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

The sudden approach of the girl made Ying Chuyan hold his breath subconsciously, and his whole body froze.

He tried his best to stay calm, but his panicked heartbeat could not calm down.

The fire was still burning brightly and was the only bright color in this silent mountain. She came closer again. At this time, the distance between the two was already too close, but she didn't feel inappropriate at all. She stared at the person and said word by word: "Your face is so red."

Warm breath sprayed evenly on his face, Ying Chuyan felt as if his skin was burned, and he leaned back violently, his whole body motionless as if he was frozen.

An Ning, who had lost his support point, also fell down, lying on his chest, and his lips touched the other person's chin.

This sudden intimate action caused a sudden pause between the two of them. She climbed up from him, covered her lips and stared with her eyes wide open, as if she had been taken away from her soul and was stunned.

The surroundings were quiet, and the wind seemed to have stopped. The sound of his heart that should have been beating gently was now thunderous, and Ying Chuyan felt that his head went blank for a moment.

Who is he and where is he?

The fire was as intense as his blushing.

In the dark night, the giant tree behind them suddenly bloomed with flowers, clusters of pink and white, vibrant and beautiful.

Aning was the first to come to his senses, but a strange emotion lingered in his mind. But before she had time to think too much, she immediately helped the young man on the ground up.

"Ying Chuyan, are you okay?"

She waved her hand in front of him, and when she saw the young man's brows twitching slightly, she calmly opened the distance between them, and then quietly raised her eyes to look at him.

Inexplicably, she felt uneasy in her heart.

"It's okay." Ying Chuyan's eyes were cold, and his handsome face was tense. If it weren't for the blush that still lingered on his face, he would have looked like a heartless and unrighteous person.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too awkward, so the young man simply turned his back and started practicing cross-legged.

Aning held his chin and looked at the blazing flames in front of him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with the intimate contact just now, but...she glanced at the young man with her back to him, and sighed, feeling a little melancholy in her heart. She didn't know what he was thinking.

As for Ying Chuyan, she was attracted to the blood on his body at first, but slowly it seemed to change. As for what changed, she couldn't tell.

"Ugh……"

"Are you worried?" Ying Chuyan couldn't help but ask.

He had closed his eyes to meditate, but sighs sounded frequently in his ears, making it difficult not to notice.

"No." Seeing that the man still had his back turned to her, Aning said unhappily.

"You do." Ying Chuyan turned his head and looked at the girl. His long dark hair was gently lifted by the wind, creating a gorgeous scene in the air.

For some reason, Aning suddenly felt irritated, his face was a little worried, and his tone was a little bad: "I said no, it means no!"

But the moment she said this, she regretted it. The young man was stunned for a while and then slowly turned around, his back melting into the night.

Aning's eyes darkened.

Whether out of anger or anger, she also turned her back, hugging her knees with her hands and her head drooping, just like she looked listless in the cave.

After a while, Aning felt someone tapping her shoulder. When she raised her head, she saw a gleaming white butterfly.

The butterfly was very beautiful. It flapped its wings and flew around her, leaving tiny pieces of starlight wherever it flew, shining brightly in the dim environment.

Aning was completely attracted by this butterfly.

It is embarrassing to say that as a plant, she has lived for hundreds of years but has never seen a butterfly.

No, it's already started.

Aning followed the butterfly and waved his hand in the air. It's just that this butterfly is so flexible that it can't be easily caught. Just when she was about to give up, the white butterfly fluttered its wings and landed in her palm.

"So lovely…"

"Do you like it?" The clear male voice flowed into the ears along with the sound of the wind, like a feather brushing against the tip of the heart, itching.

Aning followed the sound and looked, and the man's Qingjun and good-looking face appeared in her sight. She stared at him blankly for a while, then looked at the silver butterfly lingering in her palm, her eyes flashed slightly, and finally she said slowly: "It's okay. .”

The plains are desolate, and the moonlight becomes increasingly lonely in the sky.

"Is it just okay?" the man muttered quietly, his eyes full of contemplation. Immediately, he slowly stretched out his hand and condensed a light spot from the palm of his hand. If you look carefully, the light spot looks like a butterfly. Then, the light spot extends into the sky and instantly turns into a white butterfly that can only shine, falling like a falling butterfly in the dark night. The stars are dancing gracefully.

Aning looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, grabbed the man's hand, and asked curiously: "How did you do it?"

"This is phantom magic." The man looked at the person next to him with clear eyes. Silver butterflies were hovering in the air, and the stream of light reflected on him, making his outline extremely clear.

"Illusion technique?" Aning let go of the opponent's hand, looked up at the white butterfly flying freely, and thought thoughtfully: "Then can I learn it?"

Ying Chuyan hid the hand that had just been taken up behind her back and held it tightly, staring at her, nodded and said, "Okay."