"No thanks." After carefully organizing the sentences, Mo Lian said, "I'm sorry you're hurt."

Huang Beiyue was stunned, then he said with a smile, "if you are injured, I will be very sad."

Mo Lian is also stunned, and then a bigger smile blooms on her face. Seeing how easy he is, Huang Beiyue can be very happy. She sighs that she is such a contented person that she will not be tired at all.

With Mo Lian by her side, to be honest, she is very relieved. Although this young man is a person of Guangyao hall, he makes her feel more reliable than anyone else. At least he will never hurt her, which is still very clear in her mind.

Too much blood loss, people are easy to get sleepy, and now in the safe fantasy, relying on the shoulder of ink lotus, it is easy to feel the warmth of the way, she slowly some sleepy.

Mo Lian didn't know that she was sleepy. Suddenly an idea came up in her mind. She asked, "what is it? Love? "

"Ah "Huang Beiyue replied lazily, and then smiled:" this thing has no specific image, but it's probably a feeling. "

"Feeling?"

Huang Beiyue said with a sleepy smile: "that is to say, when you can't see a person, you will think about him all the time, don't think about tea and rice, and you are all thinking about him. You want to see him very much, but when you see him, you will feel afraid that he will leave, and your heart will beat very fast "

slowly, Huang Beiyue laughs a little funny. What does she say about this? How can this guy understand this complex feeling when he has such a simple mind?

Moreover, she said that these are not completely love, love is a kind of feeling that can not be said.

She smiled and smiled, her eyes slowly closed, and she fell asleep on his shoulder.

Mo Lian thought, missed, and heart beat a little bleary

squeak is standing on the knee of ink lotus. He is raising his head, leaning his head to look at ink lotus, looking at ink lotus's thinking expression with big eyes, blinking his eyes, and then "squeak".

Mo Lian picked up the squeak and put it on his heart. Let the little guy's ear stick to his chest. He squeaked suddenly. His round face was squashed. I don't know what Mo Lian wanted to do. He was holding it with his hands and feet.

It took a long time for Mo lian to take him away from his chest and look at him with big eyes.

"Come on?" Murian asked in a low voice.

Creak thought for a while, then suddenly nodded, knowing that Mo Lian could not see, he jumped up and down on the back of the psychedelic beast, imitating the strange "Dong Dong" sound in his mouth.

After getting the confirmation of squeak, Mo Lian laughed alone. The smile on his pale face seemed a little stiff and unnatural. He didn't smile many times, and didn't know what the smile should look like. At least he never saw anyone smile.

But this is a natural expression. People will laugh when they are born. They just don't laugh often, so this expression is not so good-looking.

Squeak saw his smile, then stretched out two thin hands to cover his eyes, shook his head, shook his head, and then shook his head, that expression don't mention how disgusted!

However, Mo Lian could not see him, but gently hugged Huang Beiyue in her arms and murmured, "love ..”