The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars.

The wilderness.

In the vast mountains and forests.

Inside a long-abandoned temple.

It was dark.

Only a few pale rays of moonlight fell through the holes at the door and the roof.

In the darkness behind the statue.

Two dark figures could be vaguely seen.

One long and one short.

All were silent.

The atmosphere in the temple fell into silence.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked intently at the curled-up black shadow on the back of the statue.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't answer him and continued to curl up into a ball.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He thought about it, turned around and walked around the temple, picking up some dry firewood.

After Zhao Rong returned to the statue, he began to pile up firewood and make a fire.

Slowly.

At some point.

An orange flame bloomed out of nowhere, instantly growing larger and burning fiercely.

Inside the ruined temple, darkness somewhere was driven out by light.

It's like there's an extra orange room.

Warmth also comes with it.

Although it is summer now, people will still shiver after being drenched by a heavy rain and being blown by the cool night breeze in the suburbs.

Zhao Rong sat down beside the fire, exhaled lightly, and stretched out his hands to warm them in the flames, but he did not pay attention to his gradually warming body. Instead, he looked through the dancing flames and carefully stared at Su Xiaoxiao opposite him.

She was soaked all over, with her knees hugged and her head down. Cold water drops fell from her wet black hair and gathered in a large puddle of rain on the ground beside her.

Su Xiaoxiao's body trembled slightly, and occasionally twitched unnaturally, but no sound came out.

Everything happened in silence.

If she still hid in the darkness, no one would be able to discover that she was a living person.

Zhao Rong's pupils shrank slightly.

There seemed to be a real throbbing of the heartstrings.

The softest place in my heart was touched by a silly girl.

If he hadn't come to find her, what stupid thing would this silly girl do?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

I dare not think about the answer.

But then, he suddenly felt angry for no apparent reason.

Why is this stupid girl so stupid? She is so stupid...

Zhao Rong narrowed her eyes and stared at this punching bag who was trying to hide herself in her little world.

He suddenly stood up and walked to Su Xiaoxiao.

He didn't care about the rain on the ground at all and sat down directly, facing her.

Su Xiaoxiao's body trembled violently, still with her head down and her face buried, but her body moved backwards clumsily, like a poor little creature, leaving a trail of water on the ground.

Like running away from something horrible.

"Don't move."

Zhao Rong said seriously.

Su Xiaoxiao's body stiffened, but as if she realized something, her delicate body moved again stubbornly, but it was just a pretense, and in the end she did not dare to retreat.

Zhao Rong stood up, walked forward a few steps, and sat down in front of her again.

The distance between the two was less than half a step.

"look up."

Su Xiaoxiao didn't move.

"I told you to look up!"

Zhao Rong's tone became more serious.

But Su Xiaoxiao still didn't look up.

Zhao Rong frowned and reached out to touch her, but just as his hand touched her knee, it was pushed away.

"Don't touch me!"

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her head, her voice became slightly hoarse, no longer as soft and gentle as before.

Zhao Rong's hand was brushed away, and before he could react, he heard her cold words.

Take another closer look.

I found that the beautiful face that was once a source of trouble was no longer the same as before.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was pale, a few strands of black hair were hanging down in disarray, and her pink lips were bitten, looking as if she had smeared rouge, a bright red.

Zhao Rong's eyes flickered and his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao has a kind of withered beauty, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

This is what the book says, when a beauty cries, the pear blossoms are wet with rain, and her jade-like face is filled with tears. Why?

“Don’t look at me!”

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly covered the lower half of her face with one hand, tilted her head, stared at the ground beside her, and gritted her teeth.

"You are not allowed to look at it, you are not allowed to look at it. Xiaoxiao is only for people who like Xiaoxiao and who also like Xiaoxiao. Go away, don't look at it, you can't look at it... wuwu..."

“Wuwuwu——”

But as she was talking, she suddenly burst into tears.

The sound was not pleasant because her voice was hoarse from crying, and there were not many tears because her eyes were swollen from crying, but her crying was not reduced at all.

She lowered her head and covered her mouth tightly, as if trying to squeeze out the last drop of tears in her life.

But.

A soft voice came.

"I can see."

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Her delicate body was still twitching subconsciously, but she had forgotten to cry.

She opened her eyes wide and looked back suddenly.

The man looked at her softly.

"Really?"

Su Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes, which were red from crying, were now filled with disbelief.

Zhao Rong did not respond, but tilted his head slightly, suddenly stretched out his hand and reached forward.

Su Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the hands reaching towards her face and made no attempt to stop them.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her black and white eyes were filled with him, but she still couldn't believe it and felt like she was in a dream.

But the next second.

The big hand covered one side of her face.

Su Xiaoxiao's delicate body trembled.

This is not a dream.

Because... it's so warm...

Zhao Rong carefully looked at the pretty face so close to him.

At this moment, he was completely controlling it in one hand.

His thumbs gently stroked her pair of red fox eyes, and the narrow corners of her charming eyes were arbitrarily rolled into other arcs by the fingertips.

He had always liked her upturned eyes, thinking them very alluring, and now he could finally pinch them at will, finally getting what he wanted.

Su Xiaoxiao stared blankly at Zhao Rong's face illuminated by the orange-yellow firelight. This was the man of her dreams whom she had been secretly staring at and hiding in her heart for the past few days.

What he meant was... he was willing to bully Xiao Xiao?

Bully...for a lifetime?

She looked at Zhao Rong's expression with pity, and saw that he had a smile on his face and his movements were domineering.

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly felt something called happiness gushing out from her chest uncontrollably.

The taste was indescribable, like honey and fine wine, sweet and intoxicating, dizzying her little head and making her enjoy it.

Su Xiaoxiao's pale face began to regain color.

Her rosy face is like a blooming lotus, and her fair skin is like solidified fat.

Zhao Rong's fingertips carefully stroked the petals like petals and found that the rouge on the pink lips was actually bright red blood.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and rubbed the wound at the corner of her lip with heartache.

He looked at Su Xiaoxiao's obedient expression and tender red lips, and suddenly his heart was moved.

She is like a rushing water; you will know her gentleness only when you touch her.

Zhao Rong ignored other feelings for a moment. He only felt the cautious, yet passionate and endless love of the woman in front of him.

It was like a jar of strong liquor, which made Zhao Rong drunk just by smelling it.

At this moment, he only had eyes for her.

suddenly.

Zhao Rong inexplicably felt guilty.

Silly girl, am I really worthy of your love?

He was a little scared.

At this moment.

A bright mark spread down from the right wrist.

The moist touch made Zhao Rong glance over.

Next second.

"Boo!"

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly found that the hand she was holding was suddenly pulled back by someone, making a slight sound.

Su Xiaoxiao was startled, her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with fear, she looked up at Zhao Rong with trembling eyes, her little mouth opening and closing.

She already had it, and now it was taken away from her. It would be better for her to die. She never wanted to let it go again.

But before she could turn her fear into despair.

Her left hand was "domineeringly" grabbed by Zhao Rong, and then he gently and carefully pried open the five bloody jade fingers.

Zhao Rong frowned tightly as he looked at the silk handkerchief on Su Xiaoxiao's palm that was already stained with blood. It was the handkerchief that she had used to wipe his sweat during the day.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that her five fingernails had pierced into the flesh of her palm, and the wound had not been treated, so it kept bleeding.

He couldn't see clearly in the dark just now, and not only was the girl's hands bleeding, she was also serving him foolishly.

As a result, it is now covered in blood. Hey, why did it bleed so much?

Zhao Rong quickly took out a piece of cloth and bandaged her wound.

Su Xiaoxiao stared blankly at Zhao Rong as he carefully bandaged her wound, her eyes fixed on his serious and focused expression as he lowered his head.

"How stupid! You can hurt yourself. If you don't treat this wound quickly, it will definitely leave a scar..."

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and stared at Zhao Rong who was nagging in front of her.

Her eyes narrowed into crescents, but no sound came out of her mouth, and she didn't answer him.

Su Xiaoxiao just stared at him infatuatedly, occasionally smacking her lips. There was the taste of her sweetheart.

Zhao Rong happened to look up and when he saw her appearance, he was immediately furious.

"Still laughing? How stupid."

Su Xiaoxiao's smile is as beautiful as a flower:

"It doesn't matter if I'm a little stupid, as long as I have Zhao Lang."