Xiao Jinhan twisted Feng's eyebrows, and subconsciously pulled away from her.

At this moment, Tang Yaoyao seemed to hug the life-saving tree, where would he let go?

He stretched out his hand again and hugged his neck.

Burying his entire face on his chest, trying to avoid the thunderstorm.

Even so, the sound still rang into her ears, making her tremble very hard.

Xiao Jinhan's thin lips lightened, "Afraid of thunder?"

Tang Yaoyao did not speak, pinching his white shirt with both hands, very hard, and did not let go of his fingertips when they turned white.

Xiao Jinhan instinctively repelled a woman from getting too close. He frowned and his voice was a little ruthless: "Let go."

A faint blue musk scent entered between his breath, and the temperature of his body, only then realized what he had done.

Almost instantly let go of him, and sat back a little bit, keeping a distance from him.

Under the dim light, she could see the wrinkles on his body.

"I……"

Rumbling--

"what!"

Tang Yaoyao screamed again, and at the same time, threw into his arms again.

In a daze, she saw the face that had been scorched, and a little blood was pouring.

After convulsing twice, he died.

Her eye sockets suddenly became wet, and she hugged Xiao Jinhan tighter.

The little body was shaking uncontrollably, breathing very fast.

Xiao Jinhan felt her fear, and her black chestnut pupils became slightly deeper.

Manually moved, but stopped in mid-air, and put it back.

This time, she finally did not push her away.

Tang Yaoyao knew that it was not good to hold him in this way and not let go in the middle of the night.

But she couldn't control it. As long as she let go, the fear that came from her heart would destroy her consciousness.

At this moment, all the disguise was put down, only fear.

"you……"

"Xiao Jinhan..." Tang Yaoyao's voice trembled and interrupted him first, like a child afraid of being abandoned.

This was probably the first time Tang Yaoyao called his full name.

Xiao Jin Hanfeng frowned a little deeper: "What's the matter?"

She trembled and said intermittently: "Don't push me away, just this time... OK?"

Xiao Jinhan froze for a moment, stretched out his hand and placed it on her shoulder: "Okay."

After that, every time the thunder sounded, Tang Yaoyao would shake.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe it was because Xiao Jinhan was too masculine, or maybe she was too tired and sleepy, and that sense of fear was gradually dispelled.

Slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But she knew that the thunder had become a shadow for her life.

Xiao Jinhan lowered his head, just when the tip of his nose touched her soft hair, there was a faint fragrance, mixed with a little rose fragrance.

As coquettish as she is.

The coach of Xiao Jinhan's thin lips outlines a shallow arc.

It turns out that the little fairy who is not afraid of the sky is afraid of thunder.

...

Later in the night.

After the thunderstorm, Tang Yaoyao's sleep was actually very shallow, especially, for many years, he slept alone.

Suddenly, there were more people beside her, and she almost woke up.

When he moved lightly, for a moment, he felt that in addition to the orchid musk, Xiao Jinhan also had a very unique cold fragrance, which was very familiar.

Tang Yaoyao raised her eyes and looked at him. He seemed to sleep soundly?

Moreover, his hand was actually placed on her waist?

In an instant, this familiar breath was washed away by anger.

Take advantage of her again!

Bastard Xiao old four!

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