When Ning Ning woke up, she first smelled a cold muzhixiang.
She knew whose breath it belonged to, and when her consciousness was chaotic, she thought: No way, why does she smell like Pei Ji even in her dreams
… Although I have occasionally dreamed of him before.
He couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold, and his brain was dizzy, like a rusted gear.
This unreal feeling is like an extreme dream, Ning Ning just thought it was a dream, trying his best to distinguish the current scene.
Something was jumping up and down, hitting her chest itchy, and the breath that enveloped her body was warm and soft, making her unable to help trying to get closer, stretched out her hands and hugged it a little bit.
Ning Ning continued to think quietly in her dream. It turned out that Pei Ji felt like this when she hugged her. She thought it would be like a jagged piece of wood.
But it does seem to be too thin, and if you touch it casually, it is a bone of a man. She has to take him to eat more delicious food—
No, can dreams be the same as reality
In reality, how could Pei Ji be willing to let her touch and cuddle like this recklessly.
The young man's body was thin and slender, and when he was hugged, it felt a little soft and warm.
The closer Ning Ning got to him, the more he felt that the chill in his body was gradually fading away, and his aching head finally regained some clarity.
I don't know what the real Pei Ji will look like when hugged.
While thinking wildly, she buried her head in the other's neck so as to grab more aroma and heat.
The man's heart beat faster, and his body was obviously stiff.
In a trance, Ning Ning heard Pei Ji's voice: "Don't be afraid."
Um? As if it was different from a dream, I could hear it very clearly.
At this moment, her brain got stuck, and it was during her stupefied effort that a sharp pain came from the back of her head again.
Do you feel pain in your dreams
Like, probably, maybe not.
Ning Ning's head suddenly sobered up with a bang, and she kept her previous posture and didn't dare to move.
No way.
Isn't this a dream? She really hugged Pei Ji tightly, and was still rubbing against him? The soft and hot thing she is sticking to now... is it really him
Ning Ning's body was filled with heat because of the wind and cold.
Now these airflows are converging upwards, and a brain is gathered on the cheeks.
She was so panicked that she didn't know what to do, and Pei Ji's voice came from her ears again, maybe it was an illusion. His voice was much lower than usual: "I will kill it for you."
Then he stroked his head, and an elixir was sent into his mouth.
The soft touch gently swiped from the center of the lips to the corners of the lips, Ning Ning guessed what it was, and was so confused that he could only hold his breath and closed his eyes, pretending to be still asleep.
If Pei Ji found out that she was still awake, Ning Ning would really be ashamed to see him again.
He has always let go of his own injuries, and naturally he has never taken care of others. Pei Ji's movements were stiff and slow, and she hugged her again.
Ning Ning's head was itchy.
Thinking about it, he buried his chin between her hair, and the palm covering the back was secretly exerting force, but he was extremely restrained.
Pei Ji's mouth is really stupid. After thinking about it for a long time, it is not romantic at all if she is still extremely jerky when she speaks.
"Don't be afraid. I won't… let you hurt again."
His voice was very soft, like a whisper among lovers, with a slight trembling, inaudible.
But when these straightforward and simple words fell into Ning Ning's ears, it was like a breeze blowing past, making her eyes slightly astringent.
She hadn't felt this way in a long time.
The days in the comprehension world are busy and intense every day, with cultivation upgrades, secret realm breakthroughs, and magical treasure competitions. Although she laughs when she gets along with others, she occasionally thinks of her previous life.
Mom and Dad, the furry cats and dogs at home, and friends who talked about their ideals and future with each other.
It was a completely different life from today. She lived surrounded by family and friends, and as long as she reached out her hand, she could touch the care and love.
Later, he came here by accident and became a person who was out of tune with the whole world. He had to slowly learn to bite the bullet and run alone.
Ning Ning never thought that someone would tell her so carefully that she would not be hurt again.
... Why do you have to say such nasty things in a serious manner.
The grievances and loneliness she had accumulated for a long time pierced a small hole in her heart, and poured out unscrupulously. By the time she reacted, the tears had already fallen unconsciously.
Pei Ji must have sensed the wetness in her chest, and her body was obviously tensed up.
Then the front of the shirt was gently grabbed, and the girl in her arms moved her head and raised her head with red eyes.
Ning Ning's face was as pale as thin paper, making the dizzy pink in her eyes even more intense.
A pair of bright almond eyes, full of water color, glowed with a faint light in the sparks that were indefinitely bright and extinguished, rising and falling.
Just being looked at like this made his heart panic and throw away his armor and armor, softening into a puddle of mud.
Pei Ji didn't know what to do.
Ning Ning also felt a little embarrassed.
It was impossible for her to tell Pei Ji honestly that she pretended to be asleep for a while, and was moved to cry by his words.
After all, as a senior sister, you want face.
A moment of silence.
The little girl in the firelight took a breath, looked at him with wet eyes, and in a blink of an eye, tears flowed down her fair cheeks: "...It hurts."
There was hesitation, timidity, and a vague coquettish tone in his tone.
What's more, she was still lying on top of him, and all her warm breaths fell on Pei Ji's neck when she spoke.
Scratching his heart and his lungs, the ambiguity made him feel hot.
Pei Ji's throat moved, and she lowered her eyes to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
He just wanted to draw his sword immediately and smash the bastard who hurt her into tens of thousands of pieces.
He had calluses on his fingertips, and when he brushed across Ning Ning's delicate face, the girl hurriedly blinked.
After a very short stagnation, two voices sounded in the cave at the same time:
"You just woke up?"
"I just woke up."
As soon as he finished speaking, he fell silent again.
One of them wanted to ask questions and the other wanted to explain, but they happened to bump into each other, so it was inevitable that they wanted to cover up.
Oh shit, how could this happen! Isn't it more embarrassing now? Pei Ji, shut up!
Ning Ning was deeply remorseful and just wanted to bang bang against the big wall. When he was unprepared, the back of his head was suddenly pressed lightly, and the whole person fell into his arms.
This really doesn't look like something Pei Ji would do, she almost thought he was being robbed of his soul.
And his palm was still on Ning Ning's back, and his chest was buzzing when he spoke, and his voice was very dull: "Don't move."
Oh.
Ning Ning obediently leaned against Pei Ji's chest without making a sound or moving.
Seemingly calm, in fact, nervous like a zombie.
Ten fingers quietly rubbed the thin clothes, Ning Ning was wondering about his next move, and suddenly noticed that there was a spiritual power slowly gathering, like a warm and gentle water flow, silently soaking her skin.
Clean and comfortable, it belongs to Pei Ji's breath.
He gathered his spiritual power at his fingertips, and used the way of transcending power to eliminate the cold air in her body.
Her fingers slowly slid down her spine, and every movement could be sensed by her incomparably clearly.
Ning Ning was so close to the opposite sex for the first time, when he touched his sensitive lower back, his breathing stopped subconsciously, and his right hand gripped his shirt tightly.
It has to be said that this is a very effective treatment.
For cultivators, wind-cold entering the body is not a serious disease. Pei Ji's spiritual power is clear and gentle, and it silently penetrates into her body from every pore of her body.
The warmth is strong, melting deep into the skin, blood, and even the marrow, bringing indescribable extreme enjoyment. Occasionally, a gentle twist on the opposite side provokes the most sensitive senses in her body, making her tremble all over.
Weird feeling.
It was as if the whole person was wrapped in warm feathers, and there was a fragrance of wood plants beside her. Sometimes there was a bit of refreshing air, but it wasn't cold, and she couldn't help but want to get closer.
And Ning Ning did follow her heart and pressed Pei Ji tighter.
Pei Ji: "..."
Pei Ji's long eyelashes drooped, hiding the dark thoughts in his eyes: "Which floor did you go to before?"
"Fifty floors."
The girl in her arms laughed stupidly: "It's very cold there, there are snowflakes everywhere, the most powerful monster in the level is a big black shadow, although it's very tricky, but it's still defeated by everyone - I'm great Right? How about you?"
Then it is dead.
Pei Ji's full of anger has nowhere to vent, frowns irritably, and when she hears her speech, she responds patiently: "Well, it's very powerful."
He didn't even notice it himself, what a condoning and gentle tone, like coaxing an unhappy child: "I met a fox demon, and it's nothing to worry about."
Ning Ning had a fever, and most of his thoughts were confused. Hearing this, he hummed and said with a smile: "Then you are great too - Pei Ji will become the most powerful person in the cultivation world, really."
It's hard not to be moved by such simple and sincere words.
He didn't say a word, only a puddle of soft water remained in his chest.
Then in the next moment, the pupils shrank suddenly.
—Another spiritual force spreads along his chest, not like his rich and steady, but light and fluttering, like feathers fluttering on the skin.
Ning Ning guessed that Pei Ji was also injured in the battle, and tried to appease him in this way.
But she was confused and inexperienced, and the effect was counterproductive.
The spiritual power swayed around like a solid body, wandering all over the boy's body, like a woman's soft fingertips. Sometimes when he exerts his strength secretly, it flows into his body unimpeded and overflows in the blood.
It draws out numb electric currents, which burst in the depths of the most sensitive nerves.
Cheng Ying trembled and screamed: "My God, this, this, this is not good! Pei Xiaoji must hold on, calm down!"
However, Ningning himself was unconscious, bored in his arms, and smiled expectantly and asked, "Are you comfortable?"
Pei Ji closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"… Ning Ning."
"Um?"
Ning Ning looked up from the socket of his neck, unable to see Pei Ji's expression, only the smooth neck and jawline.
The arc of his Adam's apple rolling is beautiful.
The light powder soaked in the neck is also very beautiful.
Pei Ji called her name, but she didn't know what to say for a while. She was silent for a long time, and she released her almost embarrassedly: "I'll go out first... to breathe."
Before she could react, Pei Ji gently placed it on the stone wall of the cave, and he walked in a hurry, approaching the entrance of the cave in a hoarse voice: "This method will not be used by outsiders in the future."
When he used "re", he obviously counted himself in the scope of "outsiders".
Although Pei Ji couldn't see it, Ning Ning nodded and whispered as if talking to himself, "But Pei Ji is not an outsider."
In her blurred vision, the back of the young man walking not far away suddenly flickered, and the whole person almost fell.
"It's not an outsider, rounding up is an insider."
Chengying laughed slyly: "It's good, I'm so satisfied. Kill me now, let's cheer up your brother and sister-in-law!"