Pei Ji stood alone in the tub.
Under the steaming heat, the boy's pale and thin skin was gradually dyed a light pink color, and he raised his hand unaccustomed to touch the warm water beside him.
Mother hates dirty things and orders him to take a bath every day.
Washing needs a lot of water, and she naturally doesn't want to waste time heating it, so what Pei Ji can touch is mostly cold water directly from the river.
Cold is nothing compared to scars.
From the initial trembling, Pei Ji gradually became a habit in the future. He was used to cold water, and when he was here, he felt a little cautious and uncomfortable.
It is no longer the icy torture, now there is heat lingering in every corner of the body, and the warm current swept through the limbs, making it unreal.
His body became very strange.
The bloody wounds were nowhere to be seen, but there were many dark brown scars inexplicably - either way, they didn't look flattering.
"Have you not touched hot water for a long time?"
Chengying's voice sounded in her ears, and Pei Ji raised her head and looked at the pitch-black long sword placed on the table.
Ning Ning said that he had lost part of his memory. In those forgotten days, Chengying, who was a sword spirit, had left his body and turned into the most authentic form of a long sword.
She didn't lie to him, when he grows up, he can really use a sword like Ning Ning.
"Hey, I haven't seen you like this for a long time. I still have a little—no, I miss you very much."
Chengying's form has changed, but his mouth is still keen on Papapa: "Come, come, Pei Xiaoji, call me brother Chengying!"
Last night, Pei Ji and Ning Ning made an agreement, and since returning home, they have been secretly poking and smiling.
It could see the mind of this kid at a glance, couldn't hold back the tsk tsk and teased, and said it happily, it was put into the sword box by Pei Ji.
If it wasn't for Ning Ning letting it out and letting him talk to Pei Ji, Chengying would never have seen the stinky boy so innocent and ignorant.
It was in high interest, and planned to continue joking, but suddenly heard Ning Ning calling from outside the house: "Pei Ji, are you finished washing? If you stay any longer, the water will be cold."
The boy who was in a daze blinked and tried to turn up the volume so that she could hear: "… um."
*
The pajamas that Pei Ji was wearing were bought by Ning Ning at the foot of the mountain.
At that time, his body size had shrunk suddenly, and it was impossible for a child to wear an adult's wide robe, so before looking for a master, Ning Ning went down the mountain to buy some necessities suitable for children.
Such as shoes, snacks and various clothing items.
This pajama is made of celestial silk and down feather cotton. It has the effect of containing heat. It is soft and soft to the touch, and you can feel the delicate little pom-poms.
When the skin touched it, it was as warm as being wrapped in clouds.
Ning Ning waited outside the house for a long time, and when she saw Pei Ji push the door open, she glanced down and was so cute that her mind went blank.
Compared with the later teenagers, the boy's facial features are not as cold and beautiful as his, and there are more characteristics on the face, which are ignorant and immature only for children.
He was frail, with a small face and thin face. He was wrapped in the soft pajamas of white flowers, inexplicably like a cat with only its claws taken away.
The excessively white skin seemed to have been washed by Xuezhuo, and the long eyelashes had a wet water color, and further down, there were clear black pupils that were free of impurities, and thin lips that were pursed nervously.
Perceiving her gaze, Pei Ji lowered her head crampedly, and a hint of red on her earlobe was faintly revealed in her scattered black hair.
The lady is so cute!
Ning Ning almost reached out to rub his face, but for fear of scaring the children, she had to restrain her right hand.
She couldn't help teasing her, took a few steps closer to him, and said with a chuckle, "I played with you all day today, shouldn't Pei Ji express her gratitude?"
The boy was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly replied, "Thank you... Thank you."
Apart from this "thank you", he had nothing to give her.
This fact made him a little sad, and his heart ached, and sure enough, not long after, he heard Ning Ning's response: "A thank you is not enough."
Frightening loss came in an instant, but before the emotion spread, Ning Ning stretched out his right hand and wiped away a drop of water left at the end of his eye for him.
She looked at Pei Ji's eyes, and when she laughed, her pupils were like rippling springs: "You should say, 'Thank you sister'."
really weird.
Everyone I met today is scrambling to call him "brother and sister".
Cheng Ying finally couldn't help shouting: "Ning Ning! You are taking advantage of him! Pei Xiaoji don't yell, Mom I won't allow it! No! Allow! Allow!"
The boy's long eyelashes trembled, and his thin lips, which were dyed light pink by the water vapor, parted slightly.
Even if it really will be taken advantage of... But once the object is her, there seems to be no reason to refuse.
In other words, "being taken advantage of by Ningning" itself, Pei Ji is not disgusted.
"thanks-"
Ning Ning listened intently, watching Pei Ji's face blushing in front of him, and calling her in a very light and slow voice: "Sister."
Chengying was extremely angry and humming, Ning Ning was proud of the spring breeze and touched the child's wet black hair.
what.
Ning Sheng was complete, and only hoped that after Pei Ji regained his memory, he could treat this as never happened.
Ning Ning took Pei Ji to see the mountains and snow today, and later accompanied him Yujian to the foot of the mountain for a stroll. After eating and drinking, it was dark now, and when he finished washing up, it was time to go to bed.
"Remember not to kick the quilt. If you are afraid of the dark, the candle in the corner will not be blown out."
Ning Ning watched the child obediently go to bed, and stretched out his hand to gently press the quilt for him: "Are you afraid of being here alone?"
She thought Pei Ji would shake her head.
But the boy on the bed looked at her quietly, his eyes round and big on his little cheeks. He was silent for a while, seemingly hesitant, and nodded silently.
There was a hint of hope in his eyes.
Pei Ji lost his memory. For him, the little girl in front of him was just a strange sister who he had just known for less than a day. Ning Ning thought that if he offered to sleep with him, it would only make Pei Ji feel uncomfortable.
She knows how to control the proportions, and bowed her head: "Then you sleep on the bed, and I will sit at the table to rest, okay?"
Pei was silent for a moment, and his eyes secretly responded with "um".
The candlelight in the corner was blocked by the screen, and only a faint shimmer as thin as a veil was revealed. Pei Ji was very good when she slept, lying quietly on the bed without making a single sound.
Today's changes were too great. Ning Ning couldn't fall asleep for a while, lying in front of the table in a daze. Without warning, he suddenly noticed an extremely weak demonic energy.
… correct.
Because of his bloodline, Pei Ji will be disturbed by demonic energy.
The sleepiness that had been brewing for a long time dissipated in an instant, and Ning Ning looked up at the bed not far away: "Pei Ji?"
No one answered.
She was anxious and stepped forward, only to find that Pei Ji had shrunk into the quilt, curling her body into a small ball just like in the morning.
Under the light of the candle, there was a black air entwined in his long hair, which overflowed from the bedding.
The demonic qi surged up, and the meridians of the whole body would be tortured. Pei Ji, who was a teenager, had to grit his teeth and try his best to survive, not to mention this child who can't even hold qi.
Ning Ning reached out to lift the quilt, but found that there was another force holding the quilt—
Pei Ji held down the quilt tightly, preventing her from opening it.
"Pei Ji."
There was no impatience in her tone, and through a layer of quilt, she gently coaxed him in a very close place: "Be good, come out."
This voice was like a bewitching voice, and the boy who was tortured by the severe pain was in a trance, and he almost obediently lifted the quilt.
But he didn't want Ning Ning to see him like this.
Right now, everyone hates the Demon Race, and they just want to kill them and then hurry up, not to mention the fact that he looks terrible now. If he is seen by others, it will only increase the boredom.
Pei Ji didn't want to scare her, let alone be hated by her.
The surging demonic energy swept through the internal organs and swept through the internal organs. Everywhere it passed, it was full of knife-like stinging pains. Pei Ji didn't know how to relieve it, so he could only bear it.
He Mingming... Mingming has tried very hard not to make a sound, why is she still found out that something is wrong.
The bedding was filled with pain and darkness, the pain intensified, and the boy had begun to tremble uncontrollably.
Suddenly, something crept in from under the quilt beside him.
Instead of humiliating, beating and scolding like her mother, Ning Ning's hand clumsily explored in the bed, from his shoulder down, and finally held Pei Ji's palm.
The breath he had never felt before was slowly introduced into his body.
She is touching him.
The spiritual power was gentle and clear, and silently wiped away the soaring demonic energy in the body. Pei Ji dazedly felt the temperature from her and forgot to tremble for a while.
After the pain subsided, he listened to Ning Ning whisper: "Come out?"
This is an irresistible tone.
The beige quilt moved slightly, and the boy bit his lower lip secretly, lowered his head and lifted the quilt, exposing his curled body.
Pei Ji didn't dare to look at him.
But Ningning was getting closer.
Through the terrifying layers of black mist, Ning Ning took him into his arms.
"Yeah... sorry."
Pei Ji trembled all over, and her voice trembled uncontrollably: "I am..."
He is a descendant of the Demon Race.
His current appearance must be ugly, his eyes are blood-red, black-filled, with blue veins suddenly rising, hideous and terrifying.
Once in the cellar, demonic energy would also occur every now and then. At that time, my mother would be furious, watching his ugliness with a cold eye, and spit out merciless sarcasm and curses from his mouth.
Demons, villains, monsters, and more unpleasant words.
Finally someone was willing to smile at him and hug him carefully.
He didn't want Ning Ning to be like his mother, and even touching him felt disgusting.
The strength that hugged him gradually increased.
The candle was flickering, and his ears were his embarrassed panting and whimpering, as well as Ningning's sigh: "Apologizing for what? 'I'm sorry' is not used like that."
"It's just magic, it's no big deal."
Her palms stroked Pei Ji's back again and again, until his trembling became lighter and lighter: "Like sword qi, Dao qi, and all the other messy qi, the devil qi itself is useless. To say it really should be hated Yes, it should be the people who use it to go down the wrong road - even if it is sword energy, once it falls into the hands of bad people, it is also annoying."
How could Ning Ning not understand what he was thinking.
When Chengying lost his memory of being an ancient sword, he was no different from an ordinary middle-aged uncle, who knew nothing about demonic energy. When the demonic energy was surging, it couldn't make any useful suggestions other than trying to comfort Pei Ji.
Therefore, the only source of Pei Ji's cognition of demonic energy is his mother.
How could that woman say anything good.
Her heart was sour and astringent, and her tone was unprecedentedly serious: "You are not a bad person... I don't hate everything about you."
Pei Ji's back stiffened.
The endless stream of spiritual power is like flowing water, rising from the spine, along the meridians and blood vessels, and gradually flowing through the body.
Ning Ning said to him, "I'm here, I'll be fine, don't be afraid."
A warm torrent swept up, wrapping the boy completely. At this time, Pei Ji was still young, but he had learned to disguise a cold and hard shell. It should be sturdy and indestructible, but at this time, it was easily smashed to pieces, revealing the heart that was huddled in the corner.
Those humble and cowardly wishes that only appear in dreams suddenly came true, his eyes were hot, and his long eyelashes blinked, sweeping down a drop of water.
Pei Ji has experienced countless beatings, scoldings and demonic energy, and has long been accustomed to pain. No matter how difficult it is, he can grit his teeth and endure it, even if he faints, he will not cry out in pain.
Only this time, Pei Ji shed tears.
Tenderness is always stronger than pain.
When the demonic energy receded, Pei Ji was exhausted and had little energy left.
Ning Ning wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Are you sleepy?"
This time he didn't shake his head or nod.
The weak and pale boy had a messy breath, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. He stared into her eyes with wet eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed Ning Ning's sleeve.
Pei Ji was still shy and didn't say a word, but Ning Ning quickly understood what he meant: "You want me to stay... with you?"
He wanted to nod.
However, before there was any response, the thin boy was hugged again, but in the blink of an eye, he was already lying on the bed.
Ning Ning's body has the elegant and sweet fragrance after bathing. Pei Ji is used to the bloody smell in the cellar and can rarely smell the sweet fragrance.
It's incredible, her body is actually softer than a quilt.
Pei Ji pressed closer subconsciously, and heard Ning Ning chuckle: "Go to sleep."
She said, "Pei Ji, have a good dream."
The boy closed his eyes and leaned against her.
Pei Ji didn't tell her that all the dreams he had had were not as wonderful as today.
*
Ning Ning slept lightly, and in the middle of the night, she was awakened by a slight movement.
The candle went out at some point, and through the moonlight, she saw Pei Ji's face.
She is more familiar with the face of the young Jun Xiu.
He lowered his voice very low and apologized: "Wake you up?"
Ning Ning was hugged by him, sleepy: "When did you wake up?"
As she had done before, Pei Ji touched her head: "Not long ago."
Compared with the body, Pei Ji's memory has to be restored first.
At that time, Ning Ning fell asleep. Although he had lost his memory, he closed his eyes, but he did not fall asleep—
He was never carried to sleep when he was a child, not to mention that her remnants remained in his ears, and every moment was precious, how could Pei Ji be willing to fall asleep.
Then his memory recovered, he sensed the flow of spiritual power in his body, and secretly got out of bed, took off his clothes, and put on his original nightgown.
Today, there are all kinds of things, all of which are clearly kept in my mind.
He carefully hid the petal in the cabinet and couldn't help touching it for a long time, thinking about what life would have been like if he had met her earlier.
But fortunately, he met Ning Ning when he was a teenager.
When he was a child, he only had endless suffering, and he could not give her anything. Pei Ji didn't want to live under the protection, he wanted to protect the girl in his heart.
On Wangyue Peak, Ning Ning was only half right.
Even if he has the power to surpass the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, he will always willingly succumb to her tenderness.
"Ningning."
In his voice, there was still the hoarse cry not long ago. It was originally a clear and clean voice, but now it was a little softer like a coquettish: "I like you very much."
"I already knew that."
When Pei Ji spoke, her chest trembled slightly, and even the slightest tremor could be clearly perceived by Ning Ning.
She became sleepy and whispered jokingly: "Why, did you only find out that you like me very much today?"
"no."
Pei Ji lowered her head and stepped back a little so that she could see Ning Ning's face.
In the long silent night, her eyes seemed to glow.
"I love you every day."
He pressed his lips to her forehead and moved down gently and slowly. It was a cold and dark winter night, and the temperature on her thin lips passed through her skin, and that touch was extraordinarily real and intense.
Heat finally covered the girl's lips.
Pei Ji's strength was very light, and he deliberately touched it and then moved it away, like the lingering drizzle of a spring day, pattering and tickling.
In his tone, I don't know when there was a little more unspeakable desire: "Tonight is different."
The spring rain fell suddenly and heavily.
The chaotic breaths are intertwined with each other, and it is impossible to distinguish which side of each other comes from. Pei Ji heard the long breathing that sounded in the night, and Ning Ning in her arms clung to the front of his shirt.
He was almost unable to contain the surging thoughts.
I want to get close to her, I want to kiss her, I want to tell her this joy, there are too many thoughts like this, and it is about to overflow from my chest.
After the kiss, Ning Ning's face was already crimson.
She has gradually become accustomed to kissing. Although her heartbeat is still racing, she will not be so nervous that she dares not move. She is secretly adjusting her breathing, wanting to ask him what is different tonight, when she suddenly hears Pei Ji panting slightly and calling out Voice "Ningning".
He likes to call her by her name very much. The two simple overlapping sounds are always a little docile and nasal when they are pronounced.
Pei Ji kissed her on the forehead, Xu Shi felt that the next sentence was so straightforward that it was almost frivolous, and used Jianxiu's unique, serious and serious tone: "Tonight... I can't help it."
He didn't know what to think, and his movements suddenly stopped.
Under the moonlight, the boy's cheeks were bright red.
Pei Ji curled the corners of her mouth, making a low, smirking voice from her throat, rubbing her thin lips against hers, and said hoarsely.
It seemed like a whisper, and it was like a joke, he read those two words in a deep voice, and the ending rose: "Sister."
This is obviously a small revenge, and I don't know who is taking advantage of whom.
The ears and blood exploded heavily, and Ning Ning curled up his toes spinelessly, almost melted by the heat on his face.