Time passed slowly, Xuan Ming woke up from practice, and happened to see Bing Ling blankly thinking about something. Based on Xuan Ming's understanding of Bing Ling, Bing Ling should not be in this state, and he couldn't help but be curious.
"Bingling, what's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Xuan Ming's question woke Bing Ling out of her daze. She was a little panicked at first, but she quickly calmed down and returned to her previous calmness, replying: "It's nothing, I'm just a little worried."
Xuan Ming felt a little strange now and quickly asked: "What are you worried about?"
"I'm just worried that we don't know if we can pass this third level." Xuan Ming listened to Bing Ling's worries and glanced at Bing Ling in confusion. Where did the strong and decisive Bing Ling in the past become? When did he become so sentimental?
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Xuan Ming walked to sit down opposite Bing Ling, staring directly at Bing Ling. Bing Ling was looked at by Xuan Ming, a little afraid to look directly at him, and slowly lowered her head.
"You raise your head." There was a loud shout. Xuan Ming saw Bing Ling's indecision and became angry. Xuan Ming grabbed Bing Ling's shoulders with both hands and said loudly: "Look at me and say, what are you hesitating about?"
?What are you afraid of?"
Bing Ling was frightened by Xuan Ming's loud shout, and raised her head suddenly, her eyes filled with tears, trying hard not to let them stay, looking back at Xuan Ming, a little hoarse: "I'm afraid we can't pass the third level, I'm afraid
We all die."
Xuan Ming thought about everything, but he never thought that Bing Ling would answer like this. He slowly loosened his grip on Bing Ling's shoulders, his tone revealed his extreme disappointment, and murmured to himself: "You are scared to death, you are actually afraid
died?"
At this point, Xuan Ming could no longer control himself. He stood up excitedly and pointed at Bing Ling with a crazy expression: "Are you afraid of death? Bing Ling, you fucking told me that you are afraid of death? Ah?"
What did you do long ago, and now you say you are afraid of death? Who do you think I, Xuanming, am? A doll? Do you know why I, Xuanming, did all this?"
Xuan Ming became more and more excited and couldn't control himself more and more. He waved his fist and hit the wall behind him with all his strength. There was a constant rumble and dust flying.
When Xuan Ming said this, Bing Ling couldn't hold back her tears anymore and turned into two transparent thin lines. Looking at the crazy Xuan Ming, Bing Ling didn't care about anything and rushed forward and hugged Xuan Ming from behind, letting Xuan Ming do whatever he wanted.
No matter how hard she struggled to get away, she didn't let go. She cried out, "I, Bingling, have never been afraid of death. I feel sorry for you."
After hearing Bing Ling's sobbing explanation, Xuan Ming stopped struggling, but still didn't speak.
Bing Ling felt that Xuan Ming had calmed down: "I'm sorry for you. Really, I shouldn't have let you come. It's all my fault." After Bing Ling finished speaking, she buried her head deeply in Xuan Ming's back.
When Bing Ling said these words, she was already crying. She had a growing premonition that the third level would be a life and death test. Bing Ling thought about it alone for a long time.
She, Bing Ling, was not afraid of death, but she felt that Xuan Ming had been implicated, and Xuan Ming should not have endured this test. It was all because of her. Thinking of Xuan Ming's care for her along the way, Bing Ling's originally cold heart
He had melted away a long time ago, and unconsciously he had deep roots in love for Xuan Ming.
But the deeper the love, the more Bing Ling blames herself and feels that everything is her fault, which is why the scene just happened.
Xuan Ming listened to Bing Ling's self-blaming words behind him. He knew that he had misunderstood Bing Ling. He broke away from Bing Ling's arms and felt Bing Ling's loneliness. He turned around and hugged Bing Ling tightly in his arms, looking down at himself.
In his arms, Bing Ling, who had already burst into tears, and Xuan Ming looked full of love and affection.
Patting Bing Ling's back with his hand, his tone was full of affection: "I'm sorry, I wrongly blamed you. You are not wrong. It was my own choice. Besides, I don't think we will die, believe me."
Listening to Xuan Ming's words, Bing Ling raised her pretty face and said with some self-blame: "Xuan Ming, do you think I am useless?"
Xuan Ming didn't know why Bingling had such an idea, and quickly comforted him: "No, you are the most important to me. Isn't this useless?"
But Bing Ling was obviously dissatisfied: "I'm really useless. I can't help you much. You are always in front." After saying that, he buried his head in depression.
Xuan Ming patted Bing Ling's back gently and said solemnly to Bing Ling: "Don't say anything, you are the most important thing to me in this world. I am willing to fight for you. If you really don't need me that day, then I
It's more uncomfortable than dying." After saying that, he looked at Bing Ling affectionately.
I have to say that Xuan Ming's words of love were very destructive. Bing Ling had never heard anything like this before. He was immediately overwhelmed by Xuan Ming. He could only raise his head and look at Xuan Ming with the same affection, and slowly closed his eyes.
Xuan Ming, who had watched many Korean dramas, would let this opportunity pass and directly lowered his head and kissed Bing Ling's cherry lips.
The moment he kissed Bingling, Xuan Ming exclaimed in his heart, Lord Buddha, I also have a girlfriend, and then apologized to the Buddha who didn't know where he was. It's not Lord Buddha that I have no self-control. It's really this beauty that makes me fall in love with him.
too deep.
After a long time, their lips parted, Xuan Ming had some aftertaste, no wonder those men are looking for women, Lord Buddha, I can feel it, hehe. A proud smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
——————I am the dividing line——————
Since establishing a relationship, Bing Ling has become much more cheerful in front of Xuan Ming, but her cold personality has not changed, after all, it has been so many years.
But Xuan Ming doesn't care at all. What he likes is Bing Ling's cool and elegant lotus-like personality. If he wants to change it, Xuan Ming really doesn't know if he can accept it.
The two of them finished their dinner sweetly. The dry food, which was originally bland, tasted particularly sweet to them.
The sky was getting dark, Xuan Ming and Bing Ling looked at each other, looking forward to the dawn of the next day, because by the next day, the two of them would pass the third level, so what exactly is the third level? The two of them were looking forward to it.