A low chuckle came to her ears. Hearing this familiar voice, Luo Xuening knew that her judgment was correct. That person indeed had a cold aura. Although it was cold, his name was Luo Xuening. She sounded extremely familiar.

Moreover, after not seeing it for a few days, Luo Xuening was suddenly surprised that she had actually developed some attachment to that familiar taste.

Such a perception made Luo Xue Ning blush with shame. Even in the dark, she did not dare to go. She looked into Long Mo Xun's eyes, lowered her head silently, shy and timid, yet with a sense of half understanding.

When it comes to love, Luo Xuening has always considered herself an expert, but, whether in her past life or this life, her practical experience in love can be said to be lacking.

A person who uses romance novels as the basic enlightenment of his love is indeed still a novice in the field of love.

Even though Luo Xu Ning realized at this moment that she had a special feeling for Long Mo Xun, this feeling was not enough to penetrate and allow Luo Xu Ning to sense the changes in the handwriting.

However, her slightly furrowed brows and head lowered in thought were no different from many young ladies who were just beginning to fall in love.

Long Moxun had naturally seen a lot. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and an inexplicable smile flashed across his eyes.

"Luoxue Ning, are you shy?"

Luo Xuening shook her head, her eyes filled with anger as if her secrets had been exposed, and she denied it.

"I didn’t."

"You're blushing."

Long Moxun looked at her meaningfully. In the darkness, Luo Xuening looked particularly beautiful when she looked shy.

Luo Xuening looked at Long Moxun blankly, her dark eyes blinked uncomfortably, but she stretched out her hands and covered her cheeks, her cheeks were flushed and she looked a little embarrassed.

"I didn’t."

Luo Xuening's voice became higher, with a hint of coquettishness in it, which made Long Moxun laugh even more. A smile appeared on his stern face.

"Don't explain to me. It's so dark, I can't see clearly whether your face is red or black."

With just one sentence, Luo Xuening's face turned from red to black in an instant. This person was making fun of her.

Luo Xue Ning was so angry that she punched Long Mo Xun on the back with a heavy punch.

Boring man, who told you to make fun of me.

Long Moxun made a gesture, let out a cry, and grabbed Luo Xuening's hand.

He said in a light voice, somewhat nonchalantly: "Don't move, is the king injured?"

As he spoke, Luo Xuening smelled a scent of blood filling her nostrils.

The palm that had just struck out was now wet and had a strong smell of blood.

Luo Xuening's eyes narrowed: "Are you really injured?"

"Is this king deceiving you?"

Long Moxun asked back in a deep voice, and this time, Luo Xuening lost her composure.

She stood up from the bed, groping around in the dark with a bit of undisguised panic.

However, the pitch-black night was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and the fallen snow condensed in the night, which was equivalent to a blind place where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. She groped forward, and then successfully bumped into the arms of someone who suddenly stood up and moved away.

His embrace, like him, carried an aura that belonged only to him. Luo Xuening blushed again in his embrace and jumped away like a frightened little rabbit.

"You are throwing yourself into my arms?"

Long Moxun lowered his voice, but the teasing tone in his voice was clear and hit Luo Xuening's chest.

She is like many young girls who are just beginning to fall in love. Unintentional closeness will make her blush with shyness.

Luo Xuening gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes at the direction where Long Moxun was: "You were clearly not in this position just now."

Just now, before she stood up, Long Moxun was standing in front of her. Luo Xuening was very clear about this. No matter how blindly it walked, it would not be possible for it to bump into him.

However, they happened to bump into each other, just because Long Moxun moved his position on purpose.

This bad man actually dared to put the wrong name on someone else's body. It's really shameful.

Different from Luo Xue Ning's embarrassment, Long Mo Xun was indifferent. He didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about being exposed. Instead, he looked at Luo Xue Ning with interest.

"I just got up to drink tea, and you threw yourself into my arms. Why are you so nervous? I don't blame you."

"you……"

What a good trick of turning the tables! Luo Xuening was so angry that she was speechless.

She could only stare at the direction where Long Moxun might be. She could even vaguely hear the sound of Long Moxun leisurely gulping down a sip of tea. However, in the darkness, she had no way to do anything to him.

This situation really made her anxious, and this was the benefit of practicing martial arts.

Long Moxun took in all of Luo Xuening's movements, but the smile in his eyes was faint.

"What are you doing getting up?"

"Ignite."

Luo Xue Ning replied unhappily, and Long Mo Xun asked curiously: "Why are you lighting a fire?"

As he spoke, he had already lit a candle for Luo Xuening. The faint light was enough for Luo Xuening to see clearly the man in front of her.

"I'll give you some medicine."

Luo Xuening's voice was muffled, but her thoughts made Long Moxun happy. He immediately sat down with his back to Luo Xuening, showing his wounds without any hesitation.

Through the dim light, Luo Xuening only saw that Long Moxun's back was covered in blood and there was a long scar that was bleeding.

Luo Xuening frowned tightly. She didn't know how Long Moxun had managed to endure such a serious injury.

There was deep worry in her eyes, and Luo Xuening didn't know why, but she touched Long Moxun on the back.

Her fingers were cold, and the moment their skin touched, Long Moxun's body trembled. Only then did Luo Xuening react and see clearly what she was doing. A hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.

"What's wrong? Did it hurt you?"

Luo Xue Ning felt a little distressed, and her voice softened unconsciously.

Long Moxun was very satisfied with her reaction, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Luo Xue Ning, are you worried about me?"

There was a hint of teasing in his words, making it hard to tell whether he was serious or joking.

Luo Xuening's face was filled with embarrassment, and her hand, which was cleaning Long Moxun's wound, was hit.

Long Moxun cried out in pain, while Luo Xuening apologized repeatedly, looking embarrassed and guilty. She was really abnormal today.

However, Long Moxun really enjoyed Luo Xuening's abnormality because of him. In Luo Xuening's heart, he must have an unusual meaning as well.

Long Moxun has never been good at suppressing his emotions. He moved his palm slightly and directly held Luo Xuening's hand.

Luo Xue Ning was startled for a moment and shouted in confusion. Outside, Luo Xia heard the noise, knocked on the window with sleepy eyes and asked.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Long Moxun seemed to enjoy watching Luo Xuening's helpless look. Like a naughty child, he held Luo Xuening's hand tightly.

Luo Xue Ning gritted her teeth secretly, and could only suppress her anger, and shouted to Luo Xia outside: "It's okay, I just can't sleep, you go to sleep."

Luoxia didn't suspect anything and left directly, continuing to fall asleep. Long Moxun curled his lips, but his hand had not been released.

"My Lord, can you let go now?"

Long Moxun chuckled, then reluctantly let go of her hand. In his palm, there was still her remaining warmth, with a lingering color.

Seeing Luo Xuening's angry expression, Long Moxun actually didn't notice it and found it a little funny.

He said in an ambiguous tone: "My hand is also injured. Please help me bandage it."

Luo Xuening's heart sank and she responded softly. However, she became more and more uncertain in her heart. What did this man want to do?

Long Moxun saw every trace of her despair. He chuckled, feeling relieved in his heart.

He seemed to understand the deeper meaning behind Luo Xuening's rejection of him.

Long Moxun suppressed his smile and his eyes became sincere yet serious.

Falling snow?

He seems to really like her...