"Wormwood!"

Leng Nuan, who had never opened her mouth, cried out, and her eyes were very cold, because joy seemed to be full of stars. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info cold and warm hands and a bit of oriental characteristics, small bones, she pointed to the beach when there is an indescribable slenderness.

Ning Zixing gasped slightly, and he didn't know how long it had been, they slowly rose from the dark and boundless deep sea, the darkness outside the passage began to become lighter and lighter and bluer, and finally the circle of light caused by the waves flooded above their heads. After calming down the fatigue a little, Ning Zixing looked at the hand that was a little transparent and white:

On the shore of the beach there were unknown grasses that were beaten by the waves that were greedily pushed forward from time to time, and the small clumps of grass did not look very fresh, and the stems were connected to each other one by one, and there were many blackened whiskers at the joints.

This kind of grass seems to be very common, and it can even be seen next to the artificial lake downstairs of Ning Zixing's house. Whenever he goes for a walk, he can see the shadow of this plant stretched by the setting sun, very long.

"This is wormwood?!"

The food that can make the royal family think about it should be taller, but how listless the aquatic plants are through the faint water waves.

"Uh-huh."

There was indescribable joy in her cold and warm tone, although she was habitually paralyzed, Ning Zixing felt that she was already jumping up like a deer.

The cold and warm fluttered and jumped out of the water, and the perfect and smooth curves were amazingly beautiful.

With a soft sigh from Leng Nuan, Ning Zixing also quickly showed his head, and as soon as he saw outside, Ning Zixing understood why Leng Nuan called out.

It was early winter, and tiny particles of snow fell from the gloomy lead-colored sky. The snow seed hit the collarbone exposed to the water, and the indescribable coolness instantly spread in her body, and the cold and warm shivered excitedly, and then laughed out loud.

"It's beautiful."

She wrote a note to Ning Zixing to read.

Her note was waterproof, and after Ning Zixing finished reading it, she folded a small boat and put it on the sea.

The little seeds of snow fell so densely that they added a little bit of whiteness to everything they saw. The boat was staggered by the snowseeds, but it still swayed along with the waves. Leng Nuan watched it leave, then gently waved goodbye.

The back image of the boat and Leng Nuan was an impressionist painting, which generally remained in Ning Zixing's eyes, and he found that a cold girl like Leng Nuan was so lonely that she couldn't talk.

Ning Zixing took out a knife with his backhand and walked towards the beach, and the sound of him slapping his body on the water attracted Leng Nuan's attention. Leng Nuan hurriedly caught up and quickly wrote a note:

"Where are you going?"

"Help you pick wormwood."

"No, no," Leng Nuan rushed ahead of him, "I'll just come by myself." ”

There was a long list of footprints on the beach, and the cold and warm pulled hard, but the seemingly soft wormwood did not move at all. Leng Nuan secretly glanced at her hand, blue blood surging together through her skin, and she felt a slight pain.

Leng Nuan bit her lip and then exerted her strength and refused to let go, but after the grass straightened, it became more and more tough, but her face was faintly white. Blue blood seeped out from between his hands and the grass, and Ning Zixing saw it, drop by drop.

"I'm here."

Ning Zixing led her to the side and cut it off quickly and smoothly with a knife.

"This plant will grow so tough that it can't be pulled off by your hands."

As he spoke, he handed over a tissue. (To be continued.) )