His voice was as cold and low as ever, with a hint of hoarseness.
Every word struck her eardrums.
After being stunned for a long time, Xiaoba opened his mouth and finally found his voice.
She asked softly:
"Yan Qing, are you chasing me?"
Yan Qing said:
"No, I'm asking for marriage."
Xiaoba's cheeks were hot.
She never expected that after all the trouble, she would actually hear such words from Yan Qing's mouth.
She lowered her eyes and looked at her hand. The sword was lying quietly in her palm.
Yan Qing never leaves this sword.
But now, he handed it to her, saying that life and death were in her mind.
Her heart was beating loudly again, and Yan Qing's gaze fell on her, which seemed to be filled with scalding temperature.
She curled her fingers, as if a small opening had opened deep in her heart, and more and more joy poured out, gradually filling her chest.
The corners of her lips raised quickly, and she said:
"No one would ask for marriage with just a sword, and besides, it's too fast."
A quarter of an hour ago, she thought Yan Qing didn't like her and was lying to her to bully her.
Now, he suddenly said that he wanted her to marry him.
This man had made her feel uneasy and sleepless during this period. How could she agree so easily
Yan Qing held her hand and moved it forward.
The sharp sword tip instantly touched his chest!
Xiaoba was startled, his eyes widened, and he was about to stop immediately:
"What are you doing!"
"When I give you the sword, I give you this life. If you think it's not enough, I can think of other ways. If you think it's too fast, I can also wait."
He said, paused briefly,
"But don't make me wait too long."
Xiaoba's eyelashes trembled slightly.
How could she not understand what Yan Qing meant
He gave her his life, but he actually said that it was not enough and that he could think of other ways.
What is more precious than this
He was willing to let her decide his life or death, but he was unwilling to wait too long.
She pouted.
"release."
Yan Qing was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of her hand.
His expression was a little dark.
Now, he has given out all his trump cards and opened himself up completely, just to wait for her answer.
If she refuses.
Xiaoba put away his sword, crossed Yan Qing, and put the things on the table.
"Your sword is returned to you."
she said.
Yan Qing's jaw tightened.
The night wind blows, bringing with it a bit of chill.
After all, it’s still—
"Yan Qing."
Xiaoba called him from behind.
Yan Qing concentrated her attention and finally looked back at her.
There was only a few steps between the two of them.
The lights were bright, and the dim light reflected on her face and body, outlining extremely beautiful lines.
She tilted her head, and although her eyes were still red, her lips were already smiling.
The eyebrows are vivid and charming.
she asked:
"Why did you leave like that that night?"
Yan Qing reacted immediately, and under her attentive and ambiguous gaze, the tips of her ears turned a little red.
But he still said word for word:
"Because I want to know your thoughts."
Xiaoba was stunned.
"It was that night that I vaguely guessed your thoughts. Originally, I planned to see the emperor the next day and explain my request to marry you. But there happened to be some trouble in the Shenxu world at that time, so I didn't have time to say this. "
I see.
Xiaoba suddenly realized that the crux that had been brooding in his heart was finally relieved.
It turned out that he didn't just leave like that, but that he had been thinking about marrying her since then
Fortunately, she thought she was wishful thinking.
Xiaoba put his hands behind his back and asked seemingly unintentionally:
"Then you said you started treating me...well, when did you start?"
Yan Qing looked at her calmly.
At this moment, there is no need to cover up anymore.
He said:
"On the wedding day of the Emperor and God Yue."
He thought he would never forget that under the sky full of fireworks and the noisy world, there was a woman with a bright and charming smile, wearing a colorful dress and jingling jade pieces.
It broke into his heart so easily and irresistibly, and he has never forgotten it ever since.
Xiaoba had imagined many possibilities, but was still very surprised when he heard Yan Qing's words.
"so early?"
She opened her eyes slightly in surprise.
Yan Qing let out a breath.
Even though the result is not satisfactory, now that I have told everything, I feel a lot more relaxed.
Xiaoba looked at him and said:
"Yan Qing, I also have a question to ask you."
Yan Qing nodded and motioned for her to speak out.
Then, he saw the woman who looked like a fairy at night, smiling.
She asked softly:
"Your left shoulder was injured, and now you only have one right hand left. So let me ask you, is your hand meant to hold a sword, or to hug me?"
Her voice was soft and sweet, more like it had a powerful attraction that was seductive and addictive, making people dizzy.
For a moment, Yan Qing thought she had heard wrong.
He looked at her intently, not daring to miss any expression on her face, trying desperately to confirm the suspicion that suddenly surged in his heart.
An affirmation he had waited too long for.
Because he had thought about it for too long, and read about it for too long, at this time, he was a little unsure.
After a moment, he asked:
"I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."
Xiaoba stepped forward and came to him.
Her soft, boneless hands climbed onto his shoulders and hugged his neck.
Inch by inch, it's like a prairie fire.
She looked straight at him, her eyes full of smiles, the light falling in her eyes, swaying, enchanting and charming, almost intoxicating.
She stood on tiptoes and bit his ear, her hot breath mixed with her ambiguous voice falling clearly into his heart.
"I said - Brother Yanqing, hug me."
There are still about a few at night
(End of chapter)