"Tsk, this man is really good-looking. His face is as white as jade, and his eyebrows are like picturesque. How can I put it in that sentence? He is really a handsome man. But why is he lying in this coffin?"
Looking at the man in the coffin, Beiyao Moran fell into deep thought. He seemed to have seen this man somewhere before. Why did he feel a familiar feeling? He thought that by some strange coincidence, he stretched out his hand and gently touched the man's face. The touch was actually warm. Could it be that he was still alive? But something was wrong, he was not breathing. Just when Beiyao Mo Ran was puzzled, the dragon ring on his hand emitted a burst of strong white light. Beiyao Mo Ran was stung by the light and couldn't open his eyes. It took him a while to get used to it before he opened his eyes. He saw the eyelashes of the man in the coffin fluttering and slowly opened his eyes. Beiyao Mo Ran was so frightened that he did not dare to speak out. His eyes were wide open. Staring at the man in white. After the man in white woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the person he had longed for. He stretched out a hand to grab Beiyao Moran's hand. Beiyao Moran, who was so strong, felt that he was going to cut off his hand. The pain in his hand brought Beiyao Moran back to his senses. He stared at the man in white for a while. After a while, he found his voice and asked.
"Who are you? Why are you catching me?"
The man still didn't speak, but with a sudden force on his hand, he dragged Beiyao Moran into the coffin, holding him tightly as if holding a lost treasure.
"Hey, it hurts"
Beiyao Moran's cry of pain made the man in white panic and asked quickly:
"Where does it hurt?"
Intention: Love and love very much