He left in an instant, woke up, took three steps back, and pointed at Song Qingtian in disbelief -----
"Ah?" Qingtian asked in confusion, "Brother L, are you awake?"
She didn't understand why he was so excited and had such a big reaction.
"You, you, you, you!" L pointed at her, speaking incoherently, "Why did you forcefully kiss me!?"
Forced kiss?
Song Qingtian was even more confused, so he pointed to the kettle and explained with a serious face, "I don't have one. Brother L, you have fainted. I am saving you and feeding you water..."
l After listening to the words, he saw the kettle lying on the ground, touched his lips, and felt a bit of salty and wet astringency. He couldn't help frowning and asked fiercely, "Why does it smell like blood? I bit you."
?Or, you fed me your blood?"
"No! No!"
Song Qingtian shook her head like a rattle, pointed to the direction where the teenagers gathered a few hundred meters behind and said, "There is a sister over there. She has a kettle. I went to borrow it from her."
"Is it her blood?" L's frowning eyebrows did not relax. He glared at Qingtian and scolded him displeasedly, "Why did you borrow other people's things so casually? Moreover, it was a kettle filled with blood, just in case she got pregnant.
What should I do if I am poisoned? What should I do if I am poisoned and die? You girl, why are you so stupid? Don’t you think about the consequences of doing things? "
Qingtian looked at him, stared at his face, blinked her round almond-shaped eyes several times, and finally pointed out very honestly, seriously, and ruthlessly, "But brother L, if... I don't borrow that saliva,
You will faint and die of thirst in this desert!"
l Hearing this, he paused, glared at her fiercely, and silently--Okay, I guess this girl is eloquent.
He stood up and glanced at the gathering place in front of him. He knew it was getting late and it was time to go there, so he cleared his throat and faced Song Qingtian with an awkward statement in his voice, "I tell you, you are the one who wants to follow me. There will be consequences."
I don't care whether it's life or death. Also, what I'm going to do next is very dangerous. If you know what's going on, you'd better find a way to get out. Anyway, we've arrived at the place, and I don't need you to lead the way for me."
"It's okay, brother L, I can follow you and I will always protect you." Qingtian smiled back optimistically.
l glared, "Who wants your protection? I am a big man!"
Eh? Will a big man faint before a woman? Didn’t Mommy say that handsome men with good looks and weak constitutions, commonly known as embroidered pillows, need the protection of female men?
Well, obviously Brother L hasn't realized the fact that he is a pillow, so she can only continue to stay with peace of mind and save and protect the beautiful man.
Watching Qingtian was silent, always staring at him with a pair of big innocent eyes, nodding, nodding, and looking self-determined. L felt guilty and pointed at her and said, "Song
Qingtian, don’t think that if you use this trick, I will be responsible for you. Let me tell you, there are many women who want to give me my first kiss! I am not curious about it! I will not be responsible for it! "
First kiss?
Does it refer to the mouth-to-mouth situation just now?
She had lip-to-mouth with a lot of people when she was little, right?
Daddy, Mommy, three uncles, three aunts, Aunt Cat, Uncle Leopard... Oh, there are too many to count! Although she didn’t stick her tongue in and eat it for a long time like brother L, she heard her mommy say that when she was a child, she had
She’s so beautiful, but people always rush to kiss her wherever she takes her...
I have to take responsibility for this. Brother L must be making too much fuss.
"It's okay!" Qingtian patted his chest and promised, continuing to be optimistic, "Brother L, don't worry, I won't ask you to take responsibility, nor will I ask you to protect me. Just now, it wasn't my first kiss at all, so just relax.
Bar."
I thought that after saying this, Brother L would lead her forward with peace of mind and peace of mind------
Who knew that as soon as she finished speaking, she saw that L's amazingly beautiful face turned completely black.
Qingtian was puzzled, so he stepped forward and asked, "Brother L, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"None of your business!"
As soon as he waved his hand, L turned around with a dark face and stepped forward, walking towards the place where the teenagers gathered.
Shouldn't we just take luck with her words?
Why did he feel extremely uncomfortable when he heard this little girl say this?
An unpleasant, swollen feeling of injustice began to burn in his chest. Thinking that she had kissed another man before him, a fire was lit in his head...
How old was she? She gave her first kiss to another man!
Damn it! This little girl is so defenseless!
After walking a few steps, I felt that there were no footsteps following me. I turned around and yelled at Song Qingtian, who was standing there motionless, "What are you doing standing there! Come here quickly! Follow me!"
"Oh - I know! Brother L!"
With a cheerful response, Song Qingtian ran over and grabbed the corner of his clothes with a cute look on his face.
"From now on", pointing to her mouth, his expression was still fierce, "don't let others eat here, you know?"
"Here?" Qingtian repeated, pointing to his mouth, "Then... don't give it to brother L either?"
"Am I someone else?"
A rush occurred in his mind, and he didn't know that he had said this sentence without realizing it. Even he was shocked.
"Of course not!"
Qingtian paused and immediately shook his head with a sweet and light smile on his face, "Brother L, you are my good friend!"
l hummed lowly without saying anything.
"Then...brother L admits that he is my good friend?" Qingtian took advantage of the situation and pursued him.
"Humph..." He continued not to answer, with an awkward expression. After a long while, he muttered, "It's okay if you want me to admit it, but from now on, including our itinerary, you have to listen to me, do you know?"
"Okay!" Qingtian agreed simply, "I will listen very carefully to Brother L's words."
"It's good that you know." He pointed at her and declared, "Otherwise, don't ask me to be your friend."
"Yeah, I understand. Brother L is the best to me. Brother L is my best and best friend."
"They are friends, not good friends. I haven't reached that point with you yet..."
"It's great. I have friends now. My good friend, Brother L, is beautiful and kind to me. It's great..."
Song Qingtian had already begun to live in her own world, murmuring happily to herself, and was so happy that she couldn't think about the misfortune of having the first close friend in her life.
l looked at her and almost fell into a trance...
It took a while before I realized it. I quickly shook my head and said to myself vigilantly -------
What's going on? How could he be so weird? He was so stunned looking at this yellow-haired girl.
No, he just said what he said and did what he did just because he saw how stupid this little girl was. As an ordinary friend, he was in a protective position.
He has no selfish motives at all, nor does he have any strange feelings for her...
Yes, it is like this, yes, it must be like this.
After comforting himself, l stroked his chest and convinced himself.
The tangled heart finally calmed down, and he pulled Song Qingtian safely towards the gathering place of the teenagers.
The number of young people gathered in the group was not large. Including L and Song Qingtian, there were only twelve people. The ratio was six boys and six girls.
The girl sitting there with the long knife on her back was still there. She saw Song Qingtian coming over and nodded towards them.
Qingtian took L to thank him. L was a little reluctant, but still walked over and started talking to get information.
"They only want half the number."
The girl tightened her chapped lips and spat out this sentence towards Qingtian and L, "In other words, half of the twelve of us are going to die."
l's right hand froze, he clenched his fist, and thought, "Perhaps, we can consider cooperation and discuss tactics later."
The girl's brows moved, as if she was thinking about it.
At this time, Qingtian raised his head, his Qiao ears moved, he looked in the north direction, his thin lips moved, and he said firmly, "There is the sound of a car, they are coming to pick us up."
"good."
The girl with the long knife on her back stood up, stretched out her hand, and said solemnly, "I promise to cooperate with you."
l stretched out his hands and held each other's hands, looking at the girl's eyes always falling on Song Qingtian, and in his heart, it suddenly became clear------
The important person who contributed to his alliance to save his life was this little girl, Song Qingtian, who always smiled like a clear sky.
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After the man in black left, Yan Xiaoyu returned to Jane's bedroom. The bedroom was very neat and simple. Apart from a few simple furnishings such as a desk and a wardrobe, there was only a large bed and stuffed furniture against the wall.
bookcase.
She walked up to the bookcase and saw that Jane's bookcase was very full. There were all kinds of books. In addition to essays, medical works, and psychological works, the remaining half of the cabinet was written by the British female writer Jane O.
Sting's books.
I don't know if it was because of the same name, but Xiaoyu saw that there were many collections of Jane Austen's collected works translated from various countries and versions in the bookcase. Among them, the collection accounted for a large proportion, which was a book by Jane Austen that was famous for her time.
, "Sense and Sensibility".
The most numerous ones are French editions, and there are various reprints in different eras and different printings, all of which are in Jane's collection.
She pulled it out, took a shabby book that looked like it had been read a lot, opened it and read -----
The preface contains a sentence.
‘Who wants to be the sensible one?
Who is the slave of emotions?’
Two lines of characters, simple, two sentences, beautiful handwriting, Chinese, should be Jian's handwriting.
Xiaoyu had read this book, but she roughly knew the plot, but had never thought about it deeply in her mind. She stared at the two lines of words for a while, and finally decided to close the book, put it back on the bookshelf, and closed the door.
Walking back to the desk, he took out the card that always sent messages at critical moments and studied it.