[Systematic but no sense of existence at all, pure love, be, difficult to calm down]
She raised her eyes to look at Najie and asked softly: "Today's bet in the woods, if you win in the competition just now, what are you going to ask of me?"
This question was like the evening breeze breaking through the fog, completely blowing away the layers of illusion wrapped in the bottom of Najie's heart.
At this moment, in the warm light and shadow of the bonfire, looking at the girl with long hair scattered and clear eyebrows in front of him, looking at this tough and lively Qi Yan who is wearing armor and dares to compete with men, Najie's love for her wells up in his throat.
He really liked her. I like her fierceness and courage in fighting on the battlefield, her calm and cool appearance, and her delicate and transparent appearance hidden under the tough shell. She was completely different from all the women on the grassland. She was fresh, stubborn, dazzling, beautiful and unique, and she firmly captured all his thoughts.
The hot emotions in my heart surged, almost breaking through my throat. His most sincere thoughts were extremely clear - he wanted to take her away, he wanted her to stay away from the strife of his country and the country, and the smoke of war, and he wanted her to accompany him back to the vast and free grassland, where he could watch the wind, grass, waves, and the setting sun and stars every day, without worries and peace every year.
I want you to come back to the grassland with me.
He didn't dare to say.
He was afraid that his abrupt thoughts would disturb her, that his presumptuous demands would break the rare peace at this moment, and even more afraid that this humble and hot heart would eventually become a barrier between the two.
Maybe he wasn't afraid of this, maybe he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he was afraid. He... Didn't dare to say it.
