Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

"Brother! Brother!! Come with me~ Oh my god, you are so handsome~"

Zhang Xingxing rushed into the boy's room and tried to pull him away. The boy thought something had happened when he heard Zhang Xingxing's anxious tone, so he quickly put down the brush in his hand and looked at Zhang Xingxing.

But in Zhang Xingxing's eyes, there was a different scene. The young man was sitting at an old wooden table with some letters and unfinished replies in his hands. He slowly looked up at her.

The sunlight from the plateau shone through the old yellow window screen, and slowly moved down from his dark and fluffy hair, brushing against his dark and handsome eyebrows, sliding over his jade-white skin that was covered up, and finally stopped on his tall and handsome nose, like a snow-capped mountain illuminated by the sun.

The clear jawline was lost under the furry white collar of the crimson Tibetan robe, just like a snow-capped mountain reflected in the white clouds and sunset glow. The moment he raised his eyes, two dark lakes under his thick eyelashes suddenly rippled with tiny fragments of light. The red coral beads hanging around his neck swayed with a "ding" sound, and in a trance, the chanting of the entire temple seemed to sway gently in Zhang Xingxing's ears.

I'm a good boy.

If such a handsome man had appeared in her short video on her mobile phone in her previous life, she would be considered to have a noble character (pure and desireless) if she did not send him 99 roses.

"Put down a sign and give me a sachet..." Zhang Xingxing murmured subconsciously, not wanting to blink. Suddenly he realized something and observed the young man's face. When he saw that there was no expression on his face, he thought that he didn't hear it, so he breathed a sigh of relief, coughed dryly and continued.

"Ahem, I didn't expect that the bald old master has such aesthetic taste! Tsk tsk tsk, you can't judge a book by its cover. I saw that he didn't dress well before, but I didn't expect that he is actually quite fashionable..."

"Look at this little string, it really feels good..."

Zhang Xingxing couldn't help but whistling, and silently sighed in his heart: It seems that the old saying is right, the degree of fashion is really determined by the face... I have seen that old bald donkey in red and holding a string, and he is so ugly that it is unbearable to look at him.

(The master was furious: Nonsense. He was also a handsome monk when he was young!)

The master, who was chanting in the meditation room far away, sneezed and thought he might have caught a cold, so he silently tightened his clothes.

The young man noticed the obvious surprise in Zhang Xingxing's eyes at first sight. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking indifferent, not surprised.

"What did you call me for?"

After hearing the young man's question, Zhang Xingxing remembered the purpose of running here. Without saying a word, he grabbed the young man's clothes and dragged him out, running towards Bai Ma's room.

"Oops, I almost forgot. Come with me, there's a surprise. It's super big..."

The young man had no choice but to follow Zhang Xingxing, who was jogging along the way. He looked at his own crooked sleeves, which were almost off the ground, and felt helpless and amused. It turned out that the dressing he put so much effort into had no effect in less than ten minutes...

The two of them slowed down their pace in front of the Baima Gate, and Zhang Xingxing gradually stopped her pace, allowing the young man to pass her. The young man looked at the familiar door, thinking of Zhang Xingxing's words and her happy expression, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and in his excitement, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Come on in, she's waiting for you."

"It's been a long time coming."

Zhang Xingxing pushed the young man who had slowed down for some reason. The young man put his hand on the door and turned back. The expression of disbelief and surprise in his eyes seemed to make her laugh.

She waved her hand and urged the young man to go in.

The young man pursed his lips and pushed the door open.

......

In the master's meditation room, the master looked at the person in front of him calmly, put down the bracelet in his hand, and put it in the cabinet for safekeeping before speaking with peace of mind.

"You don't even want to join in the fun? That's strange."

“That’s their time.”