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

Aning cried so suddenly that even the god who was used to seeing any scene was stunned for a long time. He came to her side and awkwardly wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his thumb.

Her tone was as gentle as coaxing a child, "Why are you crying so sadly? Is it because of me?"

Under the influence of alcohol, Aning's whole brain was in chaos, and hot tears kept overflowing from the corners of her eyes. She shook her head, raised her hand and grabbed the pale fingertips that were rubbing her face.

"hug me."

The girl's crying voice was a little hoarse, her tone was soft, but her tone was an unquestionable command.

Si Yan lowered his eyes, as if there was a light that could understand everything, and it disappeared in an instant.

He hugged her and patted her back soothingly, his movements extremely gentle.

Perhaps the other party's behavior made the girl feel very uncomfortable. She raised her hand and hugged him back tightly, rubbing her cheek against the soft flesh of his neck, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw and holding on tightly.

The girl hugged her tighter and tighter, as if she was using all her strength to embed the other person into her body.

Both crazy and paranoid.

However, there was no discomfort on the god's face, and he was held by her obediently, his pale hands caressing her back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here." He said softly.

"Will you always be here?" The girl's nose rubbed against the other's beautiful bulging Adam's apple, her nasal voice thick.

The god narrowed his eyes, his slender eyelashes covering his expression at the moment. He gently caressed the back of her head, still gentle, "I will always be here."

"I don't believe it." Aning shook his head and muttered in a low voice with a hint of drunkenness: "You won't always be here."

The god who heard this said nothing, his eyes were calm, and he stared at the tearful girl in his arms for a long time, feeling an indescribable slight discomfort coming towards him.

"Si Yan, I don't want you to disappear." She said again.

"But, what can I do to prevent you from disappearing?"

Hearing this, the god sighed slightly, his eyes darkened. He smoothed the girl's messy hair and said slowly: "The birth of god comes from human belief. In ancient times, in addition to natural disasters, there were more The demons and ghosts that harmed people made the world like purgatory, so God came."

"As time goes by, natural disasters are alleviated, evil spirits slowly disappear, and nothing can threaten people anymore."

"Nowadays, human civilization is constantly advancing to the highest level, and belief in God is gradually fading. We will naturally die out one by one. It is inevitable."

The god touched her slightly red and hot face: "As early as the first time we met, I saw my own ending in you."

Aning pursed her lips, her expression gradually became distressed, her brain was a little confused, and she half-closed her eyes in silence.

"The death of God is not terrible, it is just another kind of rebirth, whether it is rain, or trees, or anything in the world, and I will turn into a gust of wind and accompany An Ning all the time." Si Yan said.

His voice was as usual, with no emotion audible, but his tone was softer than before, sounding like he was explaining his funeral arrangements.

The girl was a little confused and couldn't clearly hear what the other party was saying. She only heard a few intermittent words.

She hugged the other person's waist tightly, greedily seeking the scent of him. Suddenly, she raised her face and kissed the other person's chin, whispering: "Did you just kiss me? Don't be nervous, I allow it."

Si Yan lowered his head slightly and listened to what she said. Dark red light flashed in his light pupils. His pale fingertips touched her somewhat hot face, and then slid along the lines to her chin.

Aning's thoughts were very hazy, and her whole body was soft. She followed the other person's movements and raised her face slightly. In the brief confusion, she felt a touch of warmth on her lips.

The faint scent of cedar lingered around her entire senses. The girl trembled her eyelashes. She hooked her arms around the other person's neck and saw her own reflection in the other person's eyes. Then she couldn't help but licked the soft lips, no matter what. He asked for it in an unorganized manner.

The dark eyes were gradually filled with mist, and Aning's breathing was messed up.

But it's not just her.

The eyes of the god also changed. A touch of lust surged in those calm and indifferent light-colored pupils, and crimson gradually appeared on the beautiful and pale face.

The temperature on the girl's body was gradually rising, and it seemed to be affecting him, and a strange strange feeling arose spontaneously.

……

When she woke up the next day, Aning stared at the ceiling in confusion. After about three minutes, her consciousness gradually returned.

The memory slowly came back to life, reappearing before my eyes like a movie.

She looked calm and tilted her head. Fortunately, the other person was looking at her.

Aning's expression suddenly froze, and she silently pulled up the quilt covering her body.

Can't see me.

Si Yan looked at her subtle movements, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He thought that his little wife was not only enthusiastic, but also easily shy. She was so cute. If she had it often, it would be a good daily routine.

"Aning." He called her name with a calm voice.

However, when the girl with her head covered in the quilt heard the other party calling her name, her whole body froze, but there was still no movement.

At this moment, in this scene, she had no shame to see him.

It's all alcohol's fault.

Otherwise, how could she do such an unreasonable thing?

As his thoughts wandered, the quilt on his head was lifted, and Aning saw an enlarged face.

I saw the other party's gentle eyebrows curved, and his tone was light and gentle: "Why do you hide yourself under the quilt, isn't it boring?"

Aning blinked helplessly and looked at him. When his eyes fell on the suspicious tooth marks and mosquito bite-like red spots on his neck, his cheeks turned red.

These were all disguised reminders of the turmoil last night.

"..."

"I'm sorry." An Ning looked away guiltily.

Si Yan tilted his head: "Huh?"

He didn't understand why he was apologizing.

The girl glanced at him quietly and saw that the other person's face was full of innocence and confusion. She felt guilty in her heart. She had really blasphemed the gods this time.

It's really audacious.

After thinking for a while, Aning asked in a soft voice: "How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

But after asking, Aning wanted to slap himself twice.

Is it okay to ask this kind of question?

However, when the god heard this question, his face was always gentle, without any extra expression on his face. He was silent for a while, and then stared at her face, seeming to be thinking.

"It feels good, no discomfort." This was his final conclusion.

Aning's face turned even redder, her eyes wandered unnaturally, and she said "oh" in an indifferent voice.

The air seemed to condense again, and no one said a word.

"Would you like to follow me to the Temple of Heaven?"

After a long time, Si Yan looked at her and said this.

"go."

The girl looked back with determination in her tone.