Li Jingmo's ears were extremely good, and he heard Zhao Lingling's vague words clearly.

Knowing that it was the movement outside that blocked the other party's way, almost without thinking, he said softly: "The thunderstorm comes and goes quickly, Miss Zhao sits for a while, but waits for the rain to stop before leaving." ”

Zhao Fuling said "um", closed the door, and turned her head to sit back.

Most of the oil lamps on the table had burned out, and the night wind that had been brought in when the door was closed hit the wick, which swayed like tongues of fire.

Zhao Fuling looked at it, raised her hand and picked it casually.

Only when the light of the fire stabilized did she lower her hand and raise her eyes to look at the other side.

The two sat opposite each other, Li Jingmo couldn't see anything, and his eyes were habitually half-down.

He was long and thin, dressed in pure white clothes. The hair that fell down was dark on the shoulders, and the black and white impact, like a static beauty painting.

Probably because the spirit is relaxed after bathing, the clothes are not as regular as in the daytime, and the neckline is quite loose.

When the chin is slightly raised, a long, flexible neck is exposed, as well as a pronounced collarbone.

Losing the sparkle in his eyes, he couldn't show more emotions, most of them were gentle and elegant in his bones.

Yes, even if you just sit upright like this and don't speak, it still gives people an affinity like a spring breeze.

A true gentleman.

Zhao Fuling relied on his inability to see, and looked at him wantonly for a long time before slowly retracting his gaze.

She withdrew her thoughts, but she didn't know that the seemingly calm person on the other side repeatedly released and tightened the hand hanging by her side.

People who practice martial arts have always been keen, and the residual sensory acuity of the blind is even more than ordinary people.

The sight on the other side of the table was too naked and direct, although I couldn't guess what kind of emotion it was, but it was like a thin silk thread, pulling and fixing Li Jingmo's whole person.

The young general, who has been strategizing for many years, did not know how to react under this kind of direct gaze for the first time.

Even, his thoughts, his demeanor, and his speech are in a dilemma in this square inch.

It wasn't until Zhao Fuling looked away that he hid the dark tide in his heart, and he was able to maintain the calm and peace on the surface.

The torrential rain crashed on the roof tiles with a stronger and more intense crackling sound.

The wind carried the raindrops and collided with the windows, making a dull noise.

Everything outside seemed messy and hurried, but inside the house was calm and peaceful.

A door completely separates the warmth inside the room from the earth-shattering outside.

The light in the room was dim, and the lights were strong and dim, which made Zhao Fuling slightly confused.

She didn't know what to say, she leaned halfway, one hand on her cheek, and her eyes looked out the window on the dark and rainy night.

After a long pause, I finally found a topic.

"Du Gongzi, is your roof sturdy?"

Zhao Fuling turned her head to look at Li Jingmo and asked with a little curiosity.

Without the previous wanton and scorching gaze, it was as ordinary as a homely conversation, which made Li Jingmo a little more relaxed for no reason.

He replied to Zhao Ling, and his voice was exceptionally soft: "It should be strong." ”

Zhao Fuling didn't let go of her heart, but told Li Jingmo about her worries: "The house of Xuanhua Hall is in disrepair, and the last time it rained, the side hall suddenly collapsed in the middle of the night. This palace looks even more dilapidated than over there......"

Her voice is soft and peaceful, and when she speaks, she seems to use her tail finger to outline some rhythmic music. and the raindrops falling rapidly under the eaves, word by word, still and moving, particularly moving.

Li Jingmo didn't speak, just listened quietly.

Zhao Fuling occasionally glanced over and saw his low eyebrows and peaceful eyes, soft and sickly lips. I always feel that this person is like an epiphany that blooms quietly in the moonlight.

Noble, cold, and with a very strong sense of indiscrepability.

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