Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Mo Jiu put the breakfast on the bedside table, stood quietly in the room, staring at Long Qingtian for a long time.

He was not as tall and straight as before, and leaned a little decadently on the wooden chair, with one hand hanging casually on one side, and the other on the ashtray on the table, with a cigarette butt between his fingers, which was almost burnt out.

With so many cigarettes, in fact, he didn't really take a few puffs.

Most of them are burned by themselves.

One night is enough for him to think slowly, right?

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu moved slowly and came to the sliding door of the balcony.

She reached out and pulled the door open.

A strong smell of tobacco hits the nostrils.

Mo Jiu coughed twice.

Hearing Mo Jiu's cough, Long Qingtian's eyes, which were motionless in deep thought, and those deep eyes like midnight that seemed unable to see anything in, finally moved.

He twisted his stiff neck and saw that Mo Jiu's little face was a little red from coughing from tobacco, so he looked at the cigarette in his hand.

He moved his fingers, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up and opened the window, and the cool wind came in, clearing his mind.

Long Qingtian turned around again, put his arms around Mo Jiu's shoulders, entered the bedroom, opened the window on the other side, and ventilated the room.

He still didn't speak, but this thoughtful gesture made Mo Jiu feel relieved.

She picked up the milk and handed it to Long Qingtian, "Brother, let's have some breakfast."

Long Qing wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but when he looked up and saw the girl's eyes full of expectation, he picked up the milk again and drank it down in one gulp.

Then, he sat on the sofa, with his hands on his knees, his head drooping slightly, and his handsome features looked a little decadent because he hadn't slept all night.

But Mo Jiu knew that even if he didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights, he would still be full of energy. What tortured him was not sleep, but the demons hidden in his heart.

Mo Jiu sat beside Long Qingtian and hugged his head with both hands. Such a gentle movement made Long Qingtian's body stiff, but he followed Mo Jiu's movements obediently.

Long Qingtian lay on Mo Jiu's lap.

Mo Jiu's weak and boneless little hand caressed Long Qingtian's face, and then pressed it on his eyes. Because it covered his eyes, Long Qingtian closed his eyes consciously.

Mo Jiu rubbed his eyes, pressed a few acupuncture points on the top of his head, and pinched carefully.

She didn't speak, but expressed her care and support for him with the most gentle and feminine gesture.

After another 5 minutes, Long Qingtian finally spoke.

"Do you know why Lu Lan was injured three years ago?"

Long Qingtian suddenly mentioned Lu Lan. Although Mo Jiu felt uncomfortable, he didn't interrupt him.

He needs to talk now.

Indeed, Long Qingtian didn't wait for Mo Jiu's answer, so he spoke again: "Three years ago, there was such an opportunity to catch Brother Ying, one of us who followed him went to a strange country, but accidentally fell into a trap. The five comrades who went with me all died in battle except Lu Lan. And Lu Lan, in order to save me, was also shot in the head, and fell into a coma for three years."

It turned out to be so!

Long Qingtian probably never had such a tragic experience in his life, right? !

His resume is all glamorous, but who knows that he has also missed a time?

However, why would a person who has always been rational and calm lose his hand?

Mo Jiu pressed Long Qingtian's fingers and paused slightly.