Tears had blurred her eyes, she looked up at him from the mist, his eyes were full of nervousness and worry, he liked her, otherwise why would he kiss her?

She shook her head, "Nothing. ”

He cupped her face and wiped away the tears with his fingers, "Scared? ”

Yi Xuehan was slightly stunned and looked into his eyes.

Yes, she was a little scared, afraid that she would like him, afraid that she would fall in love, afraid that she would get hurt, afraid that he was not because he liked her, but just because he wanted to take advantage of her.

And so on, she was afraid.

Also, they had only met three times, and the speed seemed to be a little too fast, which was too inconsistent with her slow-burning personality.

Xiao Mo smiled slightly, "Does it still hurt now?" ”

He was referring to her burns.

Yi Xuehan shook his head, and then suddenly came back to his senses, then remembered something, turned around and opened his mouth in the mirror in a daze, so strange, why is it not red, not even the blister.

How did he do it?

Breathing staggered in the quiet hallway for a few seconds, and she slowly turned to look at him, her eyes full of wonder and panic.

Xiao Mo has been on Earth for five hundred years, and he is no longer unfamiliar with this kind of look.

At this moment, he seemed to fall back to reality from the colorful clouds without warning, and he finally regained his senses, and his boiling blood cooled down.

"Human saliva itself has the effect of relieving pain and reducing swelling."

Yi Xuehan was stunned, is that so?

Wait, what does his suddenly cold eyes mean, did he just want to treat her burns before kissing her? Not because you like her?

But what was the matter with her heart, and what was the feeling of peace of mind just now, was she just because of this kiss of his?

A sense of humiliation suddenly hit her heart, she was so close to a man for the first time in her life, but in the end, she became the object of teasing.

It seems that she is still too simple.

Looking at her dim eyes, Xiao Mo's heart ached for no reason, feeling like he had done something wrong, and he wanted to explain in a panic, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

What did he want to explain, did he say that he was here to treat her injuries, that he couldn't control it?

The two men looked at each other quietly, neither of them speaking for a while, but each with a sad heart.

At this moment, the door of the corridor was vigorously pushed open, and someone walked in, probably in a hurry, and the door closed and closed, bringing a gust of wind, which ruffled a few strands of her hair, and gently stroked his face.

Xiao Mo smelled the fragrance of her hair almost fondly, feeling its smoothness, but when the hair fell, his body suddenly stiffened, and a trace of pain appeared in his eyes.

The lungs seemed to be suddenly tightly gripped, squeezing out the gas inside, and the air outside had little room to get into, and for a while there was more out, less in, and the pain of suffocation in the chest.

Yi Xuehan didn't want to look at him any more, turned around, said "Just act as if nothing happened just now", and then left.

Xiao Mo clutched his chest, trying his best to breathe in the rare oxygen, only the sound of his heavy breathing was left in the closed corridor, his face was already pale, and he slowly fell down.

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