The Male Protagonist and the Villain Are Both My Cubs

CHAPTER 135: DISLIKE

It was a starry night, but there was snow in the sky.

The luminescent star snow slowly fell in the air, like white cherry blossoms, and like the soft fluff of a little fox, going down by gravity, reflecting in the dim lights of Wanjia tent .

Ling Zixi was held by Bai Moheng from behind, she felt that her back was very warm, a little warmth slowly came from her back, through the vest all the way to her chest, warming her whole body.

Bai Moheng's temperament is very cold, and his body is still very warm.

Ling Zixi thought inexplicably.

Snowflakes fluttered, and the surrounding air became a little cooler.

Ling Zixi moved slightly: "It's snowing... go back."

Bai Moheng did not let go of Ling Zixi, and buried his head in Ling Zixi's shoulder, like a wounded dog.

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"En." After a long while, Bai Moheng finally let go of Ling Zixi and answered in a low voice.

Ling Zixi's hand was lightly on Bai Moheng's arm, the scar on the arm with the edge of the whip was bleeding, staining Ling Zixi's fingers red.

Ling Zixi was shocked and let go of Bai Moheng's arm, looking at the blood on his fingers, his hand trembled slightly, but Ling Zixi immediately covered it up: "Quick, let's go Bar!"

"Okay." Under the night, Bai Moheng's obsidian-like star eyes were as gentle as water, "You have to... take care of yourself."

"This, this... Don't worry about it." Ling Zixi pushed Bai Moheng out, a little anxious.

It's snowing heavily and it's getting colder.

Bai Moheng looked at Ling Zixi for a while, as if to imprint Ling Zixi's current appearance in his heart. Then, turned around and strode away.

At the moment when Bai Moheng turned around, Ling Zixi saw the **** scars on Bai Moheng's back.

Bai Moheng was wearing a Taoist robe, and the blood came out through the Taoist robe, showing the extent of the injury, and Uncle Bai Shen didn't hold back at all.

"Daddy." Bai Xiaoli and Bai Xiaozhi supported Ling Zixi from left to right, father and son looked at Bai Moheng's retreating back with complicated eyes.

The tall man in white seemed to merge with Xue Ye, and snowflakes fell on his blood-stained white clothes, adding a strange color. Even though he was seriously injured, the man's back was still straight and his steps were steady, like the green pines on the alpine snow field.

"Daddy, go back to the house." The two sons said.

"Okay." Ling Zixi held a son's hand in one hand and returned to the tent with them.

Ling Yang sighed inwardly as he watched his son come back.

It seems that Xi'er still can't let go.

Ling Yang didn't say much, just pointed to the prepared meal: "Xi'er, have a good rest after eating."

Ling Zixi's heart warmed, and she really cared about her father the most.