Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

Before Leng Xun could take a few more glances, Long Yin actually ran straight towards her.

Seeing that they were about to collide, Leng Xun hurriedly pulled Long Yin back, saying anxiously:

"Sister! Sister, please hide quickly..."

She didn't say anything, just turned slightly.

But as she turned sideways, Long Yin also turned a corner and seemed to be heading straight towards her.

"Long Yin, stop now...!"

Leng Xun suddenly felt something was wrong and subconsciously closed his eyes.

After a few seconds, I felt a tightening around my waist and a hand came around me.

He fell into a soft embrace.

A cool and light fragrance lingered at the tip of my nose, and a cool and pleasant female voice sounded in my ears.

"Dragon Yin?"

Leng Xun opened his eyes and met those gilded eyes.

Feeling the touch on his body and the woman's pink lips so close to him, his blood instantly froze and his ears buzzed and turned red instantly.

This is the first time in my life that I am so close to a woman.

Still, such a beautiful fairy sister...

Leng Xun jumped back instantly, staggering backwards with a red face.

"I, I don't mean to offend you! Please don't take it personally..."

He clasped his hands and feet in a panic, his tongue tied.

"………" The woman did not reply, but looked calmly at the Longyin Sword that was tightly pressed against Fengming's right hand.

Leng Xun also looked up, and saw that Long Yin seemed to be stuck on her sword, which had a rather rogue feel.

"Ah... I-I'll get it off right now!"

He looked apologetic, and his handsome face turned red with shame.

Leng Xun stepped forward, carefully raised his hand to hold Long Yin, and turned his face away, trying not to look at her.

But after pulling for a long time, I couldn't pull it off.

"It's useless. The resonance between the sword and the spirit takes at least a quarter of an hour, or at most several days."

That cold voice once again reached Leng Xun's ears, still so close.

"Oh oh... okay..." He pushed it away hurriedly, stroking his violently beating heart calmly and taking a deep breath.

Seeing that she didn't say anything else, but put the two swords in front of her eyes, Leng Xun took a breath and asked softly:

"You...are you a fairy from the upper world?"

When the other party heard this, he immediately curled up the corners of his lips.

She raised her head, and her breathtakingly beautiful face seemed to have a hint of a smile.

The long fiery red hair casually falls on the shoulders, and the exquisite black robe outlines the beautiful figure.

"Do you think I look like that?"

She asked back.

When he met her eyes, Leng Xun's ears turned red again.

He nodded in confusion and said softly:

"picture……"

This time she didn't say anything. She turned around, leaned her swords against the stone beside her, and sat down.

Leng Xun paused, then followed forward and sat on the ground at a distance.

It seems that Long Yin has to separate himself...

He turned his head to glance at the figure sitting quietly in the distance, with a bit of curiosity and shyness in his eyes.

What a beautiful sister...but why is she in this remote place?

Just as Leng Xun was lost in thought, her voice rang out again all around him.

Very light, very light:

"Dragon Roar Sword, how did you get it?"

Leng Xun came back to his senses and quickly replied: "My master passed it on to me."

"What's your master's name?"

Her gaze turned over and fell lightly on the young and handsome man in front of her.

He was dressed in white, still stained with dust, but his eyes were gentle, and he smiled and replied:

"My master is the best swordsman in the world, Daomie."

As expected, he is the son of an old friend (referring to Daomie). She nodded and spoke again:

"What about you? What's your name?"

Seeing that she was actually asking for his name, Leng Xun was stunned and replied, "My name is Leng Xun... the Xun that means looking for...

She just nodded and closed her eyes.

Leng Xun hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but asked in a low voice:

"Then...sister...can you tell me your name?"

The person in front of me always has an aura as calm as water, as if she has blended into the mountains, and she is like the owner of this place.

The cultivation level cannot be seen clearly and the thoughts cannot be understood.

But it's hard to look away.

She slowly opened her eyes, and looked at him with those calm golden eyes.

His lips moved slightly and he spoke softly:

"My name is Jiufang Zhaolin."