Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

"Brother, you said that this should not reveal anything."

Zhang Xingxing stood in front of the Lama temple, nervously straightened his clothes and asked the young man, who shook his head. Zhang Xingxing felt relieved when he saw that the young man said it was okay. He rubbed his hands together, took a few furtive looks and prepared to climb over the wall.

Hey~ let's go~~

Zhang Xingxing jumped confidently, then landed steadily on the spot with both feet.

Zhang Xingxing looked at the boy along the hand on his shoulder: ???

Why, do we have to argue about who comes first?

"Come through the door."

The young man pointed to the door with a crack, and Zhang Xingxing saw that the door was not closed, and it seemed that there was a crack. Zhang Xingxing turned back and looked at the young man with a resentful look, "Why didn't you tell me earlier if you knew it earlier!"

She had reason to suspect that the young man did it on purpose.

This time when he went out to play tricks, she finally realized that the young man was quite happy to watch the fun.

"Oh, let's go. Snow Mountain God Envoy - Dara Bengba."

Zhang Xingxing showed a sly smile on his face, and called out the young man's "new identity" with evil intentions. Before the young man could react, he slipped into the door like a hard-to-catch rabbit.

The young man stared at Zhang Xingxing's lively back, looking at her lively and agile appearance, as if the whole world became vivid because of her. A gentle ripple gradually appeared in his eyes.

When Zhang Xingxing sent her to the door, Zhang Xingxing happily waved to the boy and said, "Okay, brother. I'm here. You should go back to bed early..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhang Xingxing suddenly felt a force pulling her hand, and her body was pulled back involuntarily. She turned her head in astonishment, only to see the young man's hand tightly holding her wrist.

Then, Zhang Xingxing's eyes were attracted by the boy's other hand. The hand slowly rose up, as if with an irresistible magic, and moved closer to her face. Her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

When the young man's hand was only a few centimeters away from her face, she finally saw his eyes clearly. Those deep eyes were like a deep lake, as if they contained endless emotions. Zhang Xingxing's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound. She could only stare blankly at the young man's hand getting closer and closer to her.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, everything around became blurry, only the young man's hands and his eyes were clearly visible.

Zhang Xingxing's breathing became slower and slower, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

The scent of sandalwood in the air became stronger and stronger, and Zhang Xingxing's nose seemed to smell the fresh and cold breath of the young man mixed with the scent of sandalwood. There was also an imperceptible, almost imperceptible smell of blood and sulfur on his fingertips.

Until the warm fingertips fell on Zhang Xingxing's face, Zhang Xingxing's heartbeat stopped for a beat and then gradually accelerated, and an uncontrollable panic rose in his heart.

"Brother—"

"It can't be wiped off." The young man gently reached out and tried to wipe off a tiny blood spot on Zhang Xingxing's cheek, but found that it couldn't be wiped off. There was no handkerchief at hand, so he had no choice but to give up: "Go back and wash it."

At this moment, Zhang Xingxing was like a stupid goose. After he nodded stupidly and said "OK", he didn't know what to do and could only clasp his hands helplessly.

cute.

Seeing this, the young man couldn't help but pat Zhang Xingxing's head. Later, he remembered that he hadn't washed his hands yet. He withdrew his hand guiltily, raised his head, looked at the person in front of him and said softly.

"Good night, stars."

At this moment, Zhang Xingxing, whose CPU was about to burn out, thought about the look in the young man's eyes just now, and was suddenly confused. He called out casually, "Good night, good night, young man." and hurriedly walked into the house. With the sound of the door closing with a "bang", Zhang Xingxing leaned against the door. Listening to the steady footsteps, Zhang Xingxing exhaled slowly, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down.

After a while, she looked up and saw the little girl lying on the table, who seemed to have fallen asleep while waiting for her. She couldn't help but soften her heart and tiptoed to carry the girl to the bed.

When she was getting her handkerchief wet with water and preparing to wash up and go to bed, Zhang Xingxing saw through the mirror her cheeks that looked like they were blushed and a small, bright-colored bloodstain that looked like a cinnabar mole. She stared at the bloodstain as if it had some kind of magic.

She couldn't help but stretch out her finger and gently press on the bloodstain, and her thoughts gradually became vague.

Did she see it wrong? The way the boy looked at her just now seemed to be saying - he likes her so much.