As he said that, he used his light skills and caught up with Bai Weiwei in front of him. With one arm, he hugged Bai Weiwei in his arms and flew out of the plum forest.
Flying very high and flying very fast.
Snowflakes mixed with gorgeous plum petals dance with them.
Bai Weiwei secretly stretched out her little hand and grabbed the clothes behind him, full of peace of mind.
The last time the Lord of the Blue Kingdom took her to fly, and she was so scared that she was about to fly out.
This time, it may be a difference between people, and she was not afraid at all because she knew that this person would not let go of himself no matter what.
The two of them came to the rest place prepared by the Lord of the Blue Kingdom for Bai Weiwei.
As soon as he entered this quiet room, Mo Qianxun held Bai Weiwei tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood, and he would never let go again. He buried his head on her scarf and turned his head to kiss her crystal earlobe.
After hugging him for a long time, Bai Weiwei pushed him gently, and then he said in a dream: "Weiwei, I miss you so much."
"How have you been in these three months?" Bai Wei asked him softly.
"How could I be fine without you?" Mo Qianxun picked her up and walked up to Ruopo.
Bai Weiwei stretched out her arms and put them around his neck and asked him gently: "Have your injury healed?"
"Have your injury healed?" the two of them actually asked at the same time.
Bai Weiwei's face turned red, and Mo Qianxun smiled heartily: "I am a man, so I will naturally be happy."
He sat on the soft collapse with her in his arms, but still didn't let her go, let her sit on her legs, pulled out her cool hands, held them in her palms and rubbed them with luck, and a warm stream of hot streams rushed to Bai Weiwei's palm. Mo Qianxun rubbed her for a while, covered her hand and placed it on her mouth and pecked her carefully: "Why can't take care of yourself so much, make your hands so cold? We have to wear thicker in the future!"
Bai Weiwei disagreed. Whether it was before or now, her hands and feet became very cold in winter, and she no longer cared about it. What she cared about now was another thing. She whispered to his chest: "Let me see."
"It's already done, no need to see it." Mo Qianxun kissed her little hand.
"Since you're done, what else are you afraid of? Let me see." But she refused to help, pulled out her hand, pushed him, and was about to pull open his clothes.
Mo Qianxun obediently lay down on the soft collapse, letting her untied his clothes on her chest.
His eyes were staring at her, and he could never see enough.
She untied his outer robe, and there was a piece of folded rice paper neatly placed close to her body. Bai's hands were trembling slightly. She held it in her hand. She remembered that there were sixteen words written on it.
Mo Qianxun said with satisfaction: "Hold your hand, grow old with me, and live and die together, and talk to me. The sixteen words you wrote are not only posted on my chest every day, but also engraved into my heart. During these three months, whenever I am confused, I think of you accompanying me. When I can't hold on, I think of you waiting for me. We want to live and die together, and talk to me."
"Well! Life and Death Qikuo, tell Zicheng!" Bai Weiwei nodded to him fiercely, pulled open his underwear, revealing his strong chest. The movements on Bai Weiwei's hands suddenly stopped.
There was a hideous scar on Mo Qianxun's strong chest. The scar was as wide as a dagger, and the flesh it grew was still red. Judging from the degree of the wound, it must have been very deep at that time.
Bai Weiwei gently traced the scar with her hand, tears burst into her eyes, she bent down and put her face
It was pressed against his chest, and tears dripped down the corners of his eyes on his chest.