Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Oh, you are not here, so is this sound a ghost?

Oh, thank you for the reminder, it just said that it forgot something.

The next second, with a snap, An Xuan saw with her own eyes the connection between her and the system turn black.

"..."An Xuan was so angry that she laughed. She now had a lot of traditional Chinese culture that she wanted to output to her small system.

However, at this moment she didn't care about the small system that didn't remind her. An Xuan raised her head slightly and secretly glanced at Ji Qingye, who had a sullen face and eyes full of inquiry towards her.

Now that she has been seen, she can no longer act as a gentle and pitiful little white flower, so she might as well return to her original appearance.

An Xuan grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall. She took his hand and blew on the small wound: "Ji Qingye, I didn't expect you to be so fierce when fighting. You are much more interesting than your usual cold appearance~"

Ji Qingye let her hold his hand, looked at her solemnly for a while, then snorted and laughed, and his tone changed from the previous cold and indifferent tone of a high-class flower to a slow and seductive tone, with a hint of malice, and leaned close to her ear and said, "Really? Then, young lady... do you like it?"

In fact, he was a little nervous.

"Of course... I like it." She smiled and pulled her hand back, grabbing his collar with both hands and pulling him close: "From today on, my treatment will not only be holding hands, I will also hug you."

After saying that, An Xuan hugged his waist with both hands and put her face on his chest. The hug really made her feel more comfortable than holding hands: "Ji Qingye, I have never been a white flower. If you can't accept it, tell me immediately. Our employment ends here. I won't force you."

"An Xuan, I'm not a good person either." Ji Qingye grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hands hanging by his side.

Now, his appearance of a weak and good student is just a mask he wears in front of his adoptive father and outsiders. Relying on violence to solve problems is his way of dealing with the world. When he was in junior high school, he was actually a very troubled person. He smoked, fought, and skipped classes.

Hearing this, An Xuan laughed out loud: "So, we are still the same kind."

Ji Qingye thought to himself, is she the same kind as the young lady? He couldn't ask for more.

"Ji Qingye, I will give you an extra 5,000 yuan salary every month, which is not included in the medical expenses. It is just the money you pay for being my bodyguard. Can you give me a hug?" An Xuan raised her head and asked for his opinion.

Hugging him could no longer relieve her current symptoms, she wanted to be hugged by him.

Ji Qingye lowered his eyes and glanced at her, raised his hand to press the back of her head, pressed her head back to his chest, then gently hugged her with both hands, and threatened in a low voice: "No need to pay, you give me money, and don't hold my hand in the future."

An Xuan smiled secretly and said, "It's not up to you to decide whether to have the relationship or not. It's up to me, the employer, to decide."

After hugging Ji Qingye for half an hour, An Xuan felt that all the discomfort in her body was gone. Sure enough, hugging was a better way to relieve the pain than holding hands.

Feeling the force on his waist loosen, Ji Qingye had no choice but to let her go and asked her with concern: "How do you feel?"

"It's okay, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore."

"That's good."

Ji Qingye picked up the schoolbag on the ground and walked out of the alley with her.

The driver sent her a message to tell her that there was a traffic jam and it would take some time to arrive, so Ji Qingye waited with her on the roadside.

Only after watching An Xuan get on the car and drive away did Ji Qingye turn around and go to the nearby bus stop to wait for the bus to go to the hospital to take care of Qian's father.