Chapter 1042： I'm very cold, so I won't take the initiative to kiss you (8)

The silver-haired boy slowly loosened the silver hair from his palm.

He got up and stood up, his silver hair let loose, clinging to his fair and delicate body.

Di Zhao picked up the torn white clothes, held the torn fabric, and walked to the bed.

He put the white cloth on the side of the pillow, and took a brand new white cloth from the table and put it on his side.

There was no emotion in the wine red eyes, it was light, but the movements were unusually well-behaved.

Glancing at the moonlight outside the window, Di Zhao pursed his lips and silently lifted the quilt and lay down.

He closed his eyes, and the soft ears hidden between the silver hair drooped slightly.

The boy sleeps well, and his delicate face is unreal.

…

the next day.

Feng Qian woke up and went to Di Zhao's door after a simple wash.

Di Zhao has changed back to the appearance of a teenager.

Hearing the sound, the boy on the bed moved his eyelids in confusion and swiped his eyelashes.

After a while, he slowly opened a pair of dark and translucent eyes.

He blinked and turned his head to look out the door.

After a pause, Di Zhao sat up obediently.

The thin quilt slipped from his body, revealing the fair and thin body of the little boy.

The black hair covered the boy's back.

Di Zhao looked down, then reached out and took the white clothes beside him, and put them on carefully.

He took a few steps toward the door, and paused again.

He blinked his dark eyes, turned around obediently, and walked back to the bed.

The little boy bent down slightly and folded the quilt.

He didn't fold so well, but it was somewhat neat.

After folding, Di Zhao hid the white cloth that was torn last night behind the quilt.

After doing this, he turned to open the door.

The girl is still dressed in white, and her beautiful face is always the same expression.

She turned her back to him and stood with her hands behind her back.

Di Zhao held the door frame and looked up.

He tilted his head slightly, and her hands were small.

The boy slowly raised his hand and gestured.

It seems...about his age.

Feng Qian turned to look at him, only then did Di Zhao regain his senses, withdrew his hand, and looked at the girl in front of him obediently.

The girl's brows and eyes were cold, and just like her voice, there was a very light human temperament.

"Want to come with me, or stay in the house?"

It's safer to take the shards with you, but...the shards seem to be afraid of life.

Not knowing what happened in Yunshang Pavilion, Di Zhao was especially afraid of men approaching.

Di Zhao paused, and kneaded the corner of his shirt with his fingertips.

"With you," he said.

The boy's dark eyes were clear and clean, and his voice was low and soft, very well behaved.

Feng Qian looked at him and reminded in a low voice, "You will meet a lot of people with me, aren't you afraid?"

Hearing a lot of people, Di Zhao was stunned, and he blinked, feeling a little helpless.

how many people...

He pinched the corner of his clothes uneasily, his pink lips pursed slightly, his eyelashes swept, hesitant.

After a long while, the young man took a slight step forward.

His hair was loose, not tied up, bowed his head slightly, and his black hair almost covered his face.

He raised his fingertips, trying to grab the girl's lapel, stretched his hand halfway, stopped again, and finally hung weakly by his side.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I... I'm not afraid."

Rather than staying alone in an unfamiliar place, Di Zhao wanted to follow her.

She is a little cold, but like sunshine.

very warm.

After a pause, Feng Qian said, "Okay."

The little boy raised his eyes with joy, and the dark eyes seemed to be filled with a little starlight, which was dazzling.

Feng Qian lifted her fingertips lightly, and a white girdle lay in the girl's palm.

She said calmly: "Turn around first."

Di Zhao obediently did as he did, turned around, and left his back to the girl.