The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

"Finally no longer avoiding me today?" Heng Mei stretched her arms and wrapped An Xiaosui between the wall and her body, raising her eyebrows and chuckling.

"...I'm not avoiding you, I'm just busy with something." An Xiaosui lowered her head, not daring to meet Heng Mei's eyes, her heart beat faster, almost deafening.

"Really, do you just have something to do? Look at you, your forehead is sweating." Heng Mei said softly, rolling up the end of her sleeve to wipe An Xiaosui's forehead.

An Xiaosui unnaturally turned her head away to avoid a bright wrist stretched out by Heng Mei, and clasped her sleeves even more tightly with her hands, as if she was deliberately hiding something.

"No... no need, I'm going to get busy now." An Xiaosui replied slowly, covering her sleeves and was about to push away Heng Mei who was standing in front of her.

"Does my approach make you nervous?" Heng Mei pressed An Xiaosui's shoulders neatly, and pressed her whole body against the cold wall, enveloped by her own breath, she asked in a deep voice, looking Dangerous and persistent.

"It's not..." An Xiaosui denied subconsciously, but her chin was hooked by Heng Mei's finger, and she had to meet her eyes.

However, Hengmei's delicate red lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes, which were always breathtaking in the past, were now covered with mist, fragile and stubborn.

"Then why don't you dare to look at me? And why are you so afraid of me?" Heng Mei stepped forward to shorten the distance, which was not far away, and the two were so close that even the hot air on their faces could be clearly felt arrive.

The woman's soft waist was pressed up unexpectedly, An Xiaosha was so startled that she forgot to push back, the hand under the sleeve suddenly loosened, and something fell to the ground with a "boom".

"What is this?" Heng Mei leaned into An Xiaosui's arms, hooked her fingers, and the thing that fell on the ground was suspended in mid-air.

"..." An Xiaosui simply couldn't see it, closed his eyes and answered as if he were dead, "Wood carving."

"Your craftsmanship is pretty good. At this moment, the eyes are eyes, and the nose is nose." Heng Mei praised the wood carving.

"...you touched the eyebrows, I haven't figured out how to cut the eyes yet."

"..." Heng Mei's fingers touching her eyebrows paused, and soon she added with a normal expression, "I still wonder why the eyes are so small."

Heng Mei is good at telling nonsense with her eyes open, and An Xiaosui can only "...hehe".

"If you want to be a woodcarver, just tell me to do it, why are you avoiding me?" After finishing speaking, Heng Mei held An Xiaosui's right hand and lifted it between the two of them, full of pity He lowered his head and rubbed.

The rough palms rubbed against the smooth and tender skin, Heng Mei didn't mind, she gave An Xiao Sui a coquettish look in pity, then touched her hand, "Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh What are your hands like? If outsiders saw it, they would think I was treating you harshly." After speaking, An Xiaosui's palm returned to its original state.

An Xiaosui, who saw all this in his eyes, had moist corners of his eyes, bit his lip and didn't speak, just snatched the wood carving away.

"Little guy, are you angry?" Heng Mei couldn't figure out what kind of temper An Xiao Sui was having at this time, so she softened her tone and patiently coaxed her.

"..." An Xiaosui wanted to say no, but just as she was about to open her mouth, there was a dry feeling in her throat. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would not be able to hold back the tears, so she hurriedly closed her mouth, as if to appease her. Chao Hengmei shook her head.

Hengmei has done too much for her. An Xiaosui never thought that after she was betrayed by her ex-boyfriend, there would be such a person who would be willing to worry about gains and losses for her and carefully take care of her emotions.

"It's fine if you're not angry." Heng Mei stretched out her arms to hug An Xiaosui, pressed her head into her arms, and slowly stroked the back of An Xiaosui's head with her palms.

After an unknown amount of time, An Xiaosui, who was buried in Heng Mei's arms, muffled, "I'll give you this wood carving after I finish carving it."

"Huh?" An Xiaosui's voice was so low that Heng Mei couldn't hear it clearly.

"It's a gift from me...Moreover, it was originally engraved according to your appearance." An Xiaosui raised her head and met Heng Mei's loving gaze unexpectedly. Shy, she lowered her head and spoke softly.

"Hey... I didn't realize that your woodcarving was actually carved in my image?" Heng Mei asked back with dismay.

"..." An Xiaosui pushed Heng Mei away, stomping her feet angrily.

"Okay, okay, I will happily accept the little guy's gift." Heng Mei was still waiting to coax her, but An Xiaosui ran away without looking back.

Heng Mei withdrew her doting expression, stared at the northwest direction very seriously, and said in a deep voice, "You all come out."

"It seems that we came at the wrong time, and actually disturbed your flirting. Heck, it's really indecent for two women to flirt with each other."

"I think the two girls around you might disagree. Long time no see, Chong Guang."

In a certain palace in Xisheng, when Han Jing suddenly took out a small wooden box from his arms, Chi Ling and Mo Qinglan surrounded him curiously, wanting to find out.

"What's inside is a book, it's from the Xisheng Kingdom." Feng Ximing walked past Han Jing pretending to be profound, and took a seat not far from the table in a leisurely manner.

As soon as this remark came out, Chi Ling and Mo Qinglan looked at Feng Ximing in surprise, and at the same time put on a curious baby posture and waited to hear the following.

Feng Ximing accepted the two people's attention generously, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned triumphantly, and she was about to add fuel to the story of last night's experience, but before she could open her mouth, someone's faint words sounded beside her.

"That's right, a 'golden book' that cost me a high-grade spirit stone." Han Jing gritted her teeth and dismantled Feng Ximing's platform, thinking that such a novel book actually cost her a few high-grade spirit stones She couldn't help feeling another pain in her heart.

"Isn't it just a high-grade spirit stone? How can it be worth the value of this book?" Feng Ximing waved her hand quite indifferently, saying so, but she was sitting on a seat a few feet away from the wooden box He didn't move at all, and he didn't mean to join in the fun at all.

Han Jing secretly rolled her eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to Feng Ximing, and opened the wooden box with a key, and there was a book lying quietly inside, with only a few flamboyant calligraphy on the cover.

As a non-indigenous Han Jing, she didn't understand what was written on it. Thinking that she, a young white-collar worker in the 21st century, was now reduced to illiterate, she couldn't help but blushed, so she handed the book to Chi Ling beside her, "... …Ling’er, just take a look at what’s written on it.”

"Kyushu Strange Records should be the name of this book, and the author is called Shiwaike." Chi Ling took the book and flipped through it, her expression suddenly became serious, and even her brows became more and more wrinkled. .

"But what's wrong?" Mo Qinglan asked worriedly, her eyes fixed on the book in Chi Ling's hand.

Chi Ling didn't answer when she heard the words, and handed the book directly to Mo Qinglan. Mo Qinglan didn't refuse, picked up the book and read it seriously.

Seeing that Chi Ling's brows had been furrowed and unable to relax since she read the book, it frightened Han Jing who was always tied to Chi Ling.

She hurriedly moved closer, and asked warmly, "Ling'er, why are you frowning all the time, but is there something wrong with that book?"

Chi Ling just shook her head, "I'm fine, it's just that the things in that book are too absurd, and I can't accept it for a while."

Before Han Jing could continue to ask, she glanced at Mo Qinglan who was reading a book out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that her expression was not much better than that of Chi Ling, Han Jing was impatient and puzzled, "One or two of you are both What's the matter? What are the things in the book that you can't accept?!"

Chi Ling pursed her lips, as if she was still thinking about how to speak.Han Jing waited a little impatiently. Seeing Chi Ling's silence, she couldn't help turning her target to Mo Qinglan.

However, Feng Ximing, who was on the opposite side, already had the foresight to leave his seat and walked to Mo Qinglan's side, retorting defensively, "If there is any problem, you can't read by yourself, and you always trouble others to do something." Holding Mo Qinglan's shoulder, he asked in a low voice, "Lan'er, tell me what is said in this book, all of you have expressions like you are facing a formidable enemy, it's really worrying to see. "

"You don't know how to watch it yourself." Han Jing couldn't understand Feng Ximing's dog-legged appearance, thinking that she had finally found a place for her, so she buried her in a low voice.

"..."

I thought Feng Ximing would snatch the book arrogantly and read it for herself, but she didn't say a word, and two blushes flew up on her face inexplicably, if you didn't look carefully, you might not be able to see her strange.

Feng Ximing didn't answer, now it was Han Jing's turn to be puzzled, after a long time she exclaimed as if she suddenly discovered some big secret, "So you are as illiterate as I am!"

Feng Ximing heard the words, her neck flushed and she choked, "How can the princess of this palace be illiterate, but I understand the meaning of each word separately, and I can't understand them together!"

Han Jing finally caught Feng Ximing's handle here, and he would not let it go. He wanted to hit him hard again, but his hand was wrapped in a soft palm, and he pulled it lightly.

Han Jing tilted her head, brows and eyes softly closed, her gaze met Chi Ling's, and everything was kept silent.

"I gave you some books to read on weekdays, but you threw them aside and ignored them. Now I finally know that I can't lose face." Mo Qinglan closed the book, freed a hand to gently rub the phoenix, which is slightly taller than her, In Ximing's head, the tone of voice is both doting and helpless.

Feng Ximing lowered her head cooperatively so that Mo Qinglan could stroke her head.However, she can lose face and lose her aura. She curled her lips and snorted in displeasure, and tugged on Mo Qinglan's long sleeves coquettishly, "It's not that I don't like reading books, it's just that those books are too boring. It’s just a matter of reasoning, and I don’t like to take it too seriously.”

After all, Feng Ximing had a book in front of her eyes. She took the book from Mo Qinglan's hand in a daze, stared at the title on the title page in a daze, and before she could raise her eyes to look at the person beside her, that person Then he said leisurely, "Just take this book and read it."

At the end, Mo Qinglan whispered softly in Feng Ximing's ear, "The content is similar to the story you secretly read back then without knowing it as a teacher."

Just this one sentence made Feng Ximing's cheeks completely blush.