Stretching out his hand, hesitating for a long while, he gently stroked his black hair that was casually draped and hanging softly on the ground.
Feeling cool and icy in her hands, Hua Xiyue sighed softly. She leaned forward and smelled the fragrance of his hair.
It has a faint, strange herbal fragrance.
Jia Ruo was meditating when he felt Hua Xiyue approaching him, and his heart jumped slightly, as if he missed half a beat.
He naturally knew what she was thinking, and he felt slightly guilty, but he didn't know what to say.[
He just sat there quietly, motionless, like a sleeping god.
How could he not understand Hua Xiyue's deep love for him, but so what?
I have always been pure in my six senses, seen through worldly situations, and devoted myself to pure cultivation. I have never liked the love between men and women.
How could you be tempted by a fox?
What's more, his body is like a broken doll now. He may scatter and fall to the ground at any time. How can he continue to flirt with love and only leave sadness to the other person?
Suddenly distressed, my breathing became ragged.
He tried his best to force himself not to think about it. Although his body did not move, his slightly trembling eyelashes revealed his uneasiness at this time.
Hua Xiyue stroked Jia Ruo's hair, and the melancholy in her heart could not be confused by the countless clues.
All the reluctance and helplessness in my heart turned into nothing but heartbroken pain.
"Why don't you love me? Do you think I'm a monster and not worthy of you?"
Hua Xiyue's pair of purple eyes flashed with confusion.
She couldn't help but curl up into his arms, with a hint of grievance and unwillingness in her tone.
Jia Ruo frowned slightly, not liking the feeling of being touched and the urge in his heart to hold her in his arms.
He was slightly angry in his heart, angry at this meaningless emotional pull. He seemed to be entangled in something and couldn't escape no matter what.
He wanted to push her away, but couldn't bear to do it.
Hua Xiyue became more and more restless in his arms.
A pair of small hands climbed up to his cheeks, brushed his eyebrows, his eyes, and his lips: "Jia Ruo, how can I keep you?"