Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

An Ning, wearing a bright red wedding dress, lay down on the antique bed with a stiff body and a very restrained attitude under the gaze of the gods.

She clutched the edge of the red silk quilt tightly, her body stretched straight.

To be fair, this was the first time she had experienced such a fast progress in so many worlds, and it was awkward and a little strange.

Probably sensing the girl's uneasiness and nervousness, the god suddenly leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. Their eyes met, as if comforting and guiding, and there was a bit of softness in his light-colored pupils.

He said: "Go to sleep, I will be here with you."

A warm touch swept from her forehead to her whole body. Aning stared at the face of the god that was very close at hand. She blinked blankly and looked into a pair of calm light-colored eyes. Those eyes were her own. appearance.

Aning licked her lips, swallowed carefully, and twisted the quilt tightly with her hands. She thought to herself that it turns out that gods are not all averse to fireworks.

For example, he would post stickers.

However, the other person gave people a very soft and comfortable feeling, so she didn't reject it very much, but she just didn't know how long he would stick to it.

As Aning thought this, the god raised his head. His clear skin looked particularly delicate under the yellowish light, and his gentle and gentle eyes were slightly curved.

Then I saw him lift a corner of the quilt and lie down on it in an orderly manner.

The candlelight was dim in the large room, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which smelled leisurely and peaceful.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. With her eyes closed, Aning could only hear her own breathing and heartbeat. She was obviously very sleepy, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

It made her think wildly.

Aning turned sideways and touched the red rope between her wrists. She rubbed it and suddenly opened her eyes.

The god sleeping next to her was lying upright, with long black hair scattered on the red sheets like falling moonlight, and his snow-white skin was particularly conspicuous among the black and red.

She reached out and touched his long hair. The feel was the same as the red rope on her wrist, cool and soft, like a gurgling stream, with a faint elegant fragrance.

She thought it was probably due to the sandalwood fragrance in the room.

The holy and beautiful god closed his eyes, his delicate features were hidden in the dim candlelight, and his porcelain-white hands were placed on the quilt regularly, as quiet as a flawless statue.

Somehow, Aning moved her body quietly towards him, closing the distance between the two of them. She stared at him carefully for a while.

She didn't hear his breathing or see the rise and fall of his chest, so she couldn't help but be curious.

Don’t gods sleep without breathing?

Aning stood up from the bed and her eyes fell on that outstanding face. After a moment of silence, she leaned down and her ears stopped two centimeters away from the other person.

After listening carefully for a while, Aning was sure that he was not breathing.

"What is Aning doing?"

Suddenly, a calm voice rang in his ears. Aning was startled, and turned his head abruptly, his eyes crashing into Shen Di's soft and smiling eyes without any warning.

It feels like you've been caught doing something bad.

Aning pursed her lips, but couldn't figure out the reason for a long time, so she returned to her position and lay down without saying anything, and then she didn't forget to pull up the quilt, covering most of her face, only revealing a pair of round eyes. Smooth almond eyes.

The girl's soft voice came out from under the quilt, her tone was subtle, and it sounded a bit coquettish: "I didn't do anything, I just remembered that you didn't even tell me your name."

"It is my fault."

The other party sighed softly, propped his head and looked sideways at the girl with clear almond eyes, and slowly opened his lips: "Aning, just call me Si Yan."

"Si Yan?" The girl's voice came from under the quilt, muffled, but her tone was brisk.

Si Yan heard his little wife murmuring his name in a low voice, and a very subtle emotion swept through his body. It was strange and he liked it very much.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his brows were as gentle as those of the gods enshrined in the temple. He said in an indifferent and calm voice, "Well, it's just that no one has called this name for a long time."

Aning met his gaze, and somehow she heard the meaning of wistfulness in this sentence. She pulled down the quilt to reveal her whole face, and asked: "Why?"

He replied: "Maybe I've been around for too long."

It has been so long that he is the only god left in this world.

With the passage and development of modern society, all the evil spirits and monsters that harmed the human world in the past have disappeared. The birth of gods was originally to protect the human world. Nowadays, the world is peaceful and peaceful. The four gods will naturally disappear and perish according to the evolution of this world. .

Seeing Aning's confused eyes, Si Yan raised his hand and touched her face with a smile, and said warmly: "Go to sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aning felt sleepy suddenly come over him, his eyelids dropped uncontrollably, and the last thing that appeared in his field of vision was Si Yan's calm face and slightly melancholy eyes.

A good night's sleep.