Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Ning Xiyuan had just laid down when Yan Qian'an came over and held her tightly in his arms.

"I hate that luthier."

In the darkness, the boy's voice was loud and clear, revealing his emotions bluntly.

Ning Xiyuan said nothing.

Because the boy didn't give her a chance to speak: "I hate Qin Chen."

"Ningning, ignore them."

Yan Qian'an hugged the girl tightly, pressing her whole body into his arms.

He seemed to need her very much.

Ning Xiyuan: “Yeah.”

Ning Xiyuan made a comfortable position in Yan Qi'an's arms and began to respond calmly to the almost unreasonable request.

"Ningning is the best."

The boy was so satisfied that even his voice became happy.

The hot lips fell on the center of my eyebrows.

Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qian'an's face away, but finally turned to sleep on his side and buried his face in Yan Qian'an's arms.

"sleep."

She stretched out her hand, placed it on Yan Qian'an's waist, and patted him twice.

Try to soften your voice.

"Go to sleep."

She repeated again.

The drunk Yan Qi'an was even more childish than usual.

Yan Qian'an was very obedient and remained silent.

However, this obedience is only temporary.

Soon, the boy's voice sounded again: "Ningning was mean to me."

The grievance is real.

So the sense of separation became even worse.

Like a puppy, wagging its tail.

This is very different from the boy who usually disguises himself from head to toe and is used to mocking and ridiculing others.

Ning Xiyuan said patiently: "Not fierce."

A chuckle came from the darkness, a heartfelt one.

Yan Qi'an: "Ningning didn't hug me."

That kind of grievance appeared again.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She remained silent, then hugged Yan Qian'an's waist tightly.

"I'm holding it."

Yes, holding it.

The burning heat from Yan Qian'an's body spread through the place where their skin touched, burning all the way into her heart.

The distance between the two is very close.

So close that she could hear the boy's heartbeat getting faster and faster.

Yan Qi'an: "Ningning didn't kiss me."

He seemed to be insatiable and shameless, taking advantage of others.

So Ning Xiyuan pinched Yan Qian'an's waist.

Without holding back, he said coldly: "Yan Qi'an!"

It’s not over yet!

She didn't finish the second half of the sentence because Yan Qian'an had already spoken before her.

"Good night."

"My Ningning."

He spoke quickly, and then immediately fell silent again.

He just held her hand a little tighter.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She actually prefers lying flat.

Really.

Lying flat brings a kind of joy that is like being buried in peace.

This posture now looks like being dug out of the soil, which is very offensive.

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When Yan Qian opened his eyes, the sky was bright.

The bright light was even a little blinding.

The body in my arms is soft, and the familiar fragrance lingers at my nose, blending indistinguishably with each other.

It was a quiet and peaceful morning.

"hiss..."

Yan Qian'an felt pain in his waist before he even moved.

"..." A trace of shock flashed in his eyes, followed by a pain in his brain.

what happened?

Yan Qi had forgotten about it.

He only remembered that he was so angry that he snatched Ning Xiyuan's wine glass.

He had no idea what happened last night or how he ended up lying on this bed.

Why does my waist hurt?

Shouldn't...

Yan Qian'an slowly raised his head, lowered his eyes and looked at the girl curled up in his arms, his pupils trembling.

The girl's hair was disheveled, and her already loose pajamas looked even more messy.

He looked down almost from a high position, his hair brushing across the collarbone and extending deeper into the body.

Immersed in the slightly raised arc of the ground.

There was a series of eye-catching red marks on the slender white neck.

Yan Qianan frowned and rubbed his temple.

There was a lot of information, so he had to sort it out.

Could it be that he was drunk and did something...

"Ning Xiyuan?" Yan Qian'an stretched out his finger, poked the girl's face, and called out tentatively.

He had a bold guess in his mind.

He has heard a lot about cases of having sex after drinking.

But why doesn't he have any memory of it at all?

The girl ignored him, but frowned, obviously annoyed.

The fingertips were soft and cold.

This kind of touch spreads into the heart and is irresistible.

So Yan Qian'an's fingers stopped at the girl's cheek, slid slowly, and landed on the girl's soft lips.

Light pink.

"Ning Xiyuan?" He spoke again, his voice slightly hoarse and tinged with a different tone.

He is really crazy!

Even if you are drunk, you can't do such a thing!

Ning Xiyuan was only fifteen years old.

Still a child...

Although in fact there is not much age difference between them.

His fingers unconsciously pressed against her lips until the girl opened her mouth and bit his fingers.

Really bite.

He even felt the sting.

But he had long been numb to the pain.

This kind of stinging pain is not even as distracting as the warmth and softness.

Yan Qian'an hurriedly pulled his hand back, he sat up suddenly, a little at a loss!

He...she...they!

Ning Xiyuan opened his eyes and saw Yan Qi'an's sitting back.

"Yan Qi'an! Can you please be quiet for a while?"

"Haven't you had enough fun last night?!"

She is so annoying.

I didn't sleep well last night.

After her warning, Yan Qian'an became quiet and stopped talking, but his hands and mouth were not idle.

Not kicking him off the bed had already exhausted all her patience.

Yan Qianan turned around and saw fatigue in the girl's eyes.

Was it noisy last night?

His heart skipped a beat and he felt his throat was a little dry, with his Adam's apple rolling unconsciously.

The small red mole also has a curve.

"Sorry." He spoke, and he was rarely apologetic.

Then he placed his hand on Ning Xiyuan's waist and kneaded it gently.

Have a substantial relationship with Ning Xiyuan?

This was totally unplanned.

Then this feeling of being out of control almost enveloped him completely.

"Thanks for your hard work."

He speaks without restraint.

Even a little annoyed.

How could you get drunk in that situation?

How can I not have even a little memory?

Ning Xiyuan: ???

Yan Qian'an's eyes were too strange, direct and fiery, which really affected her sleep.

Crazy! ?

Why do you go crazy so early in the morning?

No...What is Yan Qi'an doing with his hands? !

"What are you doing?" Ning Xiyuan held Yan Qian'an's wrist, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

Before tonight, she had never known she had such abundant patience.

Yan Qi'an was a little confused. Faced with Ning Xiyuan's questioning, he couldn't answer for a while.

He didn't say anything. Ning Xiyuan's patience had completely run out.

She sat up suddenly.

The two of them moved closer, facing each other, their noses almost touching.

He could see every eyelash of the girl clearly.

"rather..."

Yan Qian was about to say something when he was pushed off the bed.

Ning Xiyuan quickly curled into the quilt.

He heard her scolding him.

--nerve.

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Got the tickets for Phoenix Legend!

Starting today, I will start stockpiling manuscripts again.