The distance between Xiao Ziyu and Ling Luo has never been so close, the grass on his body is so rich and fragrant, it is a refreshing spleen that even the flowers that bloom in an instant cannot be compared, making Ling Luo feel as relieved and warm as if he is in Gu Xi's arms.

Seeing Ling Luo obediently close his eyes, his body that had been tense finally relaxed, Xiao Ziyu's gaze couldn't help but soften into a piece of spring water.

Xiao Ziyu knew that Ling Luo was missing Gu Xi in his heart, and he was secretly happy in his distress and guilt, because he knew that she still loved him deeply, even if Gu Xi had passed away, she still couldn't let go of that relationship that was not earth-shattering, but unforgettable.

If anyone saw such a scene now, they would be so surprised that they would faint on the spot, and it was something that people could never have dreamed of when the two opposing sides of the battlefield were snuggling up to each other in the middle of the night, but it was so real.

"You're going to call me 'Little Lolo'?" Ling Luo had hesitated in her heart for a long time to ask whether to ask, but at this moment, she suddenly didn't want to have anything to worry about, she just wanted to know what the meaning of these three words that took root in her heart like seeds meant by them.

Whether Xiao Ziyu wanted to deceive her, or what kind of conspiracy and trickery he had, Ling Luo wanted to find out that he would know the name "Little Luoluo".

After being silent for a long time, Xiao Ziyu finally spoke slowly, and the movements in his hand continued to caress Ling Luo's long hair after a pause, but it became more slow and gentle, "When I was in Jinyu, I once saw another man call you like this, so I couldn't help blurting out in a hurry. ”

Xiao Ziyu's fluttering words reminded Ling Luo of the good memories he had between him and Gu Xi when he was in Jinyu, and the scenes of memories seemed to have a halo, magnificent and bright, but they couldn't be touched, and even as long as he thought about it, his heart seemed to be pierced by a dense needle.

After calming down, Ling Luo finally opened her eyes, no longer indulging in the past scenes and memories, she looked at the silver mask on Xiao Ziyu's face, and her voice seemed to be ethereal and ethereal from the edge of the sky, "What is the reason why you have taken such great pains to hide your face?" ”

This question was not originally asked to Xiao Ziyu, it was more like Ling Luo's own heart, so before he could answer, Ling Luo reached out and tore off the mask on Xiao Ziyu's face first.

When the mask fell off, Ling Luo could clearly hear the sound of her own heartbeat, as if it was thundering in a summer night, so uncontrollable, so excited and cheering, how she wished that the face hidden under the mask was the face that she had in mind.

Xiao Ziyu had never shown his true face in front of outsiders, and he never thought that Ling Luo would actually use questions to drag his mind and take the opportunity to take off his mask, so he didn't even have a little defense, he only felt a chill hit his cheeks, and his whole face was already exposed to the moonlight.

How do you describe this face?

It is an astonishing beauty that cannot be described in any words, yes, it is beauty, not the gentle and graceful beauty of a woman, but the clear and handsome and stunning posture that belongs to a man.