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

Ning Zhiyan put down the pen in his hand and inadvertently raised his eyes to meet a lingering and long gaze, clear and shining.

He quickly looked away, making a fist with his hand close to his lips and coughing twice. His pale face was suddenly stained with a thin layer of crimson, which made his whole person look more complex.

"Ning Zhiyan, are you feeling uncomfortable? Your face is so red." Aning stood up from the chair, her light blue skirt dancing gently in the air, and she was beside the man in a flash.

The cold jade hand touched his forehead, and Ning Zhiyan's body stiffened for a moment. The two were so close now that he could even see the fine hairs on her face. With a thought, he suddenly grasped the cold hand. Delicate wrist.

He let go again as if he was electrocuted. He put his hands on the table, his moon-white sleeves hanging in the air, and the cold and soft touch was still vaguely on his fingertips.

"Miss An Ning, men and women cannot be intimate with each other."

Aning suddenly stood up, frowning, looking very depressed, "But you touched my forehead like this before."

Ning Zhiyan took a step back. He had forgotten that the little girl regarded herself as his unmarried wife. He sighed and said in a gentle tone: "Miss Aning, no matter what we did before, we must not behave like this now." It’s not good for you if you did it to me.”

Aning nodded in understanding, paused, and said slowly: "I don't feel bad..."

The woman's skin is as white as snow, and she is wearing a blue skirt. She is gentle and lovely, her pupils are moist and dark, and her eyelashes are curved downwards as if she holds infinite grievances.

In her opinion, actions like this are natural. How could it be bad for her? Wasn't it done this way before?

Ning Zhiyan didn't say anything, and he saw her depressed mood one by one.

He slowly raised his eyes, his originally crimson cheeks had turned pale, and his whole body was like cold jade, floating in heaven.

Looking at her hunched head, she suddenly blurted out: "Do you want to go shopping tomorrow?"

Aning suddenly raised his head, his wrinkled face suddenly stretched out, a bright smile hung on his lips, and his eyes were astonishingly bright. At that moment, he suddenly felt that a beautiful smile could turn all living beings upside down. This was probably how he described it.

"Thought."

Ning Zhiyan likes peace and quiet. His mansion is far away from the lively neighborhoods and the location is remote and deserted. When she was trapped in the sword, she often got lost because his mansion was too remote and difficult to find.

After coming out of the sword, she really didn't go out for a walk. Firstly, she was afraid of getting lost, and secondly, she had no one to accompany her.

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The next day, Ning Zhiyan fulfilled his promise and took Aning out for a walk. When Yan San was preparing the carriage, he was still curious about why his master suddenly wanted to go out on the street today. Normally, when Doctor Liu asked him to go out, he would always use excuses to refuse.

When the man came closer, there was a charming figure behind him, and Yan San suddenly realized that he was accompanying Miss An Ning.

A few days ago, when Yan San suddenly saw a female family member coming and going in Ning Zhiyan's house, he was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, especially because the female family member was still wearing his master's clothes.

What surprised him even more later was that the master actually kept her, and made an exception to find a waitress to take care of her daily life. He also tacitly allowed her to enter his study and bedroom. He originally thought that the master had no idea about the relationship between men and women. .

Unexpectedly, the master who has always been tepid and neither salty nor salty would one day bow down to a woman.

The carriage drove smoothly on the street. The noisy and lively sounds outside formed a sharp contrast with the quiet and indifferent interior of the carriage. Aning sat obediently on one side, with a cup of tea and a plate of cakes in front of her.

Ning Zhiyan's long and thick eyelashes were slightly closed, and his cold white fingertips were casually placed on his legs, motionless. If it weren't for the gentle breathing, Aning would have stepped forward to check.

Taking a sip of tea, Aning's eyes wandered around. Aning lifted a corner of the curtains and looked outside intently. There was a huge crowd of people and a lot of noise. There were shops on both sides of the street, and there were also street stalls filled with food. There is a dazzling array of things, and there is prosperity.

There were very few such lively scenes in the memory of the original owner. Later, he was trapped in the moonlight and lived a life of darkness.

Aning knows that he has experienced that kind of life, suffering and pain. If it were not for the obsession in his heart, the original owner would most likely die together.

Now seeing this prosperous scene, she suddenly felt that the original owner was really pitiful.

The original owner's memory was all about Ning Zhiyan, and it was only because of him that she survived until now, but now that person didn't recognize her.

Maybe it was empathy, but Aning's mood fluctuated a bit.

The air pressure suddenly dropped. Perhaps sensing her emotions, Ning Zhiyan opened his eyes at some point, and his voice was as clear and light as the ripples of lake water.

"What are you thinking about?"

Aning shook his head and said nothing.

Gently twisting a piece of peach blossom-shaped pastry with her long white fingers, Ning Zhiyan slowly handed it to her, "This peach blossom cake tastes very good, try it."

She moved her eyes, hesitantly took the pastry in his hand, and brought it close to her lips. The sweet fragrance instantly filled her nose. Aning took a bite and it melted in her mouth. The faint peach blossom flavor spread in her mouth. It was very delicious. .

Maybe the pastries were really delicious, and those unpleasant emotions suddenly disappeared.

After eating a whole plate of pastries, Aning turned to him and asked, "Are there any more?"

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The carriage stopped smoothly on the path by the lake. An Ning did not expect that when he talked about going out on the street, he actually meant going to the lake.

The bright sunshine shines on the turquoise lake, and the gentle breeze creates bright ripples of golden light. The boat slowly moves along the water, and the willows stand near the water, with graceful hanging branches and leaves immersed in the lake.

Thinking it is a good time for spring outings, there are many boats visiting the lake today, including Aning and his two friends. There are crowds of people on both sides of the embankment, and it is a scene like a good time.

There was a cool breeze on the lake. Ning Zhiyan was weak. After being blown by the wind for a while on the boat, he covered his lips and coughed lightly. Yan San took out the cloak he had prepared and was about to put it on him when he heard a warm and refreshing voice. He stopped him: "No problem."

Just when Yan San wanted to dissuade him with earnest words, he was forced to hold back by Ning Zhiyan's next move.

Aning was still wearing a blue shirt, standing on the bow of the boat, with a thin and thin body, her black hair was tied smoothly behind her head, her eyes were dark and clear, and her lips were red, unparalleled in beauty.

The man, as tall as a pine tree, stepped towards her. He was dressed in white and had a jingling belt.

The rich smell of cedar hit her, a warm touch passed over her neck, and a gentle and gentle tone touched her eardrum: "The wind is strong, be careful of catching a cold."

His heart trembled unconsciously. An Ning subconsciously moved his fingertips to his neck and shoulders, turned around, and looked at him with his eyes: "Ning Zhiyan." Xu Shi noticed his bloodless face again, She wanted to take off her cloak and wrap it around the man, "I'm not cold."

Yes, she is not a human being, she cannot feel the temperature, she will not even age or die. As long as Yue Ming is there, she will be there.

The man seemed not to have heard her words "I'm not cold" and slowly helped her fasten her cloak, with his retracted hands hanging by his sides.

The scenery between the eyebrows and eyes is bright, and the slender eyelashes cover the ambiguity in the eyes: "Put it on."