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

The temperature in the capital of Shu has warmed up recently, and the mist in the sky is about to disperse. The morning sun rises in the east, and the yard is full of green and full of vitality.

Ning Zhiyan's illness this time was a wake-up call for Aning. No matter how stupid she was, she knew that this illness was related to the lake tour that day.

He gave her the cloak.

With this feeling of guilt.

So in the next few days, Aning secretly sneaked into Ning Zhiyan's bedroom in the dead of night and used spiritual power to warm his body. The cold was somewhat cured, but the disease brought out from his mother's womb had little effect. .

Tonight, as usual, she appeared quietly and out of thin air in Ning Zhiyan's room, and walked to the edge of the bed in the faint moonlight. Just when she was about to transmit her spiritual power, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Aning was startled and took a step back, like a frightened cat, at a loss what to do, and then disappeared in place.

If it weren't for the scattered blue halo that remained at the disappeared location, Ning Zhiyan would have thought he was dreaming.

He sat up on the bed and looked straight at the place where the woman disappeared. His pale pupils looked particularly dense in the night.

Ning Zhiyan found it a bit funny. Is he so scary? Just left without saying a word?

After a few seconds of silence, he softly called into the air: "Aning."

"..."

With a faint sigh, he continued: "Come here, I know you are here."

Just when he thought she didn't want to come out, a blue light appeared in front of him, and a woman in blue with black hair and red lips stood in front of him.

She wrung her hands and said with a frown, "I'm sorry."

The room was dark, and with the faint moonlight I could see the expression on her face clearly. Ning Zhiyan didn't say sorry but asked her: "Why did you run?"

When he said this, his voice was soft and soft, and he sounded inexplicably aggrieved.

Aning was startled, raised his head to look at him, and asked cautiously: "Are you asking me?"

"Is there anyone else in the room besides you?" The man's fine long eyelashes were lowered and his brows were as clear as the moon, he said slowly.

Aning blinked, his almond-shaped eyes clear, and answered his previous question: "I'm afraid you'll be angry because I entered your room without permission again."

The man's eyes moved slightly, he looked up at her and asked, "Tell me, why did you come to my house in the middle of the night?"

The woman answered the question inappropriately: "Can you light a lamp? Your room is too dark."

"Ah."

After getting the approval, Aning made a decision, and the candles in the room automatically lit up, and the man's picturesque face appeared in her sight without any warning.

He was looking at her, the candlelight outlined the gentle outline, and the light-colored pupils were filled with light spots, like bright stars.

Before he could speak, the woman continued, "Because I want to see you."

The man looked at her silently for a few seconds, closing his eyes in silence. His long eyelashes drooped to cover the emotions under his eyes. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Only the red marks on his ears showed how shy he was at the moment.

To the west of the moon, in the sky shrouded by black clouds, there is a thin layer of mist floating in the sky like a veil, and a few scattered stars emit faint light.

He seemed to hear a seed in his heart taking root and sprouting.

Pursing his lips, Ning Zhiyan released his hands holding his sleeves and looked at her quietly.

He didn't speak for a long time.

An Ning stood there, worried to death. She had said this, why didn't she give some reaction? Is this person a piece of wood?

After a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, said to him "Have a good rest" and disappeared.

Humph.

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With the help of An Ning's spiritual power, Ning Zhiyan's condition finally recovered, but after that night, An Ning went to see him less and less.

Because she knows the way, she can go out by herself.

The streets of the busy city were busy with people coming and going, and the shouts of vendors could be heard on both sides of the street. Aning was in high spirits. He looked at every stall and finally stopped in front of a stall that was making clay figurines.

The boss was squeezing it, and after a while, he made out the appearance of a woman, which was lifelike.

Aning's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to ask his boss to make a clay figurine, a clear voice interrupted.

"The boss is taking care of this girl."

The man was wearing a blue robe, with exquisite cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs. He was holding a folding fan in his hand, and his face was faintly excited.

Lu Zhao didn't expect to meet the girl he was longing for here. He fell in love with her at first sight when he saw her while visiting the lake that day.

From then on, he never forgot her, but he sent people to inquire about her whereabouts but to no avail.

I didn't expect to meet you here today.

Could this be the fate between them?

Lu Zhao closed the fan and tried his best to make himself look less carefree, with a look of joy that could not be hidden in his eyes.

"My dear, Lu Zhao, I was lucky enough to have an encounter with the girl that day on Youxin Lake. I don't know her name, where she lives, and is there any possibility of marriage?"

Aning blinked, glanced at Lu Zhao and quickly moved away. He didn't know who he was, so he was going to ignore it. Unexpectedly, he said again: "Does the girl like this clay figurine?"

Only then did she look at him.

Ning Zhiyan was writing something on the paper while listening to Yan San's report on Aning's movements after leaving the house.

"Miss Aning ate two bunches of candied haws, a candy man, a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and a bag of chestnuts on the street, and bought a bamboo dragonfly and a clay figurine..."

Yan San paused and said, "Well... that clay figurine was given by the young master from Prime Minister Lu's house..."

Ning Zhiyan's hand holding the pen stopped for a moment, and the ink smeared on the paper. He calmly looked at the destroyed rice paper and said to Yan San: "Prepare the carriage."

Ning Zhiyan's face showed no expression along the way, his expression was calm and unruffled. He lowered his eyes, and the seedling in his heart was growing up.

"Miss Aning, what else do you like besides clay figurines?"

Aning didn't say anything, holding the kneaded clay figurine, and when he was about to give the money, Lu Zhao paid the money first, "Take it from me."

"No need."

Listening to the familiar voice, Aning paused and subconsciously raised her eyes to see a beautiful and slender figure walking towards her in the crowd.

His clear and clear eyebrows, his cold and moonlike temperament, seem to be incompatible with the noisy world around him.

Like an immortal from heaven.

Aning automatically ignored the bustling crowd behind him, all he saw was the immortal.

But the immortal approached her step by step and took a piece of silver to the boss of the clay figurine. He said calmly: "No need to look for it."

Upon seeing this, Aning blinked his clear almond-shaped eyes and shouted slowly: "Ning Zhiyan?"

Ning Zhiyan lowered his eyes casually, gently hooked the woman's hand with his cold white fingertips, and finally inserted it between her fingers, clasping his fingers tightly.

Then he glanced at Lu Zhao indifferently, took the woman's hand and walked forward.

In the carriage, Aning was still a little dizzy, so what happened?

Is the person holding her hand really Ning Zhiyan?

There was a lot of space in the carriage, but at this moment Aning felt so cramped that he could hardly breathe.

This was the first time that Ning Zhiyan took the initiative to get so close. Aning hesitated for a long time before saying, "Why are you holding my hand?"

"I'm sorry." After saying that, Ning Zhiyan let go of her hand. Just when he was about to take it back, his hand was tightly wrapped.

Aning curved his lips, the smile on his brows and eyes clearly revealed. He stared at him with twinkling eyes, took his hand and rubbed it on his face.

"So warm."

This time it was Ning Zhiyan's turn to be stunned. His face burned as fast as possible, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his thin lips pursed tightly.

It seems that the two of them are slowly closing the distance between each other invisibly.