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

Perhaps driven by curiosity, Aning moved closer to the fire, pulling on the branches like Ying Chuyan did.

Under the firelight, the girl's eyes were as clear as stars in the day and night. Just then, a gust of wind blew up, blowing her long hair straight into the fire. Within a moment, the air was filled with a pungent burning smell.

Aning exclaimed again and again, dropped the wooden stick in his hand and took a few steps back. When he was sure it was safe, he held his singed hair and looked at Ying Chuyan pitifully, as if waiting for an explanation.

Ying Chuyan:...

He didn't expect that something like this would happen if he was just keeping warm, but then he thought about the identity of the other plant, so he had to patiently explain to her the safety of using fire.

However, Aning was still a little afraid. No matter what Ying Chuyan said, she refused to take even half a step closer to the fire, always keeping a distance that she thought was safe.

The orange flame continued to burn, and occasionally there was the sound of branches crackling. Ying Chuyan looked at the woman lying behind the tree, her untied hair hanging like this, and thought it would be difficult not to get burned.

As if thinking of something, he used his spiritual power to transform into a hairband, walked up to her and handed the hairband out: "Tie your hair up so you won't get burned."

Aning blinked and took it, "Okay."

After a while, someone with messy hair came to ask for help: "Ying Chuyan, I don't know how to tie my hair, can you teach me?"

The girl had an innocent face, her eyes were full of prayer, and she held the lake-green headband in her palms and presented it to the young man.

Ying Chuyan couldn't help but hold her forehead, because she didn't know how to tie her hair.

He sighed inwardly, took the hair tie from her hand and asked her to turn her back as if accepting his fate.

Ying Chuyan's hands were beautiful, slender and white, with smooth black hair running through his fingertips, looking very soft.

Soon, Aning's hair was tied up, and he looked very energetic.

She raised her hand and touched her tied hair, her eyebrows arched and she said, "Thank you, Ying Chuyan."

Without waiting for a reply, she carefully circled the fire, then found a seat and sat down. After making sure it was safe, she said to him: "Ying Chuyan, come and sit."

There is darkness all around, only there is light. The girl's profile became darker and darker under the firelight, calm and beautiful.

Ying Chuyan stared at her, his eyes moved slightly, and then he came over and sat down.

But he didn't sit next to Aning, but on the opposite side of her.

Aning pursed his lips, moved towards him, and took the initiative to talk: "Ying Chuyan, do you think we can get out of here?"

He was silent for a while, looked at the blazing fire in front of him and said, "I'm not sure."

He couldn't guarantee such an uncertain thing, even if he knew it was an illusion.

"If the cost of telling you to go out is that you will return to your previous plant state, do you still want to go out?"

After a long time, Aning heard his voice, which was very calm and seemed to be just a casual comment.

"If that's the case." She thought about it seriously, then turned her head to look at him, her eyes reflecting the fire, bright and dazzling, "To be honest, I don't want to."

"But if everything here is not real, then there is no need for me to stay here." Aning picked up the branches on the ground and threw them into the fire. The fire was fierce, and soon the branches ignited, and the warmth melted. Into the night.

She continued: "What's fake is fake and will never come true. Besides, I've also experienced being a human being, so it's not a loss after all."

Ying Chuyan didn't answer, but lowered her eyes. Under the slender eyelashes, Aning seemed to see tiny glistening lights. She moved forward a little more, and her whole body was next to him: "Ying Chuyan, we will go out. Bar?"

The fire burned quietly, and the young man's face was blurred by the firelight, and his expression at this time could not be seen clearly. He turned his head to look at the woman beside him, and said in a very soft voice: "Yes."

She nodded, and the lake-green hairband swayed slightly, "That's good. I still like caves better than here."

Perhaps it was because of the familiar sense of security that came from his birthplace, or perhaps because he met Ying Chuyan in that cave. All in all, aside from the boredom, it was pretty good.

Ying Chuyan's eyes moved slightly, and half of his face was hidden in the thick night. He couldn't help but ask, "When did you know?"

"I didn't notice it at first, until you appeared." Aning tilted his head to look at him, with a smile on his face: "Illusions can make people's wishes come true."

Her eyes were very beautiful, with thick and long eyelashes. When she blinked and said those words, stars seemed to fall into her eyes, which was so beautiful.

Ying Chuyan was stunned, and was about to say something when his eyes suddenly fell on the tip of her nose.

The girl had fair skin, and the gray spots on her nose looked particularly conspicuous on her face. For some reason, he reached out and gently rubbed the tip of her nose with his fingertips.

A strange, strange emotion rippled in my heart.

Only when he reacted did he notice how frivolous his actions were at this time, and quickly withdrew his hand, saying with a little lack of confidence: "There is something on your nose."

Aning blinked and suddenly approached him.

"What's there?"