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

When he smiled like this, Aning suddenly felt that the familiar Si Yan was back. She simply closed her eyes and waited for the other party's next move.

Suddenly, something was wrapped around my wrist. It was ice cold, silky and delicate, and had a slight fragrance.

She was very familiar with this light fragrance. She often smelled it when they slept together, and now she smelled it again. An Ning subconsciously wanted to get closer to the other person.

The distance between the two was already close, so Aning took a small step forward, and raised his hand directly to press the other's chest.

The hard touch made her slightly startled, but after only three seconds, she hugged him directly.

There was a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, and Aning couldn't help but nuzzled his chest intimately like a kitten.

She wouldn't admit that she wanted to hug him, it was obviously the other person who was bewitching her.

Si Yan lowered his eyebrows and stared at the girl who was holding him tightly. His eyes gradually changed from confusion at the beginning to calmness, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth remained the same.

He raised his hand and patted her behind like a comforting baby, and the wide cuffs hung down close to her back.

"Your love token is back."

Hearing this sentence, Aning suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at the other person's face close at hand, and silently withdrew from his arms three seconds later.

Sure enough, the specially woven red rope reappeared on the hand. Under the snow-white skin, the red rope became increasingly bright red, as if it was stained with blood.

The little boy standing outside the courtyard was so shocked that his jaw dropped. He could no longer describe his mood at this moment in words. It was like a stain suddenly appeared on the pure white snow, and his heart was extremely complicated.

That stupid girl who doesn’t know the heights of heaven and earth actually hugged an adult!

She actually hugged an adult!

Not only did the adult not stop him, he even hugged her back thoughtfully.

Not only that, but some love tokens were also mentioned.

The little boy involuntarily clenched the broom in his hand. He thought of what the silly girl had done and her unwarranted self-confidence...

Is your lord really married?

But as the most devout believer, how could he not know?

The little boy was puzzled. Looking at the two people who were very close to each other, a very complicated emotion came to his heart.

All he could think about now was what he should do if an adult was blasphemed, but the girl's straightforward and bold speech in the next second almost made him faint.

"Then do you think I look like your wife now?"

Si Yan blinked scornfully, looked at the girl carefully, and asked, "Do you want to be my wife?"

Aning gave him a strange look, "Didn't you choose me?"

"Huh...?" Si Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking about this sentence carefully, and suddenly thought of something. His clean and light eyes were slightly curved, and the curvature at the end of his eyes made him look much brighter.

"Hmm...it seems to be my choice."

There was a "snap" sound, as if something fell to the ground.

The two people's attention was attracted at the same time, and they looked out together.

Outside the courtyard, the young boy seemed to be under a restraining spell. He was stunned in place with his mouth open for no apparent reason, and there was a broom lying vertically at his feet.

"Big... big... sir! My ears seem to be broken."

"Then you should go down the mountain to see the doctor." Si Yan said warmly.

"Yes, I should go see the doctor." The young boy muttered, and then he raised his eyes as if he had made some kind of determination: "Sir, Guangbai will go see the doctor right now."

After saying that, he picked up the broom on the ground and ran away.

Aning looked at the little boy's retreating figure and carefully considered their conversation.

Doctor?

Is this what doctors were called in ancient times?

"What are you thinking about?"

Si Yan's voice came to his ears. An Ning turned around and saw his smiling face. It was different from the first time they met. This time it felt more real.

She looked him up and down, her eyes flashing slightly, and she always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put it in words, so she twitched her lips and replied to him: "I didn't think about anything."

Si Yan didn't think so and exposed her directly, "Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can clear up your confusion."

An Ning stared at him for a while, then sighed.

"Forget it, I don't know what nonsense I'm thinking about."

After pondering for a moment, Si Yan stretched out his hand towards the girl. A small section of his white arm stretched out from the wide cuff, and his palm with clear lines spread out in front of her, "Here, give me your hand."

Aning didn't understand the other party's intention, but still put his hand up out of trust in him.

But there's nothing special about it, it seems like they're really just holding hands.

"I see." After a while, Si Yan said this.

"What?" Aning was confused.

The other party smiled slightly, then raised his other hand, slowly held her face, and said in a gentle voice like the spring breeze in March: "It seems that my little wife came early."

"…Um?"

"Can I know your name?" Si Yan continued.

"Jiang... Wan Ning." An Ning's eyes were full of confusion, and he said his name in a fog.

"Well, Aning." Si Yan's lips curled up slightly, and he read the girl's name in a tender voice.

My little wife’s name is really nice, he thought to himself.