The autumn wind blew through the open windows, causing a creaking sound.
The fallen leaves are like a floating boat, whirling into the house, and when they are about to fall on the tip of the bedside boy's nose, they are gently held by a slender hand.
The house was quiet and peaceful. After experiencing countless trance dreams, Pei Ji was awakened by pain.
The bloodstains on his back were still painful, and his consciousness and consciousness were weak. He wanted to move, but found that he couldn't use the strength.
His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of cloth. He couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't use his spiritual sense to perceive the surrounding scene. The surroundings were pitch black, accompanied by bursts of tearing pain.
The strangest thing is that the voice that has existed in his mind since he was a child...
Can't hear it anymore.
Chengying disappeared.
He almost thought he was still dreaming.
Suddenly something soft poked his cheek.
Pei Ji recognized that it was someone's fingertip.
Once vision is gone, the rest of the senses are extra sharp.
That fingertip was icy cold, like a puddle of spring water, moved up from his cheek to the mole at the end of his eye, and poked it again.
Someone approached, laying his head on the head of the bed, pressing the mattress to sink slightly, and he smelled the familiar fragrance of gardenias.
"Pei Ji, Elder Wen is awake, why haven't you opened your eyes yet?"
Ning Ning spoke quietly: "Even if you open your eyes, I can't see it."
It was only then that Pei Ji realized that he was blindfolded, and even if he regained consciousness at this moment, he would not be discovered immediately.
Ning Ning supported his cheek with his free left hand, and slowly lowered his right hand to cover his face with his entire palm.
She didn't dare to use too much force. Today's Pei Ji's complexion is whiter than paper, and it seems that if he touches it with a little force, it will shatter.
Thinking of this, Ning Ning couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
When the death calamity came, she was drugged by Pei Ji and blindfolded. Although she could not see, she could clearly feel the spreading blood energy and the violent shaking of his body.
He didn't say a word before, in fact, he had planned everything for a long time, and wanted to use his own death to fulfill her.
... what a stubborn idiot.
But there is no one in the world who can treat her better than Pei Ji.
Their trip to the desert can be described as a heavy loss. A group of people went well, and when they came back, they were either seriously injured in a coma, or their spiritual power was exhausted.
Fortunately, with the help of the sand bandits, after some twists and turns, they finally sent everyone back to Pingchuan Town for healing.
As for now, seven days and seven nights have passed since that day, and their group returned to the Xuanxu Sword Sect. Except for Pei Ji, who was the most injured, everyone else had woken up.
"If you don't open your eyes," Ning Ning looked at his profile without blinking, and wiped the dark red tear mole at the end of her eyes with her fingertips, "you will become the last one."
On that day, the thunder was great, even if it was dazzling, it would feel extremely stinging, Pei Ji forcibly greeted the thunder, and of course his eyes were seriously injured.
In order to prevent being stimulated by strong light after waking up, the healed elder deliberately covered his eyes with a white cloth.
Because of the piece of gauze, the dark black anger between Pei Ji's brows was much smaller. Ning Ning could not see his eyes, only the bridge of his nose and the thin lips that were habitually pressed tightly.
Those lips were too pale, pressed down slightly, and cracked a few white light marks due to the dryness of the long illness.
She suddenly wanted to hug him and wanted to ask if Pei Ji was in pain. No matter what the answer was, she had to tell him that she was by his side.
More than ever before, he has been alone for far too long.
"I had a dream last night, and I actually dreamed of you."
Anyway, he fell asleep and lost consciousness, Ning Ning simply let go of his nonsense and said what was in his heart.
"Didn't you say rabbits and ducks before? I dreamed that a long time later, the two of us lived in a yard full of flowers - it was just the two of us, and it was our home."
When she said this, she always felt embarrassed, her ears were reddened by her own words, and while speaking, she pinched the thin flesh on Pei Ji's face: "We have a lot of pets, and one day I came home and found a rabbit There are so many ducks that they gather into waves, and you are caught in the middle and rushing around like a white ball."
No one responded.
"Ai."
Ning Ning lowered his head and almost whispered in his ear: "You said, will this dream come true? Our home—"
The last words were choked in his throat and he didn't say it.
- Pei Ji, who was lying still and flat on the bed, turned her head abruptly, and her white jade-like face just met the tip of her nose.
Without that gauze, she would definitely meet the black pupils of the boy.
Pei Ji's lips seemed to open, but he stopped talking.
Ning Ning's heart skipped a beat, and then beat wildly, as heavy as a drum.
He was... when did he wake up
Those words must have been heard.
Her hand was still on Pei Ji's face and did not move away.
"Want to have a home with you", such words... Obviously more shy than "like you", it is tantamount to the most straight-ball confession.
And she actually said it so openly.
Ning Ning felt hot all over and just wanted to bang against the wall.
"and then?"
Pei Ji spoke without warning, endured the pain and stretched out her hand, pressing her fingertips on her knuckles.
His voice was hoarse, and after a long pause, he said softly in a jerky but cherished tone: "Our home."
It was hard to describe how he felt when he heard those words.
"Home" was something he never dared to ask for.
The abuse and beating as a child was not a family, but when I met my biological father later, such a deformed and distorted relationship was not worthy of this word.
Pei Ji had long planned to be alone, and never imagined that one day, her eyes would turn red because of a simple Chinese character.
At that time, he was lying quietly on the bed, and was touched by the girl's gentle force.
Because of that sentence, every scar on the back that was deeply visible to the bone gradually disappeared, and the warm breath swept through the blood vessels of the whole body, wrapping his heart completely, so gentle that one wanted to cry.
He couldn't bear such a close distance any longer, and wanted to hold her tightly like never before.
The breath in the house froze for a moment.
"Pei Ji."
Pei Ji heard Ning Ning's voice, which sounded very close. She answered the wrong question, smiled faintly, and the words she spit out fell on his heart: "Your ears are so red."
The heart quivered in a panic.
His eyes were pitch black, and his sea of consciousness was cloudy, but Ning Ning looked down at him from a height and had a panoramic view of all his actions.
This is an extremely passive state.
Pei Ji didn't know anything about her next move.
He heard the rustling of clothes rubbing against each other.
A light wind blew past his ears.
The girl's soft lips quietly landed on his earlobe, licking the red that was almost dripping with blood.
Her breathing followed her earlobe and spread all the way to her neck, like fireworks that exploded a little, passing through every corner of his body recklessly.
Pei Ji's eyes were full of darkness, and she could only hold her breath as she continued to say, "It's also very hot."
In the endless darkness, he could hardly bear such bright colors.
But Ning Ning didn't stop, sticking to his ear, said very softly: "If we had a family, we would probably get along like this every day."
The throbbing in my heart spread rapidly.
It was as if countless weeds were growing wildly, making the chest unstoppable itching. The turbulent emotions are hard to restrain, and they are about to break through the shackles and break out of their hearts.
This is his favorite little girl.
How nice is Ning Ning.
He always had a smile on his face, so good that he could be proud of her from the bottom of his heart, she just had to stand there, and she was radiant.
Falling in love with such an unreachable person, his mind is clumsy and cowardly, and he has always only dared to stand in a dark and silent corner, staring at her shadow without saying a word, just like looking at the white moon on the horizon.
When Ning Ning smiled at him or touched him, it was Yuehua's brilliance, a few soft strands, and gently fell on him.
He was happy, but when he thought that this was all he could get, the joy shattered into sharp pieces that pierced his chest.
Pei Ji is an inferior and cowardly coward who hides himself in his shell. The moon is too far away. Sometimes he stretches out his hand in vain, but it is always out of reach.
Can't get it or touch it, thinking like crazy, but also used to suppressing instinct, pretending to not care much.
But suddenly one day, the bright moonlight swayed, and the white light fell like water, shining on this dark corner.
Incomparably gentle, like something that only happens in a dream, Ning Ning approached step by step and came to his side.
With just a simple smile from her, she can completely shatter the indifference that he has forced for so many years, and even her heart softens into a pool of water.
Her chuckle still echoed in her ears, and Pei Ji's throat rolled hard.
He suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse after being burned by the flame, and said solemnly: "Ningning."
Ning Ning didn't understand his intentions, so he replied softly, "Huh?"
In the quiet room, the girl's faint breathing sound rang out.
A hand could not help but wrap around her back, and when she pressed it, she fell into Pei Ji's chest.
The boy who was blindfolded by the white cloth took a deep breath and buried his head in the crevice of her neck.
If you can't see it with your eyes, you can feel it with your other senses.
The palm pressed down hard, the fingertips rubbed the raised butterfly bone, and the trace of the bone was outlined little by little.
The tip of her nose was filled with the scent of gardenia that belonged to her. It was not strong, and it was wrapped in the heat that gradually warmed up, like a slender hook, which was effortlessly wrapped around him.
… and ears.
Pei Ji heard Ning Ning's breathing, and sometimes it was itchy when he touched him, and he would unconsciously make a low breath.
The sound was like fire, burning his ears hot.
At this moment, Ningning belongs to him completely.
Thinking of this thought, he couldn't help his heart beating wildly.
As long as the object is her, even a pure hug is so captivating.
"You talk."
Pei Ji said, "I want to hear more of your voice."
Ning Ning's breathing gradually became steady.
She moved her head, her voice muffled in his thin clothes: "In the future, we will travel to all directions, and then choose a beautiful place to stay. Your cooking is so delicious, I can teach you the dishes of my hometown... Although I'm not very good at it."
He couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, lowered his head uncontrollably, and touched the girl's soft and delicate neck with his lips: "Well."
"By the way... He Zhizhou said, that day when the thunder came, you deployed the ancient sword formation."
His breathing, which had been flattened, became fragmented and disordered again because of his movements: "After the thunder calamity, a sword appeared beside you, the elder said... The elder said that it was the famous sword Chengying, which contained a sword spirit. It used to live in your sea of consciousness, but this time, it was forced out by the giant force."
Until this moment, the confusion and worry shrouded in her heart finally dissipated, and Pei Ji rubbed her chin: "Well."
He heard another sudden heavy breathing.
"Pei Ji."
His breathing and kisses were dense and dense, all of which landed on the most sensitive positions. Ning Ning took a shallow breath and tried his best to straighten his back: "Itching."
These three words were finished by her without any thought, and when the words fell, Ning Ning felt that something was wrong.
She spoke very quickly, and because of the slight tremor, the whole sentence became fragmented words, and the ending was swaying, too soft and soft.
Coupled with the coquettish tone, it sounds a bit too ambiguous.
Ambiguous to the point of blushing.
Pei Ji stopped abruptly, her ears redder even more.
Ning Ning just wanted to shrink himself into a ball and keep silent.
But she couldn't make the atmosphere more stagnant, so she could only bury her head slightly lower, and continued: "Your injury is the most serious, and you must not get up and move around in recent days, you know?"
Pei Ji became a lot more obedient, hugged her motionlessly, and replied seriously, "Yes."
When she said that, his actions now were almost cautious.
She was so cute that she was heartbroken.
"If you want to continue... that's okay."
Ning Ning's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last few words were inaudible.
But Pei Ji still heard what she said.
Her body became hot in that instant, and she told him timidly, "I don't hate... like that."
My heart skipped a beat, and suddenly a small flower bloomed in that barren and silent desert.
He heard Ning Ning continue to say: "Don't do such dangerous things by yourself in the future, okay? When I saw that lightning strike..."
When she said this, she was so choked up that she could not utter any words.
Pei Ji raised her hand and stroked up her cheek, touching the hot water droplets.
Ningning is crying because of him.
The teenager couldn't see her appearance, so he could only clumsily kiss and rinse the falling tears: "I know."
"you are always like this."
She seemed to be a little annoyed, and increased her tone: "I want someone to take care of everything, obviously I and everyone can help. If something happens to you, I-"
Ning Ning said for a while, gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "What should I do?"
It's totally different now than it used to be.
Pei Ji thought, at least he still has her.
Even for Ning Ning, he has to live well. Only by becoming as radiant as her can he be qualified to stand beside her.
"… I know."
He repeated it again in a very serious tone, his voice was hoarse, but he also had unstoppable tenderness.
This mutilated body is no longer owned by him alone.
Pei Ji is willing to give everything to her, and in the same way, keep it carefully for her.
The well-knotted right hand fell silently, gently grasping the girl's slender wrist.
Pei Ji moved her up gradually, his fingertips brushed the soft and thin clothes, and finally came to his chest.
On Ning Ning's palm, the violent force kept getting heavier.
It was his heartbeat, thumping, thumping.
"Did you hear that?"
Pei Ji's ears turned red, and she must have exhausted all the tenderness and beautiful words in her life before finally saying this last sentence: "This is yours."