The Jinyang Domain is dead silent.

There are huge rocks scattered everywhere, standing in a row, like nameless tombstones.

Jiang Ling and Bai Bing curled up under the pile of huge rocks, almost facing each other, hugging each other with their shoulders facing each other, their faces pale.

After being stunned for a long time in the silence, Jiang Ling realized that the crisis was temporarily relieved. When she came to her senses, she found that her hand was still holding Bai Bing's back. She hurriedly withdrew her hand and shrank back.

However, the space of Ruyi Bag was small and surrounded by stones. Jiang Ling moved a little and felt a hard place on his back. He immediately did not dare to move again and continued to shrink honestly.

Another suffocating silence.

Jiang Ling swallowed in embarrassment, and raised her eyes and met Bai Bing's quiet sleeping face.

The fluorescent and cold light was emitted in the Ruyi bag, and the light was soft, as if it was like the moonlight on earth. The outline of the white ice knife carved with stones, the closed eyes, the slender eyelashes, the perky nose bridge, the tightly pursed mouth, and the remaining blood on the face were all included in Jiang Ling's eyes.

A gentleman has an unparalleled face, like gold, tin, and a jade. It is the deceased gods and the pearls of the world.

A mortal could no longer look away when he looked at him. At this moment, Jiang Ling was only an inch away from him, and his mind was stagnant by this glance. He couldn't help but hold his breath, making his face turn red, and then he breathed out with great difficulty. After this tossing, a thin layer of sweat broke out.

Bai Bing was still asleep quietly, with a sense of distantness that could be viewed from afar and not played with.

Jiang Ling had to close his eyes. When the heat in his face was not so obvious, he carefully opened his eyes again, looked at his face, and called out softly: "Bai-Bing? Bai Bing?"

She stretched out her index finger and touched his shoulder, but he didn't move.

Jiang Ling was anxious, and his index finger trembled under his nose. He felt a tiny air flowing through the back of his fingers, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He is still alive.

He is still alive, it's so good.

Jiang Ling suddenly felt a great satisfaction in her heart, her eyes felt sore and she almost burst into tears, but Bai Bing's face was close to her. She felt that tears were blasphemy to him. She endured it and endured it, and barely held back her tears.

After a while, she remembered that there was blood stain on Bai Bing's face, so she tore off the corner of her clean clothes and gently wiped it.

Her movements were so gentle, cautious, and her expression was so pious. Just looking at her, you wouldn't guess that she was just helping Bai Bing wipe her face.

She wiped his face one after another, praying in her heart over and over again, Bai Bing, you should get better soon!

Perhaps it was because God heard her sincere prayer that Bai Bing's eyelashes suddenly trembled, and a light and short moan came out of his throat, which scared Jiang Ling to the point of action and immediately pulled back his hand.

Bai Bing slowly opened his eyes, staring at Jiang Ling with a pair of crystal clear eyes. Jiang Ling's breathing was lost by him, but he suddenly felt his expression loosened again, and the dark pupils fell back into his pupils, and a calm gaze met Jiang Ling's face.

His lips opened slightly, frowned, and said, "Are you okay?"

They were only an inch away, and they all heard each other's breathing sounds. When Bai Bing said this, Jiang Ling could even feel the vibration in his chest and was stunned.

Seeing Jiang Ling's reaction, Bai Bing raised his eyebrows and actually smiled faintly. I don't know if it was really funny or some other reason, but in short, he just laughed. Jiang Ling's breath that he finally got back was lost again, and he turned red again.

Bai Bing put away his smile, his eyebrows jumped, and then frowned gently, as if he was enduring the pain. Jiang Ling hurriedly asked, "Your wound..."

Bai Bing closed her eyes and stopped her words: "It's okay, you'll be fine if you adjust your breath for a while."

Jiang Ling had no choice but to stop her mouth and let the embarrassing silence spread between the two.

I don’t know how long it took, Bai Bing finally opened his eyes again, his face finally faded from his sickly paleness, his eyes fell calmly on Jiang Ling’s face, and he asked, “Why are you caught here?”

Jiang Ling blinked her eyes, lowered her eyes at a loss for a while, then slowly grabbed the rational tail, found the topic, but did not dare to look directly at his face, and said with her eyes lowered: "I was going to the countryside with Liu Huizhu. Liu Huizhu is the daughter of boss Liu of Chunlai Inn. We met Sun Hu there, and Sun Hu said..."

Jiang Ling narrated it in a mess and stuttered. She stopped and thought for a while before continuing to say that she felt embarrassed.

But as she talked, she felt that this scene seemed familiar, and her mind couldn't help but connect her memories of Jinghu.

At that time, she liked snow the most. Because when the snow fell in winter for the first time every winter, Bai Bing would wake up and reappear on Jinghu Lake, sitting or standing, waiting for her with a peaceful expression.

She ran to Jinghu desperately, sat next to him excitedly, talking as she pleased, narrating what happened in spring, summer and autumn that she could not meet. Qingliu was also there most of the time, making jokes and teasing, which often made her furious.

What a wonderful day, but unfortunately I didn't know it at that time.

Jiang Ling stopped as he spoke, but he didn't realize it yet. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a silly girl.

Bai Bing noticed her sudden silence, did not interrupt her, looked at her smiling face, and sighed in her heart.

After a while, Jiang Ling suddenly realized that he had stopped talking. He raised his eyes to look at Bai Bing, but saw that he was still looking at him calmly. He did not seem to blame him for being rude, but instead said with encouragement: "What?"

This expression, this look, is what she knows about Bai Bing, not Bai Su.

Bai Bing would not blame her for being rude, she would not blame her for skipping classes, nor would she blame her for not knowing anything. He only blamed her for liked him.

Jiang Ling's heart was suddenly poured into smoke by a basin of cold water. She took a deep breath and finished the rest. Then she lowered her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."

Bai Bing stared at her suddenly cold face with interest and said, "It's okay."

When Jiang Ling heard this, his heart sank again. He subconsciously lowered his head, but forgot that he was in the cramped Ruyi bag, and he suddenly pressed his head against Bai Bing's chin.

Jiang Ling's body suddenly stiffened. Bai Bing didn't expect her movements, so he was stunned.

Jiang Ling raised her head again with great difficulty, carefully shrank her neck, trying to stay away from him, but her back inevitably hit a hard thing. The slight collision made her heart tremble. Her eyes suddenly felt extremely sad, and tears flowed down like a dam, flowing from one eye to the other, and then flowing out of her eye sockets, falling violently onto the Ruyi bag, with a "click" sound, very clear.

Jiang Ling was startled by his tears and immediately did not dare to look up. He gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time, but the tears were flowing more and more. Although she couldn't see it, she clearly knew that the Ruyi bag must have been wet by her.

She cursed herself silently in her heart, which was so embarrassing. But her heart suddenly became sour, and she could not cry like her eyes. She could only continue to feel sour, and the sourness turned into a sea of ​​jealousy.

Jiang Ling floated in this sea of ​​jealousy, floating around, and gradually savored the origin of this sourness. Oh, she actually felt very wronged.

Since you can't like it, why do you have to get so close and act as if nothing happened?

She can't do it, she can't. She still likes him, she will go crazy if she likes him. Even if she can't like him, she will still like him. She will lose her life. Who can suppress such a hot feeling?
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