The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 379 Immortal Venerable, Hug Me (43)

Yan Mu's pupils shrank suddenly.

He stopped his movements abruptly, and stood with his back to her. His body was slightly stiff, but he remained silent and did not speak.

Qiao Rong looked at his stiff back, pursed her lips slightly, and felt a little sad for some reason.

She said softly: "...I'm sorry."

"..."

Yanmu's Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long time, he said in a difficult voice: "...Why do you want to apologize?"

Qiao Rong lowered his eyes slightly and said with some disappointment, "I didn't listen to you."

"..."

However, the moment her words fell, Yan Mu seemed to be stimulated by something suddenly.

His body trembled slightly, the veins on his forehead stretched, and his breathing became rapid.

His steps staggered slightly, and then he stumbled a few steps into the room, trying to close the door at the same time.

Qiao Rong was taken aback.

Seeing his strange appearance, before she had time to think carefully, she trotted forward a few steps and hugged his waist tightly before he closed the door, her voice trembling slightly: "Master... what's wrong with you? Are you still here?" okay?"

Yan Mu suddenly stopped.

He breathed slightly, his red eyes drooped, and he looked at the pair of white and soft arms around his waist.

The temperature that made him dream, was so warm that he had the urge to cry for a moment.

He slightly raised his hand, held hers slowly, closed his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "...Why are you willing to recognize me all of a sudden?"

Qiao Rong froze for a moment, her lips moved slightly, just about to say something.

But he interrupted her as if evading: "Forget it."

He gently parted her hands holding him.

Just when Qiao Rong thought he was going to push her away again and block her from the door, he suddenly turned around and before she could see the expression on his face clearly, he took her arm and exerted a slight force. He pulled her into his arms.

He hugged her tightly, like a traveler drowning in the mire, holding on to his life-saving driftwood, with a kind of determination in his voice.

"Since you are willing to recognize me, don't even think about avoiding me anymore."

"..."

Hearing this, Qiao Rong frowned slightly, feeling that he had misunderstood something.

She wants to explain.

But as if he was afraid of her refusal, he pressed her head tightly and didn't give her a chance to speak.

Qiao Rong was buried in his arms, speechless.

She felt his excitement, thought about it, and decided to put it down first.

In any case, the most important thing now is to let him calm down first.

Thinking of this, she hugged him obediently, put her hands on his back, and gently comforted him.

Feeling her movements, Yanmu froze for a moment, then hugged her even tighter.

The originally tense atmosphere gradually calmed down.

Ouyang Chuan stood at the other end of the corridor, watched the scene here from a distance, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

……

……

Qiao Rong stayed at Yanmu's house for dinner.

In the afternoon, she stayed obediently in his arms, trying her best to comfort him.

When his mood seemed to calm down, she gradually let go of her heart.

But when she recalled the scene where Yan Mu was stimulated, she still felt a little terrified, so she didn't dare to mention that matter again.

Yanmu, who had calmed down, seemed to have returned to his previous gentle appearance.

At this moment, he was sitting opposite Qiao Rong, watching her eating dinner tenderly with a smile on his lips.

Qiao Rong had just finished eating a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and licked his lips contentedly, but when he looked up, he found that the bowl in front of him was always empty.

He didn't eat anything, but just kept staring at her intently, as if he wanted to engrave every movement and expression of her into his heart.

(End of this chapter)