Sometimes she was too lazy to use her brain. When Zhan Beihan asked her, she would tell her the truth without even thinking about being defensive.
It's a bit scary.
When did she become so trusting of him?
It seemed that all the dangers she had worried about before had been forgotten by her unconsciously. Even now, when Zhan Beihan put his hand on her neck, she could not get nervous at all. In the past, she would have been tense and alert.
.
The expression on Xiao Lingyue's face changed from shock to astonishment to suspicion and depression.
Various expressions changed in turn.
In the end, it turned into a slight helplessness.
She looked at Zhan Beihan and said seriously: "If you really want me to tell you, how is it different now from before, I can't tell you. But just ask yourself about this, your attitude towards me now
, is it still the same as before?”
Xiao Lingyue slyly threw the question back.
Zhan Beihan remained calm, but felt a little startled in his heart. Is it still the same as before?
Of course it's different.
But what exactly is different, men can't tell either.
He and Xiao Lingyue are of the same kind. For people like them who are in danger all year round and are used to dancing on the tip of a knife, their feelings will only be more hidden and difficult to find than ordinary people, and they will also be more persistent and dangerous.
Because feelings themselves are flaws.
It's even more of a weakness.
Neither Zhan Beihan nor Xiao Lingyue would let their weaknesses expand.
For them, love at first sight does not exist. Changes in feelings do not happen overnight, but gradually accumulate over time. When they suddenly look back, they are shocked to realize that they are no longer the same.
That being the case.
Zhan Beihan looked deeply into her eyes and said in a low voice, "Do you still want to escape?"
Xiao Lingyue did not answer, but asked: "How much trust do you have in me now?"
"I am the king asking you first!" Zhan Beihan said displeased.
"You have to answer me first. Otherwise I won't be able to answer you." Xiao Lingyue blinked.
Zhan Beihan snorted: "Cunning woman!"
He then threw the question back: "Tell me, how much do you trust me?"
Xiao Lingyue thought about it seriously: "No, seven points."
Zhan Beihan's face turned dark: "Only seven points?!"
"What do you mean only seven points? It's very high, okay?" Xiao Lingyue was unconvinced when she heard it. "Except for Hanhan and Beibei, I don't have such high trust in others. Don't be dissatisfied."
There are very few people in this world that Xiao Lingyue can truly trust.
Of course her two children come first. How could she not trust her two little babies?
Zhan Beihan could only place second, but it was indeed not low. After all, he had been born and died so many times, and he had the emotional foundation from his previous life, so Xiao Lingyue consciously gave him a high score.
But such a "high score" obviously cannot satisfy Zhan Beihan.
The man twitched the corner of his mouth coldly and stared at her: "Is it me or someone else? Is it worse than two little things that haven't grown all their hair?"
He curled his lips contemptuously and said displeasedly: "What can they do?"
The corners of Xiao Lingyue's mouth twitched slightly: "Why are you comparing yourself to your own son?"
"You were the first to use them as an example!"
The man pinched her chin and became more and more unhappy, "Am I not as reliable as them?"