Mu Shao knelt on one knee and held Yaoyao's hand.

His temperament can be said to have no sense of existence, but it is such a person that he can become anyone.

Can be gentle.

Can be humble.

He can put his attitude very low and very low, and he can even call the master.

Yaoyao felt that this was wrong, and this was too wrong.

It's like a slave owner, and she doesn't have any special hobbies.

Yaoyao wanted to pull her hand back, and she also wanted to know if Mu Shao was acting or telling jokes?

This era...... Anyone else doing this thing?

It's not a domineering president, right, the heroine sold herself to save her father, save her mother, save her brother, save her family, and save a lot of them, and signed a husband and wife contract for the money of the domineering president, and then began to love and kill each other.

It's not a weird relationship, either.

As soon as Yaoyao's little hand made a movement to withdraw it, Mu Shao grabbed her hand tightly, and the action was even a little rude, Yaoyao had no special feeling for the pain and numbness.

Mu Shao's hands seemed to be burned.

His fingers curled up, but he was reluctant to take them back, he looked at Tong Yaoyao, in a posture of looking up, as if looking up at a god.

If you look closely, his facial features are obviously very recognizable, the face of a Western European is angular, the bridge of the nose is high, the lip color is light but the lip shape is very good-looking, the corners of the lips are straight, and he rarely smiles.

The contours of his eyes are the most beautiful, and the eye sockets are deep, and the dark eyes are more and more unfathomable.

Such people seem to have the gentleness of an ancient English aristocracy.

His eyelashes were long, long and curled, and there was a gentle and fragile look in his eyes, as if he was holding an umbrella in a rainy night, and the rain was hitting the umbrella, and he was alone in a long trench coat, looking up at the lonely night.

Gentle and fragile, but also with innate pride.

His appearance really resembles the Emperor of Armor in the Glory of Kings.

But there are no blue or green eyes of foreigners, but completely black eyes.

He seems to be powerful, but often when he looks back, or the light falls on the side of his face, he can feel a trace of confusion and fragility hidden in the bone marrow.

In particular, he was half-kneeling in front of Yaoyao in this posture at this time.

Yaoyao didn't adapt.

Xing Quan also knelt on one knee and wanted to be her knight, but Xing Quan's kind of thing was like playing, and Yaoyao naturally wouldn't be serious.

But she couldn't understand this Mu Shao.

It's only been a day since we met, and this guy almost made her lose at the beginning with excellent solo skills, and then he looked like this again.

Yaoyao stared into his eyes, trying to see something from them.

Pity.

Mu Shao's eyes were completely black, and he couldn't distinguish emotions at all......

"You're cosplaying?"

Tong Yaoyao thought about it for a long time, searched out a few possibilities from her mind, and asked Mu Shao.

Mu Shao smiled.

The corners of his straight lips, which had no ups and downs, were slightly curled, the tails of his eyes were also raised, and his face, which was originally faintly sad, showed a smile that seemed to be sad.

He seemed to have a lot of worries in his heart.

Such a smile is like bitter with sweetness.

"Well, yes, I'm cosing with an anime called Black Butler. There are a lot of deacons in it, which one do you prefer? Whichever you order, I can imitate it. ”

"As long as you like."

Someone Yaoyao knew, someone from the D·R team, or someone from another team didn't show sadness on their faces, no matter what happened.

She doesn't know how to get along with this kind of person, as if she is afraid that if she says the wrong thing, this person will be even more sad??

The first is the latest.