Chapter 1282 (1/2)

Mo Ling looked at Jiujiu's delicate little face, and her lips almost wriggled hard. After a moment, she spit out a sentence: ”it doesn't matter.”

Master Mo Ling once told Mo Ling that when he found the destined person, he would experience all the emotions in the world. In the past, Mo Ling had no feeling about it, but now, after feeling the mixed feelings in her heart, Mo Ling felt that it was such a good thing that there was no emotion.

In the past, Mo Ling thought it was good for Jiu Jiu to be smart, but now, Mo Ling thinks it doesn't matter if Jiu Jiu Jiu is stupid.

Even if Jiujiu is a little stupid, as long as he is in one day, he can keep Jiujiu's rivers and mountains forever. If Jiujiu is a little stupid, he will not know his mind. If he is a little stupid, he will not show such an expression to himself because he finds his mind.

Now moling doesn't dare to look up at Jiujiu, because he's afraid to see Jiujiu dodge his disliked eyes.

Once moling was invulnerable, but now moling is like a piece of tofu. Jiujiu's eyes are like the sharpest sword in the world. Just one look will cut his once strong heart into pieces.

Once, Mo Ling was a cold and absolute dust, like a relegated immortal. Now Jiu Jiu still remembers the scenes when Mo Ling appeared and pretended to be forced.

But now, moling hung her head, and her face was full of loss. Her beautiful Danfeng eyes were filled with sadness and disappointment. She didn't even dare to blink her eyelids, as if she would shed tears as long as she blinked.

Having experienced so many worlds, Jiujiu's heart has long been particularly cold, but I don't know why. Jiujiu was inexplicably soft when she saw Mo Ling's appearance.

With a helpless sigh, Jiujiu stepped up to moling and reached out to hold moling's hand.

Jiujiu held Mo Ling's hand before.

Moling's hand is big and warm, as if it could block all the wind and rain in the world, but now, moling's hand is like a millennium black ice, which is very cold.

After being aware that Jiujiu held his hand, moling's palm, which had lost its temperature, quickly became hot. Then he held Jiujiu's fingers and warmed Jiujiu's fingers that he had just frozen.

Feel the warmth and softness of Jiujiu's little hands. Moling's lost and disappointed eyes are as bright as the light in the night.

Moling's eyes looked at Jiujiu like two small flames, and her mouth opened several times, but she couldn't say a word.

It's not that moling doesn't want to talk, but because moling is afraid. He's afraid that as soon as he opens his mouth, Jiujiu will say something to refuse.

Mo Ling is not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, but is afraid of Jiujiu's rejection.

If Jiujiu doesn't refuse, he can pretend that everything hasn't happened today, but if Jiujiu refuses, he is poor and has no chance in his life.

Being looked at by moling's almost faith-based eyes, Jiujiu gently sighed, then reached out to hold moling's fingers and said softly, ”well, I don't like men.”

In Jiujiu's words, the eyes of Mo Ling that lit up suddenly became dim, as if the flame wet by the rain had lost the temperature.

However, even if the eyes have no temperature, but holding Jiujiu's palm is still as warm as a stove.

Even if he is sad, he doesn't want to make Jiujiu feel cold. Moling's heart is especially sincere.