaoqing's pool-like blue eyes. It seemed that what he handed me was not a sword, but all his trust.
I hesitated to take it, but Yan Xiaoqing sent it forward: "Take it!"
"oh!"
"Remember to wipe it clean after use!"
"oh!"
When I placed the cut fruit in front of him, Yan Xiaoqing covered her forehead with a frustrated expression: "Is this what you did?"
"Hmm! What do you think?"
"I thought you would cut some branches and make a raft!"
Why didn't he implement such a prescient idea?
ps: Today’s long review is 8,000 words, and now there is still one thousand left! I went to bed without a long review! While Yan Xiaoqing disliked Xia Yan, how could Xia Yan ever like him?
Both of them are the pride of heaven, and both have their own arrogant side. No matter who wins or loses in the duel between the two, it will be a huge shame for the losing party.
The loser will try his best to get back, and the fight will never end.
Xia Yan said that hatred is the best cohesion. Without hatred, there is no motivation.
In other words, hatred is created when there is no hatred.
Under Yan Xiaoqing's endless talk, I fell into Mengxiang without shame.
When he woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep with his head on Yan Xiaoqing's lap.
Yan Xiaoqing stretched out one leg to use as a pillow for me, supported the other leg, put his right hand on my shoulder, and spread his injured hand by his side.
I quietly took his hand away, sat up and stretched.
It's incredible that after a life and death, Yan Xiaoqing and I could get along so casually, and I could sleep soundly on his pillow with peace of mind.
Looking back, I immediately got up and went to pick wild fruits.
This is what I must do every morning when I get up. During the picking process, I thought about whether I should try other ways to eat the fruits, otherwise just chewing the fruits would be too monotonous.
So I decided to make a fruit plate. Putting these colorful fruits together will definitely be very appetizing.
I quietly returned to the cave and saw Yan Xiaoqing sleeping soundly. I gently reached towards his waist.
The moment I touched the waistband of his pants, Yan Xiaoqing suddenly stretched out his hand to hold my wrist. His strength was so strong that he almost wanted to crush me.
I screamed in pain: "You scratched me!"
Yan Xiaoqing stared at me coldly: "What do you want to do?"
I struggled to look at him, and my originally defenseless eyes seemed to be blocked by an iron wall. From his eyes, I saw doubts, vigilance, and a complex disappointment.
I was inexplicably panicked: "I want to borrow your sword!"
He relaxed slightly, but not completely: "Are you sure you're just borrowing?"
Your heart is three feet cold, and your persistence will drive you to more doubts.
Yan Xiaoqing's wariness and suspicion of me depended on the assassination under the snow-capped mountains. I thought that this incident was over, but I didn't expect that in his heart, this incident had been carved into a deep scar that will last forever.
It's impossible to erase.
"If you don't want to, then...then I won't borrow it!" I wanted to take my hand back, but he held it tighter.
In fact, I want to tell him loudly, if I want to kill you, I can just pat your butt and leave when you are in the quagmire. Why bother to go to such trouble to save and then kill you? I don’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I have to let my enemy die.
I am content with it in my own hands.
He let go of me without warning, quickly pulled out the sword from his waist and handed it to me.
The cold light from the sword reflected into Yan Xiaoqing's pool-like blue eyes. It seemed that what he handed me was not a sword, but all his trust.
I hesitated to take it, but Yan Xiaoqing sent it forward: "Take it!"
"oh!"
"Remember to wipe it clean after use!"
"oh!"
When I placed the cut fruit in front of him, Yan Xiaoqing covered her forehead with a frustrated expression: "Is this what you did?"
"Hmm! What do you think?"
"I thought you would cut some branches and make a raft!"
Why didn't he implement such a prescient idea?
ps: Today’s long comment is 8,000 words long, and now there is still a thousand words left!! I went to bed without a long comment!
