Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

"What's behind? What's behind?"

Zhang Xingxing sat on the bed, covered with a blanket, and questioned Black Glasses, who had stopped reading. Black Glasses, who was sitting on a stool next to the bed, flipped through the contents at the back, shrugged, and handed the diary to Zhang Xingxing.

"After that it was just some meaningless scribbles. There was no concrete content."

Zhang Xingxing stretched a hand out from under the quilt and placed the diary on the bed. He looked at the last few pages and saw some messy, scribbled lines and a dark mass.

She suddenly thought of the story the housekeeper told her, and shuddered. She quickly reached back into the quilt and pulled the corner of the quilt tighter.

"Tell me, little boss. You look like you know something~"

Zhang Xingxing thought about it and decided to tell Hei Yanjing the story that the housekeeper had told her. If she asked other people in the manor, they would probably tell the same story, so there was no need for her to hide it.

"You said, this story can't be true! Then who is the monster mentioned here? According to the plot of the horror movie, this monster is either the lady's child or her husband..."

Zhang Xingxing talked for a long time but didn't hear any movement from Black Glasses. He looked over and found him sleeping on the side of the bed.

Just like when the director’s mother got tired of telling stories to these children and fell asleep beside their beds.

Zhang Xingxing looked at Black Glasses for a while, and when he saw that he was still wearing sunglasses while sleeping, he stretched out his hand, but in the end he did not take off his glasses. Instead, he covered Black Glasses with the quilt.

"Good night."

After that, he lay down and went to sleep. After a long time, Black Glasses waited until Zhang Xingxing's breathing became calm, and then he opened his eyes.

He looked at the quilt covering him, and the defenseless state of Zhang Xingxing lying beside him, and quietly got up. Finally, he found the clothes Zhang Xingxing was wearing that day in the closet, and confirmed that the dirty child that day was really her.

Then he stood beside Zhang Xingxing's bed and reached out to carefully examine her face and neck. The delicate skin and strong bones under his hands clearly told him that her face had not moved at all.

It's not a disguise, I really have this face.

Is she really Zhang Xingxing’s sister?

At this moment, Black Glasses was also a little uncertain, and his heart was full of doubts. In his confused thoughts, he felt that his men seemed to be immersed in a painful nightmare, trembling all over, and mumbling some vague words.

The man with black glasses lowered his head and leaned closer to listen to what Zhang Xingxing said.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry. No, I don't want to kill anyone... Go away, all of you..."

Zhang Xingxing's words were intermittent, and Black Glasses didn't hear them completely. But Zhang Xingxing reminded him of his past self. He stared at Zhang Xingxing's face for a long time, watching her eyebrows getting more and more wrinkled, and the cold sweat on her forehead getting more and more, and finally he sighed.

Still a child.

Let's take a gamble. This person shouldn't be someone sent by others to plot against him...

Black Glasses took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Zhang Xingxing's forehead. Thinking about how his mother used to coax him, he pulled the corner of the quilt tight and patted Zhang Xingxing gently, humming the ballad that his mother used to coax him.

Gradually, Zhang Xingxing calmed down. The man with black glasses felt relieved and slowly withdrew his hands that were coaxing Zhang Xingxing.

Just as he stopped coaxing the man, he heard Zhang Xingxing humming, so he could only continue patting him, and sure enough, the man quieted down again. He seemed to be shouting something again, and Black Glasses moved closer with some curiosity to listen to what Zhang Xingxing would say this time.

"…Mother."

After hearing what Zhang Xingxing shouted, the man with black glasses had a frown on his face. He looked down at his toned body and strong chest muscles and was speechless.

I didn't expect that such a tough guy like him would be called a mother one day...

The man with black glasses withdrew his hand instantly, and seeing Zhang Xingxing whining and acting like a spoiled child again, he resisted the urge to coax her. Fortunately, Zhang Xingxing calmed down soon.

At this moment, the man with black glasses finally felt relieved, leaned back on the stool, and thought to himself.

Raising a child is not easy, and his mother has worked really hard...

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The next day, when Zhang Xingxing woke up, he saw Black Glasses sitting on a stool and sleeping with his arms folded. Then he looked at his own messy sleeping posture and the quilt that was also wrinkled and rolled up without any trace left on it, and felt a little guilty.

Could it be that she was sleeping so hard yesterday that she pulled away the blanket that was originally covering Black Glasses' body, and woke him up, so that he could only hug her and sleep on the stool all night in grievance?