C256 (2/2)

He lifted his head, and she smiled at him in the scorching sun. He lowered his head, and she ran on the ground. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, and her white skirt fluttered as her gentle eyes caught his breath.

”Xiao Yan, let me hug you a little more, okay? ”Just once.”

The words and the strong emotion were spoken word by word.

Xiao Menghan did not dare to look into his eyes. She was his woman, the goddess he could look up to, the wife he could coexist with, her every frown and smile leading to his sadness and joy.

Mo Xiaoxiao did not reply well or not, because her body was tightly wrapped in his embrace, so tightly that there was not even a crack. Her heart beat, one after another, according to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Everything from the past became a distant tune. She was entangled with his life, and her body no longer had the strength to leave it.

The scorching sun was rising high in the sky, and as he closed his eyes, he was fully focused on feeling the sorrow and joy in his body. It seemed that they had parted not long ago, and yet, it was as if they had experienced two cycles of reincarnation.

She passively endured his unease and scorching feelings as she silently asked herself: ”This man, are you sure you're him?” Silent Xiao Ran, a man who would never leave in his entire life?

As her body was released, a feeling of unfamiliarity and loneliness seized at her heart. She looked at the man who was slightly away from her.

For a moment, he thought he was going to push her down to the ground.

Now, watching as he gently smoothed her hair and then whistled for the Tibetan mastiff to bring her clothes over, he quietly helped her put them on.

Mo Xiaoxiao was a bit disappointed. She was a bit conflicted, he was willing to let her go just like that.

Just a moment ago, she really thought that Xiao Meng Han would press herself down to the ground and destroy her bones, but in the end, he personally dressed her in a gentleman's attire.

Jing Xiaoxiao was blushing. ”I can do it myself.”

If he said that, he didn't get the initiative to wear clothes.

Xiao Meng Han's slender fingers avoided her small hands and continued to busy herself with his welfare. Even her pants, his fingers moved across every part of her body, her serious expression made Mo Xiaoxiao want to speak up a few times, but she couldn't differentiate between his actions and his expression.

After Xiao Meng Han finished dressing, his waist was still wrapped around one of her outfits, and his callused hands held hers tightly. His gaze swept across her flushed little face, and he said with a hoarse voice, ”Follow me.”

Mo Xiaoxiao could not say no, because the man who was pulling her had already started to walk.

Moreover, his hand strength was quite strong, so it wouldn't hurt her, nor would he let her reject him.

His body trembled slightly. Her palm felt that his pinky was writing something in his palm. Right now, his mind was in a mess, so he couldn't even tell what it was.

The Tibetan mastiffs watched as Xiao Meng Han led her into the depths of the forest. They lazily raised their heads to take a look, before lowering their heads to rest.

The Tibetan Mastiff, who was on duty, was walking back and forth periodically, occasionally raising its head and glancing in the direction of the cave entrance.

”Son, you'll be hungry.” For the first time, she discovered that the lines of Xiao Meng Han's body were flowing smoothly, giving off a kind of artistic beauty. An idea suddenly appeared in her mind: if he were to become a mannequin in the future, he would definitely be able to provide for his family, so she wouldn't starve to death.

Xiao Meng Han's steps paused for a moment before she continued forward. Her empty hand continued to tear apart some of the branches, preventing her from walking more smoothly. Hearing his words, he replied without turning his head, ”He needs to grow up.”

What does starvation have to do with growing up? Jing Xiaoxiao was confused, how could she grow up when she was hungry?