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

The bedroom was extremely quiet. Ying Chuyan was sitting on the edge of the bed. From being cramped at first to being relaxed now, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

The strange thing is that he is not disgusted with this feeling, and is even a little... happy?

While the young man was still judging his feelings, Aning had already retracted the hand on his shoulder and carefully pulled up his collar. However, as soon as his hand moved, someone stopped him.

Ying Chuyan turned his head and caught a glimpse of the wound on his shoulder. Because of her, the black mark had faded a lot, but a few scratches on it still remained. It was always a little inconvenient to move. Thinking of what happened next, he told her He said: "There is some cloth on the table over there. You can bring it over and tie it up for me."

Aning, who was confused, heard the instructions and hurriedly brought the cloth over. Just looking at the wound on his shoulder, she didn't know where to start. It wasn't until the other person looked up and said, "I don't know how to tie him."

This time it was Ying Chuyan's turn to be stunned and didn't know how to answer for a while. He had forgotten that the other party had only just entered the world, so he was naturally confused about this kind of wound dressing.

Just when he was about to do it himself, he heard her say: "How about you teach me?"

There was silence in the bedroom, and the soft light and shadow from outside the window lattice came in, dispersing some of the desolation in the room. Ying Chuyan lowered his eyes and looked at the cloth in her hand quietly, as if he was bewitched, and nodded subconsciously.

Aning took a step closer, stood in front of him, followed the instructions, lowered her head and slowly bandaged it. She moved gently, and her fingertips brushed against the other person's shoulder, making the tips of the other person's ears turn redder.

Being so close, the familiar light fragrance poured into the nose, and Ying Chuyan felt itchy in the bottom of his heart. He lowered his eyes slightly and saw the girl's blinking eyelashes and serious expression, and an incomprehensible emotion was playing in his mind.

The lake of my heart, which had always been calm, now has ripples.

No one spoke in the dormitory, and the surroundings were silent. The quieter the environment, the more you think about.

Perhaps because she was thinking to the extreme, when the cloth was wrapped around the last circle, she couldn't help but ask him again: "Did I inflict this wound?"

The girl's eyebrows were lowered, and her thick eyelashes covered the light in her eyes. She gently pulled up his collar, her tone was understated, and only her twisted fingertips showed her inner hesitation.

Ying Chuyan looked at her, his dark eyes flashing slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he said: "Don't blame yourself, the injury on my shoulder has nothing to do with you."

"A few days ago, a demon tribe broke into the sect's restricted area. The opponent's strength is not inferior to mine. The injury on my shoulder came from that time."

Aning frowned: "So you have been practicing swordsmanship with me despite being injured these days?"

"This is not a serious injury." Ying Chuyan avoided her eyes and said to himself.

To him, this injury was nothing to worry about. After all, he wouldn't care about injuries that weren't life-threatening.

"Have you forgotten that your current life belongs to me?" Aning stared at him, frowning, somehow feeling unreasonably irritated when she heard what he said.

Doesn't he care about his body at all? Do you have to be so strong?

For the first time in her life, the girl felt angry. She grabbed the other person's collar and wanted to scold him harshly, but when faced with those silent eyes, she felt inexplicably unable to speak.

Ying Chuyan sat quietly on the edge of the bed. Although he was grabbed by the collar, his demeanor was still upright. His face was just a little pale, but his energy was obviously much better than before. Those deep and beautiful eyes stared straight at him. She was like a ray of warm sunshine pouring down on the snow in winter, giving her warmth.

"Don't worry, this little injury won't kill you."

His voice was very calm, and there was no extra emotion on his face, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

Hearing this, Aning felt that there was a feeling of anger in her forehead that could not be released. She let go of his collar and took a step back, looking a little unnatural: "Who is worried about you? I'm just afraid that you can't fulfill your original promise. "

Ying Chuyan stared at her silently, his thoughts wandering. Of course, he had not forgotten the promise he made in the cave. But she never mentioned it from the beginning of their meeting, and he had selfish motives and didn't interfere.

He even thought she had forgotten that person...

"Are you going down the mountain just to find that person?" Ying Chuyan asked calmly, his eyes flickering slightly.

He wanted to hear what she said was about him, even a little bit.

"Yes."

But the girl's answer failed him.

That's right, before she transformed, she had wanted to go down the mountain to find someone, but now her wish was nothing more than a wish. He had nothing to do with her, but they met by chance and she saved his life.

It was also this life that he could not repay no matter what.

The room fell into silence again. Ying Chuyan lowered his eyes and his heart began to sink involuntarily. "After the sect matter is resolved, I will go down the mountain with you to find the person."

After saying that, he stood up and started to move, wanting to leave, as if he wanted to escape from this place that made it hard for him to breathe.

Aning did not follow him this time because the other party's words made her feel very unhappy.

She didn't want to talk to him now.

The night is silent and silent.

Not long after Ying Chuyan came out of the Elder's Hall, he was called away by a message. When he returned after settling the matter, there was no sign of the girl in the house.

I don't know why, but I feel disappointed.

He sat in front of the incense table, spread out a piece of rice paper, and drew with a pen. The outline of the woman was vaguely visible. When describing the facial features, he suddenly paused and the ink spread on the paper.

This blackness came out of the blue, like an inexplicable emotion that was helpless.

Thinking about today's events, the young man opened the secret compartment under the desk. There were many rice papers rolled into sticks. He couldn't help but drowsing, rolled up the damaged painting on the desk and put it in together.