my villain is too cute

Chapter 1613 Warm to Cold (17)

Jinghong:? ?

He looked at Xun Nuan suspiciously.

Xunnuan smiled and shook his head: "It's okay."

He stood up, the blood moon rising above his head, the moonlight leaned on the boy's upright figure, elongating his shadow.

Xun Nuan looked down at Jing Hong who was still sitting on the ground: "I'm going back, how about you?"

Jinghong stood up: "Of course I will be with you."

Xunnuan raised his eyebrows: "I think you understand what I said, and you will continue to have trouble with me... and we are just equal contracts, and it is completely okay to cancel the contract now."

Jinghong shook his head, looked at the boy who was only seven or eight years old with a casual expression on his face: "I have nowhere to go, besides you saved me, now that I know your situation, naturally it is better to follow you."

"..."

He didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the town. After walking a few steps, he heard a light and soft voice.

"Follow."

Jinghong hurriedly followed the boy's figure.
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Jinghong did not follow him to seek warmth all the time.

It fell from the supreme ancient beast to the hell fire phoenix, no doubt it experienced some unbearable pain.

Jinghong lightly told Xunnuan that he was betrayed by his best friend.

"I want to get revenge first, and I don't know when I will come back."

The two were sitting by the bed at this time, under the flickering candlelight, it was vaguely visible that both of them had large and small wounds, and they were quite embarrassed.

Jinghong can be considered to have seen the wonderful physique of Xunnuan.

At that time, the two were just staying in the cave peacefully, and there happened to be a chase outside. The chased person found their cave and wanted to come in and hide for a while. He didn't want to be nosy, so he didn't agree.

Then he was hated by that person, and directly started to fight with Xun Nuan. With that appearance, Zhijiao Jinghong suspected that there was some deep hatred between them.

After the matter was resolved, Xun Nuan only smiled lightly and said, "This is daily life."

"..."

The two rested for a while, Jinghong and Xunnuan bid farewell.

Xunnuan looked sideways: "Can I help you?"

Jinghong was silent for a second: "Are you sure you won't help more and more?"

Seeking warmth: ...

With his unlucky physique where he could trip over every step of the way, going there would only add to the chaos.

Xun Nuan shrugged his shoulders: "Then I wish you revenge."

Startled smile: "Okay."

He still wanted to say a few words, but he swallowed his words again, remembering that this person showed strength not weaker than it just now.

After Jinghong left, Xunnuan sat on the spot without moving, staring at the dark night outside the cave with a pair of clear and calm eyes.

After a while, he waved his sleeves to extinguish the candlelight, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

After waking up again, Xunnuan moved lazily, only to find that the touch was not right.

The soft touch under the body is a little warm and cool, and the tip of the nose is also lingering with a faint cold fragrance.

Xun Nuan opened his eyes, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.

This is the realm of the gods. Realizing this, he was still very calm, until when he raised his head, a face with a fairy air appeared in his pure black eyes.

Seeking warmth:?
The slender woman leaned against the tree behind her, one of her slender legs was bent, and the other was naturally flattened, lying on her body for warmth.

He is slender and not short, but he is very tall. He lay on top of her, and the place where his head touched was exactly where her heart was.

He was sluggish for a second, and the next moment he retreated violently as if he had been electrocuted, and in a blink of an eye he fell to the ground and rubbed back, looking at Han Jin with a blank expression.

The other party was extremely calm, maybe her arm was on his lower back just now, because of his evasive movement, one hand was raised up, and there was an oiled paper bag in his beautiful white hand like a work of art.

Holding a piece of white milk cake in the other hand, he gnawed it expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)