Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

The hot breath sprayed on the earlobe, causing a slight itch.

Ning Xiyuan was about to break free, but Yan Qian'an held him even tighter.

"Don't leave me."

"Ning Ning."

The kiss cautiously fell on the earlobe, like a dragonfly touching the water, and left in an instant, like drifting smoke.

Ning Xiyuan was trapped in Yan Qian'an's arms, with the sound of violent heartbeats surrounding his ears.

The panicked frequencies can convey the most genuine emotions.

Ning Xiyuan's temper, which had just flared up, subsided again.

"I am here."

She hadn't seen anyone these days and she was feeling angry.

Countless sarcastic words circled around his lips and were swallowed back.

She just patted Yan Qian'an on the back and comforted him softly.

Like an insecure puppy.

Ning Xiyuan felt a little gloomy in his heart.

The strange feeling of separation when we first met gradually disappeared in this almost suffocating embrace.

A puppy is still a puppy, and just as clingy.

But now I have grown up and become more reserved. I no longer throw a tantrum when I am unhappy.

"Ningning..."

A vague voice sounded in Ning Xiyuan's ears.

Ningningningningningning...

This time, she seemed truly surrounded by the word.

Yan Qian'an's heart was beating violently, and even though he was immersed in the scent of the girl, he still felt scared.

Ning Xiyuan could hate him.

You can beat him, scold him, or even kill him.

But you must never abandon him again.

He hated the heavy snow. No one knew how scared he was when the girl stood in the snow and looked at him.

At that moment, the sky fell and the earth collapsed.

A heart-wrenching pain rose from the bottom of his heart, but he dared not hesitate any longer.

"Ningning..."

Even if you hold the person tightly in your arms, the fear cannot be eliminated and may even become more intense.

Warm tears dripped onto Ning Xiyuan's neck, but in the wind and frost, they lost their temperature and turned ice-cold in an instant.

But it was enough to make Ning Xiyuan's eyes widen.

"Hey..."

Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qi'an, but didn't move him.

The dampness and coldness in my neck grew more and more intense.

Not really.

"Yan Qi'an."

"Yan Qi'an!"

Ning Xiyuan called him twice, but to little effect.

He was like an indestructible shackle, unwilling to leave even the slightest gap.

Ning Xiyuan felt somewhat helpless. She gently patted Yan Qi'an's shoulder and softened her voice to coax him, "Yanyan, carry me back."

What's the point of standing in the snow in such a cold day?

It's not cold though.

The expression on Yan Qian'an's face relaxed for a moment, and his rationality was gradually returning.

But when I heard the word "Yanyan", my heart still trembled.

Everything that happened next was like an obedient puppet. He held her in his arms and walked back to the room filled with warmth.

The wind and snow were blocked outside the door, and when there was no longer any white in his eyes, Yan Qian'an's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.

As the fear subsided, the presence of the girl in his arms suddenly became more prominent.

Even though her body wasn't hot, he still felt it was burning.

Like a dream.

He was greedy for this moment of sweetness and walked to the soft couch, but was unwilling to let go.

No one spoke, the room was silent, and time seemed to have stopped.

Except for a few furry foxes that came over again and again.

Yan Qian'an resisted the urge to kick these annoying things away.

He can't do anything to love the person and the people in him.

"Don't you want to see me these days?" Ning Xiyuan asked.

She realized it.

There are some things she doesn't want to say, and Yan Qian'an will always keep them in her heart.

Ning Xiyuan adjusted his sitting position in Yan Qi'an's arms. Before he could move, the arm around his waist tightened instantly, but quickly loosened.

Yan Qian'an greedily wanted Ning Xiyuan to stay in his arms forever.

But this is impossible.

Those dark thoughts are just thoughts.

He can't.

He watched Ning Xiyuan change her posture and lean in his arms again, and Yan Qi'an couldn't suppress the ripples in his heart.

"Speak." Ning Xiyuan raised his hand, wiped the tear marks on Yan Qian'an's face with his thumb, and pressed hard on the corners of his eyes.

Yan Qi'an came back to his senses: "No."

He wanted to stick to Ning Xiyuan every day.

He was just afraid to face it.

He said that he wanted Ning Xiyuan to hate him.

But he simply couldn't face Ning Xiyuan's hatred.

He did not want.

Ning Xiyuan held Yan Qi'an's face with both hands and kneaded it gently: "Then are you afraid of me?"

She would always inadvertently feel Yan Qian'an's presence.

Want to see but hiding.

why?

The girl's hands were cold, but soft and delicate.

Yan Qi'an raised his hand and placed it on the back of Ning Xiyuan's hand, with his five fingers slightly together.

He craved such intimate contact.

When Ning Xiyuan asked him, he turned his head and avoided looking.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid you hate me."

Facing Ning Xiyuan, he was so weak and cowardly that he didn't even have the courage to talk.

Ning Xiyuan: "I don't hate you."

Haven’t I said this before?

Yan Qi’an: “…I don’t believe it.”

Ning Xiyuan took a deep breath and kept a smile on his face.

"Why should I hate you?" Ning Xiyuan withdrew his hand from Yan Qian'an's face.

If Yan Qianan said a few more words of disbelief, she was really afraid that she would not be able to help but hit him.

At such a young age, he suddenly can't understand what people say. Who can understand?

There seemed to be still some delicate touch on her face. Yan Qi'an put his arms around Ning Xiyuan's shoulders and quietly hooked her little finger.

"I used you."

Yan Qian'an didn't know where to put his eyes.

Whenever he talked about this, his heart felt as if countless insects and ants were gnawing at it, causing him excruciating pain.

Regret accompanied him every minute and every second.

Ning Xiyuan grabbed Yan Qi'an's hand and said solemnly: "It's nothing, we are using each other."

Eternal benefits.

She used Yan Qi'an and Yan Qi'an used her, this was all as it should be.

Yan Qi’an: “…I don’t believe it.”

Ning Xiyuan took a deep breath and tried to smile.

Yan Qi'an: "I don't keep my word."

It was his selfishness that unilaterally terminated their cooperation.

Ning Xiyuan: "...I don't hate you, for the last time."

She was surprisingly patient when facing Yan Qian'an.

If someone else had talked to her in a different way, she would have taken action long ago.

Ning Xiyuan's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the red marks at the corners of Yan Qian'an's eyes, and his heart softened a little.

She sighed and lightly touched the corner of Yan Qian'an's eyes with her fingertips.

Yan Qian'an's whole body was stiff, and his breathing became uncontrollably rapid. It was only a light touch, but the skin that was touched seemed to be wriggling, itching, and growing new flesh and blood.

"I was wrong, Ningning."

He suddenly buried his head in Ning Xiyuan's neck, his voice unclear.

"I will never do that again..."

Yan Qian'an grasped her dress on both sides with his hands, carefully keeping a distance, but eager to get closer.

Ning Xiyuan's fingers stiffened slightly.

The heart feels as if it is immersed in a hot spring, gently and warmly.

Ning Xiyuan Qingsang.

She wanted to comfort Yan Qi'an, in fact, breaking one's promise was not a big deal.

Neither of them is a true gentleman who is upright and noble.

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I have a question, what is the relationship between Qu Zhen and Yan Ming? Why did someone pair them up like this in the last chapter?