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

Aning discovered that Si Yan was particularly concerned about the orange tree in the courtyard.

Because he always stood under the tree and watched quietly, with deep joy in his eyes.

Aning walked around the yard twice and somehow came near him. Looking at the god who was always calm and gentle, she asked her doubts.

"Is there anything special about this orange tree?"

Si Yan glanced sideways at the girl next to him, with a smile in his clear eyes, and said warmly: "It's nothing special."

"Then why have you been staying here?" Aning asked him.

"Because the oranges are almost ripe," was the answer from the god.

Aning was a little confused, because she looked up at the green oranges on the branches, and she couldn't tell that they were about to ripen.

But looking at the determined smile on the other person's face, the hair floating in the air, and the inexplicable determined posture, she stopped talking.

Maybe people have that kind of ability?

Aning silently glanced at him again, looking at his gentle and calm smile, and nodded thoughtfully.

Well, after all, he is a god who knows astronomy from above and geography from below.

The lanterns outside the courtyard gradually dimmed, and Aning followed Si Yan back to the room where he slept last night.

She had accepted the fact that the two of them were going to sleep together, so she no longer hesitated, and she consciously climbed into the bed and slept in the back. At the end, she didn't forget to pat the empty bed to signal the gods to come up.

Everyone is sleeping in an upright posture. She is obviously much more relaxed now. Perhaps her biological clock has not yet reached her, and she is not sleepy at all.

I even had the urge to chat.

So the girl raised her head, looked at the sleeping god with a calm face through the weak candlelight, and whispered: "Si Yan, are you asleep?"

"Never."

God doesn't need to sleep, he just does this to spend time with his little wife.

When he heard his young wife's voice, he opened his eyelids and his eyes fell accurately on her. There was no extra emotion in his very pale eyes except gentleness.

"A Ning can't sleep." he asked.

"Well... I want to chat with you." The girl nodded gently.

"Let's talk then. What does Aning want to know?" Si Yan directly said what was on her mind.

Aning blinked her eyelashes quickly, feeling like she was being ignored. She supported her chin and continued to ask: "That's right, I'm very curious about your marriage."

When she thought about it, it was a bit absurd for a god to marry a wife.

Aren’t gods holy and inviolable? How can you get a wife?

"I married An Ning because she came here." Si Yan smiled slightly, his smile like a solid mask.

"However, I only found out about this ghost marriage after you went up the mountain." He continued to say slowly.

Aning was surprised, "You didn't know beforehand?"

Si Yan took the girl's expression into his eyes, and the corners of his lips were still gentle, "In this deep mountain and old forest, apart from the disciples who worship her regularly, Aning is the only person I have seen."

The implication was that he didn't talk too much to anyone, except her.

The candlelight flickered, and Aning looked at the unchanged curve of his lips and fell into deep thought.

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Aning was woken up by the red rope on her wrist. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by darkness, and the red light emitting from her wrist became the only light source.

Amid this strange phenomenon, she subconsciously looked to the side. Si Yan, who was sleeping next to her, seemed to be missing.

At this moment, several deep sighs sounded in the closed space, like painful struggles, but also like melancholy sorrow.

"Si Yan?" Aning listened carefully for a while and felt something was wrong. She jumped out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and softly called the god's name.

But there was no response for a long time, but the red rope around his wrist responded. The red light flickered on and off, and the temperature burned the skin.

In the darkness, the sound of sighs suddenly became infinitely amplified. She was startled, and her hand unconsciously touched the glowing red rope.

But at this moment, the red rope seemed to have come to life, spreading out and turning into dense hair winding up the wrist.

At the same time, the sighs faded and were replaced by murmurs.

"Aning."

"Aning."

"Aning."

These gibbering-like shouts gave Aning a headache. She frowned and began to panic for no reason.

The hair has already climbed up the neck along the arms, and gradually has the tendency to spread to the face.

With her hands restrained, Aning couldn't pull her hair. She opened her mouth to call Si Yan, but found that she couldn't make a sound at this moment.

In the darkness, her name was whispered quietly, constantly overlapping and echoing, like the echo of a loud shout in an empty valley...

Waking up covered in sweat, Aning sat up suddenly. She took a deep breath, looked at the intact red rope around her wrist, and subconsciously looked to the side.

Under the weak candlelight, I saw the outstanding-looking god with his eyes closed, lying quietly aside, with a high nose and beautiful lips, like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale, quiet and elegant.

She stared at the other person's beautiful and gentle features and breathed a long sigh of relief.

It turned out to be a dream...

However, the moment Aning relaxed, the Sleeping Beauty next to her suddenly looked like smashed ceramic, with cracks appearing on her face and neck.

She was stunned for a moment, and stretched out her hand tremblingly. When she touched those cracks, the Sleeping Beauty was like powder blown away by the wind, and instantly turned into nothing...

Aning's whole body was trembling. She opened her eyes suddenly, and it was already bright.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

A warm and pleasant voice sounded in his ears, and Aning turned his face sideways, with a daze in his eyes that had not dissipated.

Si Yan blinked slowly, raised his hand, and lightly tapped the girl's eyebrows with his delicate white fingertips, with the same light smile on his face.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

This sentence seemed to have a comforting feeling. Aning stared blankly at the other party's calm eyes, his eyes were in a trance.

She suddenly couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

Is this...still a dream?

Si Yan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes half-hiding the emotions in his eyes. He suddenly brought his face closer, his forehead pressed against the girl's, and his lightly scented hair fell onto her face.

"It's not a dream, I'm here."

These words were like a sudden beam of light shining in the abyss of innocence, suddenly illuminating those dark corners, and Aning followed this light and found the way.

She trembled her eyelashes and hugged the other person's waist silently, her voice still trembling: "Si Yan, I just had a dream."

"That was just a dream." Si Yan sighed slightly, and patted the girl's back comfortingly.

However, his actions made her hug him tighter, smelling his light fragrance and feeling the peaceful aura on his body.

Aning said in a low voice: "Are you hiding something from me?"