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

Aning lowered his eyes and looked at the tips of his shoes. His fingertips repeatedly twisted the tassel straps on his clothes, with a slight grievance in his voice.

"Didn't you say you would take me with you wherever you go from now on?"

When the man in white heard this, he paused, his eyebrows softened, but he forgot that she was very insecure, and he was negligent.

It's just that there are people in the palace who covet Yue Ming. It goes without saying that he can't let her take this risk.

Qingyu is a man who talks about Buddhism and has a snake-like heart. He is treacherous and unrighteous. Over the years, he has won the Holy Heart with his evil and sycophant skills. A few years ago, he had made some success in practicing Taoism. Later, he became a disciple at Yunjiu Mountain but was declined by his master. He was unwilling to do so. He stole many ancient books from the library, and then transformed into an immortal master in the capital of Shu. If he knew that Yue Ming's sword spirit was alive, it would probably be detrimental to her.

He raised his eyes to look at her, his slender eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, his eyes were dancing with light, he said softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully this time."

The breeze blew his dark hair, and his snow-like face in the sun was almost transparent, making him look spotless.

He naturally pulled her slender wrist, and his fingertips touched the cool and delicate skin. Ning Zhiyan walked slowly into the room, moved her to the chair, and added in a soft voice:

"There won't be a next time."

These words were like ripples in the lake, which shocked Aning. She sat on the chair and he stood in front of her.

They are very close.

She could even smell the scent of cedar on his body. When their eyes met, his expression was full of tenderness.

"You can't lie to me again."

After finishing speaking, Aning's white and tender earlobes were covered with a touch of red. She quietly looked away, and her eyes happened to fall on Yue Ming on the table beside her, while a wisp of black smoke was rising from the sword.

She stretched out her hand, and as soon as her fingertips touched it, the wisp of black smoke disappeared along her hand. After picking up the sword and looking at it carefully, she found nothing unusual.

Aning raised his eyes and saw at a glance his slightly pursed lips. There was also a small, slightly demonic black mole under his lips, which you wouldn't have noticed if you didn't look carefully.

"Brother Zhiyan, has Yue Ming been contacted by anyone today?"

Ning Zhiyan was standing, and Aning's facial expressions and movements were caught in his eyes. When he heard her asking, he raised his eyebrows: "Is there something different in the moonlight?"

Qingyu's face flashed across his mind for some reason, but he didn't touch it, and Yueming was always under his nose. Besides, there were so many people present, how could he do anything?

"No."

Aning shook her head, maybe the wisp of black smoke just now was just her illusion, but other than that, she didn't feel anything strange about Yue Ming.

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Qingyu felt it as soon as the dark ban on the Yue Ming Sword was absorbed by Aning. What he thought was indeed right, the sword spirit was now by Ning Zhiyan's side.

The secret restraint he used on the sword was a forbidden technique he learned from an ancient book by chance. It was this secret restraint that allowed him to have his current status. Unfortunately, the secret restraint he had learned was only scratching the surface. He has no problem controlling ordinary people, but it's really hard for him to control a century-old sword spirit like Aning.

If he didn't succeed, he would have no choice but to think of another way. He was bound to get this sword spirit.

In the past few days, Aning always felt that her body was strange and she was always tired, as if something was stripping her of her strength. She almost fell asleep several times while playing chess with Ning Zhiyan.

There is a big locust tree in the yard where Ning Zhiyan lives. The locust trees are in full bloom in late spring, and the fragrant fragrance of the flowers is blown by the breeze to every corner of the yard.

The woman sat in front of the window, her black soft hair hanging on her chest and being gently lifted by the wind. She took a nap, her eyes were as bright as lake water, and her thick eyelashes were like butterflies flapping their wings. There were A little dew.

Aning felt that her whole body was weak and weak, and even her favorite peach blossom cakes could not arouse her interest.

I don’t know what happened.

"Aning." A clear and gentle voice sounded. Normally Aning would have stood up and responded cheerfully, but today she just lazily raised her eyelids, shrugged her shoulders, and responded softly.

In the past few days, Aning's condition has obviously weakened significantly. His whole body is sluggish, and even the moon sounds dim.

"are you sick?"

Ning Zhiyan spoke in a low voice. Seeing that she was drowsy, he suddenly came closer, closing the distance between them, and pressed his forehead against hers.

The warm touch on his forehead made Aning open his eyes wide in surprise, all his sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and he stared at him blankly for a few seconds.

Lowering her eyes, her eyes finally rested on his pale lips. She quietly brushed her hand on his face, raised her chin slightly, and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth without any warning.

After pulling away, she smiled and said, "It's sweet."

Ning Zhiyan froze on the spot, with a blush on his snow-white cheeks. He turned his head unnaturally, and his dark hair moved slightly with his movements.

His brain seemed to have stopped functioning, and the tree in his heart was already full of leaves. He pursed his lips, a little dazed, as if he was shy.

……shy?

In Aning's eyes, his appearance was that of shyness. She moved closer, put her hands around his waist, and smiled, like a cat that had successfully stolen something.

Since he has already taken the initiative, she must take the initiative to reciprocate the courtesy.

She asked him: "Ning Zhiyan, do you like me?"

The man being held was quiet for a while.

He looked at her, the glimmer in his eyes dissipated, his cold white hands gently hugged her shoulders, and with a clear voice, he replied: "Yeah... I like it."

She was the only person who could touch his heart in his more than twenty years in this world.

He thought that he liked her.

"Master, you can..."

As soon as Yan San came in, he saw the scene of the two embracing each other. He paused on the spot, and the soup in his hand almost spilled all over the floor.

"cough…."

Aning coughed and quietly distanced the two of them. Just as he was about to say something, Ning Zhiyan spoke first.

"Why didn't Yan San announce when he came in?"

Yan San looked confused, obviously you didn't close the door, okay?

What does it have to do with him? ? ?

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Off topic

Let me tell you a little bedtime story

Once upon a time, there was a little white rabbit and a little gray rabbit in the big forest. The little white rabbit said, tell me a sweet bedtime story, as other little animals have! The little gray rabbit was very melancholy. He actually didn't know what the bedtime story was, but he didn't want to disappoint the little white rabbit, so he worked hard to find the sweetest thing. He brought back the biggest carrot in the forest: This is it! It's very sweet! The little white rabbit shook his head. He carried the clearest spring water in the forest back: This is it! It's super sweet! The little white rabbit shook his head again. The little gray rabbit felt a little sad, feeling that he had not done this well. The little white rabbit suddenly blushed, hugged the little gray rabbit, and whispered into his long ears: There is no one sweeter than you in this world!

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I wish you all sweet dreams.