A trace of doubt flashed in Mo Yan's blue eyes, and then he returned to his clear color.

I still remember that Kite once said to herself that what she likes most is to be able to lean on his beast, such warmth makes her greedy and makes her reluctant.

He smiled wryly, then took on a human form. What used to be her favorite thing doesn't care anymore.

He had never been so flustered as he was now, and even when the tribe was in crisis, he was calm and calm, leading the tribe to defeat the invaders.

Now in order to keep the kite's heart, he has almost exhausted all methods. Even so, he couldn't remember what was going on with him.

When did he start, he was also afraid of losing the support in his heart, and coveted the warmth that he hadn't gotten for a long time.

Seeing Mo Yan's somewhat lost soul, Snow Kite felt a little uncomfortable.

She suddenly felt that she should be nicer to the man. Although she doesn't like him that much now, who can say for sure what will happen in the future.

She carefully wrapped her arms around Mo Yan gently, and the warm touch came, and he regained some of his senses.

He looked at the girl's hand, the slender fingers, white and soft. I haven't seen her for many years, but the hands of the kite are even more beautiful.

He gently took her hand, stretched out his long arms again, and took the girl in his arms.

The skin is close to each other, and the snow kite's face is a little hot, and there are some thoughts about breaking free.

But she didn't do it after all, and since the woman had entrusted him to herself, she always had to do her best to take care of him.

She didn't know how much warmth she could give him, but at this moment, she still tried her best to respond to the man, so that his tense heart gradually relaxed.

Mo Yan glanced at it lightly and saw the unnatural look of the person in his arms.

Her kite, still so kind, always wants to give him the best.

When they first met, he fell in love with her, and took her back to his cave domineering and strongly.

At that time, the kite was also like this, although she resisted her a little in her heart, she did not push away.

Kite fell in love with him after all, but the happiness of the year is now gone with time after all.

After sighing in his heart, he let go of the person in his arms slightly.

Since Kite had forgotten, he didn't mind being nice to her. Someday, the kite will think of him.

"Kite, don't leave me again, I'll be good to you."

Before she could reply, the man's deep, magnetic voice came again.

"Even if you forget me, it doesn't matter, I always remember."

She looked up at the man, his expression was serious, the words he said were heartwarming, his eyes were gentle, and he promised her and reassured her.

In her heart, after all, there is a trace of guilt, she is not a kite, but she gets his favor.

She didn't know how to explain it, and she didn't want to explain it, for fear of breaking the man's heart.

That look of pain shouldn't have been on his face.

Even if she doesn't love him, she will always be with him. Just treat yourself as the most important person to him, and give him warmth and response.

After not hearing the answer of the girl in his arms for a long time, the warmth in Mo Yan's heart slowly cooled.

Now the kite, I'm afraid I don't want to be with him anymore.

She still blamed him after all, he didn't complain, only regretted that he didn't protect her well in the first place.

When he slowly lowered the person in his arms and got up to leave, a pair of small hands grabbed her, hard and eager.

"Okay, I'll try to fall in love with you, I can't give you more promises, but I'll be there for you."

"If you're in love with someone else, I won't stop you."

The man's footsteps stopped, and his breathing became heavy. His kite, believing in her so much.

The man turned, his thin lips dropping a kiss on her forehead, and she closed her eyes and made no sound.

"No, I won't love anyone else in this life, my heart has been stolen by you, so don't give it back."

Listening to the man's infatuated words, her face was dyed a little pink. This snow wolf is damn sultry.

The two of them were immersed in an ambiguous atmosphere, not noticing the little milk bag holding the barbecue and covering their mouths and smiling at the mouth of the stone cave.

It wasn't until a shallow laugh came that the two came back to their senses.

"Mother, freshly roasted meat, for you to eat."

Looking at the sincerity of the little milk bag, she nodded, took a slice of roast meat and put it in her mouth.

After just one bite, her face changed. The meat was tasteless and a little hard, and she seemed to be a little reluctant to eat it.

Until her stomach rang again, she didn't care so much, took the barbecue, and ate it quickly.

A plate of roast meat was generous, until he was full, and there was a lot left. Such an idle little milk bag looked at her suspiciously, a little strange, when did the amount of food change for her mother.

Mo Yan watched her eat from the side, and noticed the unnaturalness of her expression. Maybe the kite doesn't really want to eat.

It seems that she doesn't like this meat very much, and the next time he hunts, he can get two stupid rabbits back.

The stupid rabbit meat is tender and tastes good, although it is difficult to write, but for the sake of the kite, he would rather spend more time.

"Yun'er, you take your mother out for a walk, I still have something to do, so I'll go out first."

Until the man came out of the stone cave, she breathed a sigh of relief. If he had been there, she wouldn't know how to get along with him.

If he knew that he was not a kite, would he be sad or angry, she didn't dare to think about it, and she was even more afraid that there would really be such a day.

In this strange world, he is helpless, and this man can be regarded as his only concern.

"Mother, mother, mother......"

The immature voice came, which made her come back to her senses slightly, and she couldn't help but smile when she saw the little milk bag holding her hand and the slightly upturned little mouth.

The little milk bag took her to the entrance of the stone cave and looked at the height, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the little milk bag spread its wings and changed into a beast shape. She lay on the back of the little milk bag, blowing the floating wind, and her heart was a lot calmer.

The little milk bag looked at the mother who was enjoying it, and she was also happy in her heart. He is no longer the little cub who cried his nose back then, and now he can also protect his mother.

Just like my father said, orcs are born with great strength and heavy responsibility, and females are petite and weak, and they are naturally petted in the palm of their hands.

Mo Yun was talking to her while flying, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and occasionally skipped the birds, which was very pleasant.

From Mo Yun's mouth, she knew that she was now in the Snow Wolf Tribe. The man who took care of himself became the patriarch of the tribe a few years ago, young and promising, and was the patron saint of the tribe.

In the war more than ten years ago, she was killed in it, and the man's father was also seriously injured, and it didn't take long to give her the position of patriarch.

From the words of the little milk bag, she heard a little sadness, and occasionally looked, she could see the tears on the face of the little milk bag that did not fade.

She didn't know how to comfort her, she could only let the little milk bag cry, for the father and son, she was a pain in her memory after all.

Maybe she will leave one day, but the current situation makes her hesitant heart become firm.

They gave her a warm arm, and she should always give something in return.

She is not a kind person, a heart that will always be warmed. Even if you don't love, you can rely on each other.

"Go back, Yun'a, I see you're tired too."

She touched the head of the little milk bag, which made the heavy heart of the little milk bag come alive again.

Back in the cave, the little milk bag rubbed her eyes. After all, it's still a teenage cub, and it's just a child who can't grow up.

She sat down on the straw mat and watched the little milk bag lie down, patting him gently and coaxing him to sleep for a while.

The sound of the little snorting came and grabbed her hand.

His mother's hands were warm and comfortable, and he was afraid that as soon as he opened his eyes, his mother would leave.

Until the little milk bag fell asleep, she also lay down next to her, and after a day of tossing, she was also a little sleepy.

When Mo Yan came back, what he saw was a warm scene. In the small cave there were his females and their children.

For more than ten years, he has lived a chaotic life, guarding this place where he was born and raised.

The responsibility on his shoulders made him unable to calm down on the fading feelings, and what he thought he had come out of was just a lie to comfort himself.

When I saw her again, the love that had been suppressed for many years seemed to be no longer hidden.

Although he knew that the kite was gone. People who have been married have each other's marks on their wrists.

But her body is so clean that she can't see anything.

The kite is a pain in his heart, and after so many years, it's time to let go. Maybe the person in front of you is a new beginning for yourself.

Thinking like this, he felt a lot more comfortable, took the stupid rabbit and porcupine he called today, and went to barbecue.