Before I knew it, I had reached for it. "Ya * Wen * Yan * Love * First * Hair" The fire was beating with an uneasy atmosphere. I hesitated as my fingers slowly moved from his lips to the mask that covered the entire range of his eyebrows, and I couldn't decide whether to remove it or not.

My mind struggled, and I was afraid that he would suddenly wake up when I took it off, but if I didn't, my curiosity would keep haunting me, should I do it?

I struggled for a long time, and finally decided to take a gamble. I called him twice, and when he didn't respond, my fingers were slowly starting to remove his mask.

"Whew~" The roar of the middle of the night in the barren mountains and mountains would have been feared by anyone. My hands twitched, and I looked around vigilantly, but nothing out of the ordinary.

I looked back and I saw that the mask on his face had been half removed by me, and I could tell who he was by removing the rest of it.

A sense of tension and excitement that I had never felt before spread through my heart. With trembling hands, I lifted the mask from his face little by little. By the time that face was fully reflected in my eyes, I had already sat still, desperately telling myself that I must be dreaming.

His face was full of wounds cut by the branches, not deep but not shallow, and even that could not hide the handsome face that would drive all women crazy.

I leaned over and groped my hands around his face for a long time, but found no evidence of wearing a human skin mask. I think it must be the quality of this mask that is too good.

I don't believe that the person in front of me is the King of Freedom who has hurt me the most, and he has no reason or need to pretend to be like this in front of me. I carefully recalled every detail of getting along with King Xiaoyao, from our acquaintance by mistake on the street, the helpless use, the love that gradually got to know each other, and the cold words to the present, I remember every detail very clearly. I remember never mentioning my name, and I never said what I liked, and he obviously knew it.

At first, I thought he must have sent someone to investigate me, but now that I think about it, I am a modern person, why did he investigate, and what could he find? Obviously, someone must have told him about it, or that he and I had lived together.

Suddenly, I remembered that the masked man was free to enter and leave the heavily guarded palace, and everything became easier to explain. It's just that I clearly remember the scene when he appeared in front of me with the King of Joy during the day, how can this be explained? Could it be that there are two free kings in this world? I remembered the scene during the day today, and the scene when he looked at ** affectionately, and my heart began to feel irrepressible pain again.

I sat still, staring at the face that looked exactly like the One of the Easy Kings, and slowly put the mask back on his face.

I sat expressionlessly with my legs curled up, my eyes fixed on the beating firelight, and the low roar and the howling of the cold wind in my ears.

It wasn't until late the next evening that his fingers moved slightly, and he snorted softly. I sat up straight in shock, my eyes fixed on him, his eyelids opened little by little, and looked at me.

"You... You're awake. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't laugh at the mask, so I pulled the corners of my mouth as hard as I could.

"Hmm." He replied softly, which was an answer to me. I saw that he wanted to sit up, so I hurriedly reached out to pull, but instinctively retracted the moment I touched his palm.

"That—" I asked him what your relationship was with the Easy King, but when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them alive.

He glanced at me faintly, lowered his eyes, and sat up in his own strength.

A deep groan escaped from his mouth, and he frowned and moved his wrist and then his ankle, his brow furrowed even deeper.

I didn't dare to look at him, but I kept peeking at him, and my feelings were very complicated. What kind of attitude should I use towards him? Do you continue to use him as a masked man or do you think of him as the King of Escape?

Maybe it was because he saw my somewhat obscene expression, and he seemed a little unhappy.

"This seat saved your life, and that's how you did it to this seat?"

"No, I don't!" I immediately denied it, and my palms were already oozing with beads of sweat because of the nervous excitement. I looked at his pained face and said, "You... You're fine. ”

"Can't die!" He replied to me angrily and continued, "I'm hungry. I understand the meaning of this sentence, I am also hungry, but where can I find food now?

I looked around, "Master, you wait here, I'll go find something to eat." With that, he picked up his cane and stood up. Maybe it was because I was so nervous that I used too much force, and my cane snapped and broke in half. I was unsteady, and I swayed from side to side twice and fell on top of him.

I thought he would get out of the way, but he just shuddered a little and hugged me tightly to his chest. The warm body temperature reached me through the fabric, and my face turned red.

After knowing that he was exactly the same as the King of Joy, I didn't know what was wrong with me, and when I heard his voice or had intimate contact with him, my whole body became uncomfortable.

I didn't dare to look him in the eye, and struggled to sit up, but he hugged him tighter and tighter, and the warm breath sprayed on my neck, bringing a tingling trembling corn.

"Let go of me." I protested quietly, unable to muster any backbone.

"What if I don't let go of this seat." A playful tone sounded, and I looked up at those smiling eyes, and Suer realized that I had been tricked by him.

"Damn!" I gritted my teeth and kicked him hard, which shook his body violently, and the smile in his eyes was replaced by pain.

Oops, I forgot about him being a human cushion on my back, now he must have a lot of wounds on his body, why am I so careless! I complained secretly, stopped messing with him, took the hand he had put on me, rolled over, and rolled down.

"What exactly did you hurt?" Looking at his pained expression, my heart also tugged. I didn't dare to touch him, so I could only ask worriedly.

"It's fine." He replied to me with a hard hand, but I still found beads of sweat on his head, and he must have been hurt a lot.

"But..."

"You don't have to worry about me, go take a look at the terrain around you first, and come back and tell me." His tone suddenly became gentle, calming my nerves, and I nodded silently, standing up as if nothing was happening, trying to maintain a normal walking posture in front of him.