This is an extremely gentle confession, as if it was blown away by the wind, Bai Moyin's hand holding the wine glass paused instantly, her eyes fell on her face, and the silent pupils revealed an indistinguishable emotion, which was clearly extinguished, and it seemed that the lights were about to be extinguished, it was really difficult to guess. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info After a moment, she saw him laughing, and the smile spread to the corners of his eyes, with a little helplessness: "Miss Cen, you are drunk again." ”

Just like that night in Xiangyang, she held his hand in a daze, unwilling to let go, and it must have been after being a little drunk. On weekdays, when she is sober, she is always cautious and does not dare to be so bold. However, he ignores the ignorant and reckless heart of a young girl, which can be fragile, or firm, shy, or very brave. For a girl, sometimes, the deep and immeasurable emotion in her heart is everything to her.

Once it is determined, it is like a moth to a fire, without hesitation.

"I didn't ......" Cen Kexuan shook his head in denial, his eyelashes trembled slightly like cicada wings, "I remember, you promised that day and called me Kexuan." She looked deeply into his eyes, their originally bright eyes with a moist misty meaning, "I remember it clearly, but do you remember it?" ”

Suddenly, he stopped talking.

"You don't remember." Cen Kexuan stood up with his hands on the edge of the table, "You don't remember anymore." She shook her head, said to herself, and replied to herself, with a hint of loss in her tone. Xiao Er at the storefront poked his head out and looked at them secretly, but he didn't dare to say anything, only to see the little girl stumbling to her feet, trying to express something, but her unsteady body and vague consciousness hid the words she was about to say in the moonlight.

The white-clothed man had no choice but to get up, go around the table to support her, and tentatively called "Kexuan", but the smell of alcohol and some bad physical condition on Cen Kexuan's body made him frown invisibly, "Why is it so badly injured?" He whispered, then grabbed her wrist a little bit, and put it on her pulse slightly, "Let's go back to Banjianglou first, there are a lot of ......wound medicine in Jinyue" His face was not good-looking, but his tone was as gentle as possible.

Cen Kexuan shook his head and dragged his body to leave, "I'm not going." There was a hint of stubbornness in his tone.

"Declarable ......"

"I don't want to go there." She muttered and said again, "I don't want to go there." Bai Moyin didn't argue with her, but just said according to her: "Then let's go back to Biliuyuan, okay?" She still shook her head stubbornly, unwilling to move her footsteps, and grabbed him by the sleeve to prevent him from leaving. I don't want to go anywhere, and you don't want to go......" She pulled him, her eyes blurred, her body screaming in pain, but her brain knew what she was doing.

She didn't want to go anywhere, she just wanted to stay here and let him accompany her.

Bai Moyin was silent for a moment, turned his head to look at the counter, the shopkeeper was startled, quickly retracted his head, and swept the cabinet with a feather duster, looking attentive. He sighed lightly, feeling that it was better to go back as soon as possible in her current condition, after all, there was not even a decent amount of medicine outside. At this moment, Cen Kexuan was already a little unsteady on his feet, he leaned sideways and hugged her slightly, and said in a low voice: "The wind is cool at night, which is not good for your body." As he spoke, he reached out and touched her forehead slightly, only to realize that her forehead was hot and a little sweat was dripping.

"Why is it so hot......" he whispered.

Cen Kexuan was originally leaning on him, but when he heard this, he raised his head, feeling that the hand on her forehead was cold at first, and then a little warm the next moment. She stared at him blankly, vaguely seeing him staring at her with some concern, and for a moment, her chest was screaming and clamouring so fiercely, that there was nowhere to vent. "You don't know anything." She was suddenly infinitely aggrieved, "You don't understand my heart at all. She has clearly shown that she is so obvious, but the other party has never regarded her as an ignorant little girl, no matter what she does, he has a conniving and shallow smile, but it is this gentleness that makes her fall deeper and deeper.

Bai Moyin had no choice but to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead little by little, "I don't understand, then after we go back, you can tell me slowly." His voice was as cool as the night breeze, and she looked so embarrassed that he couldn't smile at all. However, Cen Kexuan looked at him in a daze, only to see the stars falling into his eyes, which actually dispelled the emptiness and coldness of the weekdays, and gave birth to some dazzling brilliance.

He had always been cold, and there could be no such brilliance in his eyes, and she knew that it was just an illusion reflected in the starlight. But it still made her heart pound. The eyes that used to be like a cold pool, and the cold and lonely face, are now covered with a faint layer of moonlight, becoming bright and bright, which reminds her of the bright moon hanging above the nine heavens. However, no matter the bright starry sky, the moon hanging high, the osmanthus hanging low, and the catkins fluttering, all of these things are inferior to him in her eyes.

These are not as good as him, and her heart trembles.

"Why am you not the one I want to marry......," she whispered suddenly, slowly pulling down the hand he had attached to her forehead, and the next moment, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips. The night is enchanting, charming and sultry, the lights are flickering, just like her mood at the moment, the tavern, the shopkeeper, the soft catkins, the osmanthus trees, everything fades in her eyes. Only the cold touch on her lips revealed a little bit of warmth, which made her confused, and every touch on her body suddenly became extremely sensitive.

Unexpectedly, as if expected, it was not pushed away. Bai Moyin seemed to stiffen slightly for a moment due to surprise, but in the end, she was very gentle, reaching out to hug her crumbling body, and her hand gradually slipped down, around his shoulder, and around his neck. She didn't dare to look at his expression and eyes, but cautiously tried to kiss him, jerky and nervous, scared and expectant, her eyelashes trembling like fallen leaves in the wind.

When I opened my eyes slightly, I saw a few strands of his hair hanging down to my shoulders because I was too close, and some tears overflowed from the corners of my eyes unconsciously. Everything was so unreal, she was afraid, she was apprehensive, she was obsessed, she was crazy, she was anxious not knowing how to convey this feeling to him, and she was afraid of the changes he would face when he found out.

The heart of falling in love with someone is so fragile and soft and fragile. Bai Moyin suddenly couldn't bear to push her away like this, only after a short kiss, she stepped back a little, and saw a little tear on her crimson cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" He touched the tears in the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, caressing her rosy face.

Cen Kexuan shook his head, avoided his gaze, gently pressed his lips to his ear, and said vaguely: "It hurts......" He hugged her crumbling waist, turned his face slightly and asked, "Where does it hurt?" What fell in his eyes was her smooth and soft side face and slightly trembling eyelashes. He couldn't see her face clearly, he could only feel her hand grasping the hem of his clothes tighter and tighter, and her whispered like a self-muttering echoed over and over again in the night: "It hurts...... It hurts......"

He asked her again what was uncomfortable, but he still couldn't get a response from her, only to hear her say the pain over and over again, her voice was full of suppressed pain, and gradually felt a little wet on her shoulder, as if it were her tears. He grabbed her shoulders and wanted to pull away to look at her, but Cen Kexuan hung tightly on him and refused to let go, just leaning on his ear and whispering repeatedly, but the words he said were indistinct. After a long while, she finally crooked, fell limply into his arms, and fainted.

The bright moon was in the sky, quiet as an orchid, Bai Moyin covered her hand, felt her slightly hot body temperature, her eyes gradually became dark and dark, the night wind blew his long black hair, and the green silk of the woman in his arms was intertwined, ambiguous and cold.

It's night, and the waning moon is like a hook.