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

After being caught in the rain, Ning Zhiyan's face became paler. He waited for a while before opening his eyes, and his eyes fell on Aning's face again.

The woman's expression was very pale, her eyes were dull, and her dark eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Perhaps his gaze was too deep, and Aning raised her eyes to stare at him quietly. The distance between the two was not far, and she could clearly see the deep affection in his eyes.

His heart suddenly jumped.

She looked away in panic, tilted her head, her fair and shiny ears were quietly stained with crimson, her hands on her dress tightened slightly, and she pursed her lips.

She didn't understand what it felt like, but it was very subtle. She didn't hate it and was even a little happy.

Ning Zhiyan couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw her avoiding his sight. He put his hand into a fist like a fist and coughed a few times. His figure was a little shaken and his eyesight became a little dark.

What to do, she really doesn’t remember him.

"Are you ok?"

The woman didn't know what was happening to her. When she heard the sound of his coughing, before her mind could react, someone had already appeared in front of him, and her hand naturally patted his back.

But the man took advantage of this moment and reached out to gently take her other hand. The indifference between his brows and eyes suddenly disappeared, and he said a little aggrievedly: "Don't you remember me, Aning?"

Aning was slightly startled. The warmth in her palms made her open her eyes wide. Her long eyelashes flashed slightly, and her eyes were filled with light. After a while, she hesitated and said, "Do I... know you?"

Ning Zhiyan pursed his lips, his voice was a little hoarse, his tone was a little lonely, and his head was getting heavier and heavier. Before his eyelids collapsed, he said slowly with his remaining sense:

"Why don't you know me? Didn't you say you wanted to be my bride?"

After saying that, he tilted his head on the woman's shoulder, his long and sparse eyelashes fluttering gently like fluttering butterflies, and his warm breath hit the skin on her neck, causing a tingling sensation to sweep over her.

The woman's back was numb and she froze motionless. She instinctively withdrew her hand and tried to push away the person who fell on him.

She paused as soon as her cool fingertips touched his forehead.

It was very hot, and a trace of panic flashed across the woman's cold white face, and she was a little at a loss.

At this time, there was a voice in her mind that kept telling her, save him, save him, must save him.

She hurriedly helped him onto the bed and transferred her spiritual power to him without any hesitation.

A steady stream of spiritual energy entered the man's body, causing his originally pale face to instantly turn rosy.

Not long ago, she spent a lot of spiritual energy to escape from those who wanted to catch her, and now she has exhausted too much spiritual energy to save people.

The woman shook her head in an attempt to wake herself up, her steps began to wander, and her body began to sway. When the last bit of spiritual power was transferred to the man on the bed, she also fell on the edge of the bed due to lack of spiritual power.

The heavy rain outside the window lattice gradually stopped, and the bright moon parted the mist and mist to reveal its cool brilliance.

The man on the bed trembled his eyelashes and opened his eyes. He was in a daze for a while, and felt a numbness in his arms. He tilted his head and saw the woman lying on the edge of his bed through the moonlight, her eyes moving slightly.

Half of the woman's face was pressed into his hand, and only half of her bright white face could be seen. Listening to her faint breathing, Ning Zhiyan felt that the hole in his heart was filled instantly.

He stood up and moved his arms to take back his suppressed hand. Even though his movement was very gentle, the woman was still awakened by his move.

"you're awake."

Aning raised her wet eyes and stared directly at his face, sat down on the edge of the bed, put his hands on his cheeks, making them level with him, and then touched his forehead with his forehead.

It doesn't seem to be hot anymore.

After blinking, Aning still maintained this posture and said gently: "You are very different, I like it very much."

Such a close distance, coupled with this sudden confession, completely revealed the tenderness in Ning Zhiyan's eyes, and the gaze he looked at her gradually became hot.

His heartbeat was about to come out, and his pointed Adam's apple slid up and down. He said in a hoarse voice, with a low and clear tone: "What do you like about me?"

What do you like about him?

This question stopped her immediately. In fact, she didn't know what she liked about him, but there was a voice in the dark that kept guiding her to find someone here. Later, she followed the voice and found him.

And when she saw him, she felt inexplicably happy, and she also liked him inexplicably.

So why is this?

Aning withdrew the hand that was holding his face, and opened the distance between the two of them, with a faint look on his face, and his eyes filled with autumn water.

She said: "I don't know."

Anyway, I really like it.

"Then do you know who I am?"

Aning shook his head, not knowing.

Ning Zhiyan sighed slowly, seemingly helpless. It seemed that when she first came into the world, she said she liked him as soon as she saw him. Now that she doesn't remember him, she still says she likes him.

Is this relying on him?

However, he was happy with it. Since she came, as Yan San said, he has changed a lot. He who has no desires and desires has begun to have desires and needs.

However, during the three months she was away, the days seemed to last as long as years, and I felt more anxious and uneasy than ever before.

Perhaps the relationship between him and her was already destined. Whether it was Ning Zhiyan a hundred years ago or Ning Zhiyan now, she probably couldn't refuse him if he met her.

As his master said, some things are already predestined, and no one can change the cause and effect.

At this moment, Ning Zhiyan desperately wanted to know what happened a hundred years ago? Why is she still sealed in the sword as a sword spirit?

And where she has been in the past three months, why there is no trace, why she has lost her memory, and how did the blood stains on her body come from.

After seeing him silent for a long time, Aning had a blank face, his eyes were clear and bright, and his eyelashes were fluttering. He asked in a very soft voice: "Are you unhappy?"

The woman had jet-black hair and a beautiful appearance. She blinked her clear eyes and her tone was full of caution.

Ning Zhiyan suddenly thought of the cat he had raised when he was young. He had the same expression every time he wanted to please him.

His hand almost touched her uncontrollably, but he retracted it in a disguised manner, put his fist to his lips and pretended to cough, his frown opened, his light eyes could not hide his love for her, and his voice was gentle.

"Nothing unhappy."

She looked at him and asked, "Really?"

Ning Zhiyan suddenly smiled and said helplessly: "Really."

Seeing the slight smile on his lips, Aning felt relieved.

However, just as she was about to get up and leave, she heard the man ask her: "What if you are unhappy?"

If not happy.

Aning moved forward calmly, holding the bed with his hands and suddenly moved his face closer, staring at his face, thinking seriously about something.

This made Ning Zhiyan embarrassed. He felt that the air was thin and his breathing was heavy.

She moved forward a little further, and her warm lips touched his face. After pausing for a moment, she leaned her head back and looked at him: "Will this make you happy?"

Ning Zhiyan froze, staring blankly at the person in front of him, seemingly in a trance.

Aning raised her hand and waved in front of him, and moved her face closer. Feeling the flicker in his eyes, she blinked her eyelashes and said, "Don't you like it?"

After coming back to his senses, the man held the hand that was shaking in front of his eyes. His clear and clear eyebrows were smiling, his thin lips moved, and his voice was bewitching.

"I like it very much."