Chapter 687

White millet leaf stares at the back of the photo for a while. He reaches out to take out the picture. However, the next moment, the purse has been taken away by a big hand.

The owl took it, threw it on the dashboard and asked in a deep voice, "what are you looking at?"

"Nothing." The white millet leaves shook their heads.

The owl said nothing more.

Both of them didn't speak any more. The car drove quietly along the highway. Bai Suye keeps her face away from the window. The owl's face can be reflected on the window. Her fingers gently move on the window, like drawing his cold facial lines, straight nose tip and tight lips

Finally

When I realize what I'm doing, my chest suddenly becomes empty, some unspeakable pain.

This man, clearly from himself is a very close distance, but

She can touch, can wantonly, but only shadow

She restrained herself and was no longer out of control in front of him. Put your hands back, hold his clothes tightly, and lie back in the chair.

There is a kind of distance called Zhichi

There is a kind of love called restraint

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Car, all the way.

When we arrived at Mujie mountain, it was already two o'clock in the morning. The night is dark, but fortunately, the moon is round tonight, and the moon is shining like jade.

At the foot of the mountain, many cars stopped. The owl parked the car on the lawn, opened the door and went down first. White millet leaves also followed the car, the cold wind poured over her, such as waterfall long hair blowing chaos.

This is at the foot of the snow mountain. The temperature is almost more than ten degrees lower than that in the city. If the city is still late autumn, but here is the temperature of winter.

The white corn leaf just wears the skirt and the windbreaker, the body feels the temperature to be unable to bear. She glanced at the owl and handed over his suit. "Put it on."

The owl looked up and down at her without moving.

The white millet leaves were cold, but a thin shirt on the owl was even worse. The wounds on his body may not be all right now. The bullet in his chest must not have been taken out. If he has a cold again, he may have palpitations again. Seeing that he didn't move, Bai milia put on his suit by himself, "since you have made up your mind to come here, why don't you bring a cotton padded coat? It's going to freeze to death. "

"You have not been able to train since childhood, which is too cold to bear?" Instead of stopping her movement, the owl looked down at her. The night is deep, only the cool thin moonlight covers each other, two people, now so close, in front of her, are dim and graceful, very fuzzy outline. However, because the surrounding is very quiet, so, her breathing sound It's so clear

Even

As if I could hear her heartbeat

"Those are children, and I haven't done cold training for several years. What's more... " White millet leaves subconsciously raised his head, did not expect, and he staring at their own line of sight, on a positive. Heart, jump several times, to say words, all of a sudden stuck in the brain, some can not return to God.

"What more?" Asked the owl.

Her hand, slipping off his shoulder, pulled her lip. "Besides, I'm not young now, and chills are normal."

The moment the hand slipped down his shoulder, the owl suddenly reached out and took her hand. Her tiny Zheng, two people's palms, are very cold. Her slender fingers curled up in the palm of his hand, knowing it was not possible, but she was reluctant to take it back.

Finally

After a heavy look at her, the owl pulled her to the back carriage. The trunk opened and there was a thin blanket inside.

"Put it on." The owl threw her the blanket.

She couldn't laugh or cry, "be a cloak?"

"Otherwise, it will be frozen up like this?"

"It's really ugly."

"I decided to come here temporarily, so I didn't prepare anything." The owl looked at her, "put it on. No matter how ugly it is, it's night. No one can see it. "

The white millet leaves wrapped themselves in a thin blanket. He just said it was a temporary decision Bai milia couldn't help thinking, where is the purpose of his temporary decision?

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In the evening, wearing a skirt and high-heeled shoes to climb the mountain, Bai milia felt that he must be crazy.

So, less than 200 steps, her feet have softened.

"Owl, I'm not going. Climbing in high heels is torture."

The owl looked back at her. Her good-looking brow gently frowned, in the moonlight, her eyes were staring at him accusing. She was much more impatient than he thought. He had thought that this stubborn woman would show weakness in front of him only if she had to endure hundreds of steps.

But

He has been waiting for her to show weakness.

Turn around and lift her from the ground. Her heart beat faster and looked up at him, "Owl..."

"Much weaker than I thought." The owl walked steadily up the mountain, and did not let her off. "The heroine of s country is your physical strength and endurance?"Cool words!

"You guys don't wear high heels. I don't know what kind of killer it is."

"We men are not stupid enough to wear a torture thing every day to look good." The owl is always expressionless. Looking down at her, "hold my neck, or I will not be responsible for falling down."

After a deep look at him, he slowly reached out and put his arms around his neck.

She lay in his arms. Wind, still blowing in the ear, some cold, she subconsciously put his cold face to his chest paste.

It was obvious that he was stiff and upright.

Across the shirt, she seemed to be able to hear the heart beating in his chest, strong and powerful.

The owl's breathing is a little heavier.

The breath of the white corn leaves was also disordered.

Two people, walking slowly up the mountain.

"Owl..." White millet leaves curled up in his chest to call him.

"Well."

"You That bullet, have you taken it out? "

“…… No

"When are you going to take it out?"

"When you don't want to live, go and take it out."

He said that the cloud light breeze, white millet leaf hears but the heart is throbbing pain. She did not speak, but her hands around his neck tightened a lot. It seems that as long as you hold him like this, he won't die, and he will never be ok

"I'm afraid I'll die if I'm held so tightly?"

Asked the owl.

"Yes, I'm afraid of your death Owl, I never thought about it

"Is it?" The owl gave a low smile, but the laughter was cool, without a trace of temperature. He didn't look at her. He just looked at the front from a distance. "You never wanted to kill me, but ten years ago, you took away a lot of things that are more important than my life..."

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