Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

What about the target of the beauty trap?

Subconsciously, he turned his gaze to Zhang Xingxing who was standing beside him. Seeing her staring eyes at the scene, he knew that this "volunteer" had been safely hooked.

"Hi, brother. It's windy outside, why don't you go inside and wait for me?" Zhang Xingxing opened her red lips and stretched out a hand to greet Zhang Xingxing.

He looked in the direction of Zhang Xingxing's waving hand. When his eyes touched Zhang Xingxing's red palm, his eyes paused slightly involuntarily, and he shook his head gently, and then said in a deep voice: "It's not appropriate for you to be away."

Seeing this, Zhang Xingxing couldn't help but scratch her head in confusion. A few strands of hair fluttered gently with her movements. In the end, she decided to put these unimportant things behind her. Her big, lively eyes were full of curiosity. She stared at the boy in front of her and said, "Brother, you said you had something to tell me. What is it?"

After hearing this, the young man did not answer her question immediately. Instead, his gaze suddenly became deep, like a bottomless lake, quietly falling on Ah San standing behind Zhang Xingxing. For a moment, the atmosphere around them seemed to freeze, and the silence made people feel a little depressed.

"It seems that I am the one who cannot listen?" Asan raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a hint of sarcasm, and at the same time crossed his hands in front of his chest, he spoke slowly in a nonchalant tone.

The young man said nothing, but walked slowly towards Ah San. When he finally came to Ah San, he paused for a moment, then reached into his backpack, searched around, and took out a bottle of medicine specifically for treating trauma. Then, the young man gently placed the bottle of medicine in Ah San's arms, looked into Ah San's eyes seriously, and warned him word by word: "If you are injured, remember to apply the medicine."

Ah San:......

Staring at the clan leader's calm and dark eyes, the evil fire in Asan's heart was gradually extinguished as if blown by an invisible cold wind. He snorted, reached out to take the medicine in his arms, turned his head and said to Zhang Xingxing: "I'm leaving first, I'll come to see you tomorrow." After that, he didn't give Zhang Xingxing a chance to refuse, and just walked away.

Just like that, this Shura field, which was originally full of gunpowder, made people feel inexplicably tense and even had a bit of weirdness, ended hastily in a way that was anticlimactic and hasty.

Zhang Xingxing was filled with emotion: Wow, is this the pressure from the patriarch?

Just as Zhang Xingxing was thinking to herself, the young man beside her saw that Ah San had left, so he gently took her wrist, slowly pulled her to the center of the yard, and helped her sit on a stone bench. Then, the young man took out another bottle of wound medicine from his backpack. He carefully opened the bottle cap and gently put the bottle mouth close to the wound on Zhang Xingxing's body.

hiss~

Because of her overly sensitive nerves, Zhang Xingxing couldn't help but want to shrink and withdraw her hand, but the young man held her hand tightly.

"Does it hurt?"

The young man's deep and magnetic voice reached Zhang Xingxing's ears, with a hint of concern and inquiry. While speaking, his hands unconsciously became a little gentler, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Then, the young man seemed to suddenly remember something, and he blew gently on her injured palm, imitating the way Zhang Xingxing had applied medicine to him before. The breeze was like the warmest sunshine in spring, gently brushing across Zhang Xingxing's palm, bringing a hint of coolness, and it seemed that even the originally unbearable burning pain was no longer so obvious at this moment.

Zhang Xingxing stared at the boy who was so close to him, and his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the beauty in front of him. Zhang Xingxing shook his head subconsciously and said it didn't hurt. His lowered eyes. The thick, slender, slightly curled eyelashes were like two dancing butterfly wings, trembling gently with his blinking. This scene made Zhang Xingxing, who was so beautiful, subconsciously shook his head and said it didn't hurt.

Zhang Xingxing: Good, so smart, so beautiful! Fairy eyelashes, I want to pull them out...

(The boy felt a chill on his back.)

"Oh, right. Young man, what do you want to tell me?" Zhang Xingxing, who was obsessed with beauty and had been distracted for a long time and her hands were itching, suddenly came back to her senses and remembered what the young man had said before, that he still had something to talk to her about, so she blinked quickly, then tilted her head, looked at the young man in front of her with curiosity and asked.

The young man lowered his head slightly, and first gently put down Zhang Xingxing's jade hand that he had originally held in his hand. Then, he slowly raised his head and stared straight into Zhang Xingxing's clear and smart eyes, as if he wanted to see her innermost thoughts through her eyes. After a moment of silence, the young man took a deep breath, chose to open his mouth directly, and spoke the essence of the matter in a calm tone.

“This is all fake...”

Zhang Xingxing:!!!

A piece of clothing flashed slightly in the shadow.