Chapter 89: How willing to die

It seemed that the night that was dying had passed completely.
The sun is still shining outside, and the figures of wild yaks and wild Tibetan donkeys move slowly in groups on the grasslands, and the scenery is still like heaven.
In the yurt, the two of them looked at each other.
Wen Xian has always been able to speak well, allowing him to see many times, but at this moment, she didn't say anything, so she turned her head and looked at him.
"..."
The two stared at each other. After ten seconds, Lu Xiao looked away suddenly, landed on the carpet inside the yurt, and finally landed on the hanging bottle on the simple hanger, as if there was nowhere to put it.
"How do you feel now?"
He coughed and asked.
Although the voice was low, it seemed a little softer than before.
Wen Xuan's lips moved slightly, and his voice was still a little dumb: "It's much better."
She was still looking at him, and she hadn't moved away since he came in.
And now.
Wen Xian only felt that he didn't know if it was his own illusion. He was obviously still him, but she always felt that he seemed to be different.
where is it……?
Hearing her voice hoarse, Lu Xiao poured her a cup of tea, leaned over, squatted down on one knee and slightly raised the back of her neck to feed her a drink.
Wen Xian leaned on his powerful arms, and only felt extraordinarily at ease in his heart.
She lowered her head and drank the water. Suddenly, her breathing became a little bit choked, and some tea was spilled. Lu Xiao quickly wiped her cup of tea, helping her to wipe it carefully: "Don't worry, drink slowly."
Wen Xian: "..."
My heart trembled sensitively. Is this really... Lu Xiao?
She only felt that this was before, and he would definitely frown, and begged her a little impatiently whether her mouth was leaking, but right now, he actually said such a thing?
I didn't blame her at all.
He wiped her wet neckline, chin, and finally the corner of her mouth, carefully and carefully.
The sight collided with her.
Wen Xian was still looking at him, and he saw his reflection from the bottom of her eyes.
"..."
"What do you keep looking at me?" he asked.
The corners of Wen Xian's slightly white lips dangled slightly, and said slowly: "Not yet...because you look good?"
When Lu Xiao heard this, "..."
The hand wiping the corner of her mouth was startled, then her face was slightly wiped away, and her lips were lightly pressed.
Under the golden light penetrating the gray-white tent, the roots of his ears seemed to be suspiciously thin.
When he spoke again, he coughed heavily and said in a low tone: "You haven't been in shape yet at this time. Did you know that you almost confessed to the mountain yesterday?"
Wen Xian looked at him, the corners of her lips became slightly deeper, and the weak breath made her voice softer, but what she could say made her heart trembling.
She slowly said: "...How come... Captain Lu, I haven't slept with you yet, so how am I willing to die."
How can you be willing to die without sleeping till you.
As soon as these words fell, Lu Xiao froze all over: "..."
At this time, the old Tibetan woman came in, carrying a bowl of warm goat's milk and a plate of food. As soon as she came in, she saw Wen Xian smiling at Lu Xiao, her smile so beautiful.
The woman also laughed, "It seems that the girl is recovering well. What are you talking about? The girl laughed so happily."
Wen Xian looked over and deliberately moved her lips slightly: "Grandma, I just said I haven't yet—"
Her lips were suddenly covered by a big hand, preventing her unspoken words.
Lu Xiao coughed lightly, and said quickly: "It's nothing, she said she was hungry and wanted to eat—"
Before the last words were finished, Lu Xiao didn't know what he felt. There was a sudden crash in his head, and his spine was numb in an instant.
Bow your head.
Looking at a finger held by Wen Xian.
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