After several twists and turns, his black hair fell loose and hung down on his shoulders.
The face with its back to the bonfire was hidden in the shadows. A pair of narrow and cold eyes shone with a cold and sharp light, looking like a beast ready to pounce in the night.
There is a sense of danger that makes your heart beat faster.
"Zhan... Beihan?" Xiao Lingyue looked at him in shock.
Afraid of waking up Meng Wenhao and the little boy beside her, she kept her voice low and soft: "What are you doing? Scared me..."
Zhan Beihan said nothing and stared at her with his eyes narrowed.
No intention of letting go.
Xiao Lingyue was trapped between his body and the stone, unable to move for a moment, looking at him inexplicably.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Zhan Beihan said in a low voice: "I haven't finished what I just said."
Forget it if he doesn't speak.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Xiao Lingyue immediately felt that his breath was unusually hot.
Breathing is obviously warm.
Her heart tightened and she reached out to touch his forehead.
The man remained motionless, letting her touch him, his deep eyes always staring at her.
Xiao Lingyue reached out and touched his forehead, and she felt an unusual burning sensation: "Are you having a fever?!"
It should be high fever caused by the wound.
Although it was a normal reaction, Xiao Lingyue was still very nervous. She didn't bring any fever-reducing medicine with her: "When did the fever start? How long has it been? Why didn't you tell me?"
As she spoke, she touched the man's cheek and neck.
His tentacles were filled with burning heat.
Moist hot sweat clung to the palms of my hands, and the collar of my clothes was soaked with hot sweat.
Xiao Lingyue was a little annoyed: "Didn't I tell you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable? What are you doing!"
I was sweating so much, and it looked like I had been burning for a while.
This man actually didn't say a word.
Xiao Lingyue glared at him and said angrily: "Don't get out of the way! I'll wipe you down with wine to cool down..."
"Are you worried about me?" Zhan Beihan interrupted suddenly.
"..." Xiao Lingyue choked and stared at him, "Are you going to get out of the way?"
"Speak first." Zhan Beihan blocked her and looked at her with his dark eyes, "What do you mean by asking me so many things?"
How long has it been and is he still talking about this?
"It's not interesting, I'm just curious!" Xiao Lingyue bit her tongue.
"Why aren't you curious about others?" the man asked with a tricky angle.
Xiao Lingyue choked again, stared at him and said, "Is there anyone else here?"
"Don't change the subject!" The man narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"What are you asking?" Xiao Lingyue said.
"You are very concerned about my relationship, and you want me to have a relationship with another woman. Why?" The man's tone was cold, but his breath was hot.
The distance between the two was already very close, and as they spoke, wisps of hot breath hit Xiao Lingyue's face.
In the darkness, she felt her cheeks getting hot.
Warmth spread from his face to his ears.
Xiao Lingyue felt inexplicably uncomfortable all over, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back.
She instinctively shrank back before she could speak.
The man said coldly: "What are you hiding from? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
The further she retreated, the further he leaned forward.
In the jumping firelight, a cold and pale face slowly approached, the tip of his high nose almost touched her, and his eyes were cold, like a ferocious beast locking its prey, which was frightening. Popular ""