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

Ning Xiyuan leaned over and gently touched the bandage on the boy's shoulder with his fingertips.

In an instant, my wrist was grabbed.

The familiar burning sensation spread from the place where our skin touched to the whole body.

The young man held her pulse tightly and attacked her ruthlessly, as if it was a natural reaction of the body.

Ning Xiyuan controlled herself and did not struggle, allowing Yan Qian'an to press her down on the bed.

She was almost thrown onto the bed, but it was soft and she sank into it.

Yan Qian'an put his hands around her neck, spread his knees and knelt at her waist.

Those purple eyes flashed with cold light and were filled with murderous intent, like a provoked beast ready to tear its prey to pieces.

Her long black hair hung down, a few strands gently brushed her cheeks, it was very itchy and unbearable.

The murderous aura and ruthlessness at that moment gradually faded away when he sensed a familiar breath.

The young man seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength and fell into Ning Xiyuan's arms.

"Is it Ningning?"

His hot lips pressed tightly against her neck, so that even the words he spoke had warmth.

With his arms folded, he hugged the girl tightly in his arms, wanting to be closer.

"Ningning..."

"Ning Ning."

The young man uttered a few words, which were unclear, but each word was full of nostalgia and captivating.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She lay straight on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, like a salted fish.

"Hey, you have a fever."

Ning Xiyuan was about to push away the young man who was pressing on him, but just as he touched the bandage, he pulled back.

troublesome.

"Is Ningning here?"

The boy was still somewhat confused, and even his tone of voice was soft.

【Depend on】

The system went online in a hurry, and when it saw this scene, its eyes went dark.

Its good professional ethics made it shut up unwillingly, and then it hurriedly went offline again.

Ning Xiyuan's heart softened inexplicably.

The boy's temperature was so high that it was transmitted to her even through the clothes.

Warm lips left kiss marks on the jaw.

Along with the boy's voice.

"Sweet."

Behind Ning Xiyuan, he gently patted Yan Qian'an's back and stuffed the pill in the space into the boy's mouth.

She specifically picked out some that melted in her mouth.

By the time Yan Qian'an's body temperature gradually dropped, Ning Xiyuan had already fallen into a deep sleep.

I was ready to go to bed before coming here.

The bed here is so soft and so familiar that it only takes a moment to fall asleep.

She fell asleep, but the boy was gradually waking up.

Yan Qian'an had a splitting headache.

The Demon Lord always treats him without regard for the severity of his attacks, and of course it's not just him, he treats any child the same way.

After all, if you kill one, there will be another.

The Demon Lord's life is almost eternal, and as long as he wants, he will have new children.

The power of the Demon Lord still remains on the wound.

He struggled to digest it, but couldn't control it.

Falling into a coma is the body's self-protection mechanism.

Before he fell into coma, he seemed to hear Ning Xiyuan calling him.

Ning Xiyuan probably won’t mind if I don’t reply in time...right?

After all, her life is filled with many people and many things.

I just miss you uncontrollably.

The uncontrollable urge to hide people.

"Ningning..."

These two words go straight to my heart, and every time I say them, I feel warm in my heart.

He seemed to dream of Ning Xiyuan.

It seems...

Not a dream!

The sweet smell of the girl is stronger than ever.

They tangled together and sank into the soft bed.

Yan Qianan opened his eyes. He couldn't remember clearly, but the moment he woke up, he suddenly propped himself up.

He saw the girl's face.

I dream about it every day, but the real moments are the clearest.

Almost at the same time, Ning Xiyuan also opened his eyes.

"what?"

Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qi'an away, propped himself up, and half leaned on the edge of the bed, his tone full of impatience.

Yan Qi'an made too much noise.

She seemed to have slipped and fallen into a deep abyss in her sleep, but she did not die and woke up.

Yan Qian'an's gaze couldn't help but fall on the girl's slightly red neck.

The memory just now began to become clear.

He just felt his palms were a little hot.

"Ningning, I..."

He knelt beside Ning Xiyuan and gently touched the glaring red mark with his fingers.

Guilt and heartache overwhelmed him like a tide.

"Does it hurt?"

Yan Qianan came very close, tilted his head and gently kissed the girl's neck.

She held Ning Xiyuan's hand somewhat nervously.

how...

Can you do something to Ningning?

People are always particularly vulnerable when they are sick, and he rarely showed emotions that he never showed in normal times.

Ning Xiyuan took two deep breaths.

It's fine.

It's actually fine.

I just didn't get enough sleep.

"It doesn't hurt."

"You can use a little more force next time."

The girl's voice was listless, stiff and irritable.

She wished Yan Qian'an could strangle her to death.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

He also followed Ning Xiyuan's example and took a deep breath to calm the emotions surging in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Ningning."

A small box of ointment appeared in Yan Qian'an's hand.

Apply lightly on the red mark.

The ointment was cold, but the boy's fingertips were hot.

Ning Xiyuan couldn't describe what that feeling was.

Anyway, it's too itchy.

She pushed Yan Qian'an's hand away.

"fine."

"It will disappear after a while."

Ning Xiyuan yawned and spoke unclearly.

Yan Qian'an's gaze fell on the girl's wrist again.

Unlike the slightly ambiguous redness on the neck, the wrists are red and swollen with a hint of purple.

Yan Qian'an knew that he definitely had the intention to kill at that moment.

He carefully held Ning Xiyuan's wrist, feeling a little helpless.

Apologize?

Apologies are useless.

"Ningning, hit me."

Yan Qianan grabbed Ning Xiyuan's wrist and placed it against his cheek.

Ning Xiyuan's sleepiness disappeared.

She looked at the pale young man in front of her and gritted her teeth for a long time.

"Are you crazy?"

Ning Xiyuan sat up straight and couldn't help but frown as he looked Yan Qi'an up and down.

Not used to it.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

It took all his patience not to retaliate.

"Ningning, scold me."

"Anything is fine."

Yan Qian'an was still holding Ning Xiyuan's hand, and he tilted his head while speaking, gently kissing the red and swollen area.

His strength gently soothed the red and swollen wrist.

I want to hold the person in my arms.

After the self-blame, there is also a lot of joy.

Ningning came to see him.

Sooner than he thought.

Yan Qian'an concentrated on applying the ointment on Ning Xiyuan's wrist and was very careful when wrapping the bandage.

"Does it hurt?"

"Shall I be gentle?"

He looked into Ning Xiyuan's eyes again and again and asked again.

However, there was no response.

Ning Xiyuan simply didn't bother to pay attention to him.

It's just a minor bump, why be so nervous?

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Yan Qian'an was still carefully tying the bandage, Ning Xiyuan finally couldn't help but ask.

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