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

When Ning Xiyuan was reading a storybook on the couch, Yan Qi'an pushed the door open and walked in, smelling a strong smell of blood.

It was extremely aggressive and dispelled the original floral and fruity fragrance in the hall.

Ning Xiyuan frowned subconsciously: "How did you do that?"

Her eyes fell on Yan Qian'an. Most of his sleeves were soaked in blood, with distinct layers of red.

"Young Master, you have such a cruel heart."

Yan Qian'an's voice was unstable, with a slight gasp.

The eyes seemed to be overwhelmed by desire, and the haziness was mixed with a broken beauty.

Ning Xiyuan jumped up from the couch.

The strong smell of blood hit me in the face, and I couldn't suppress the disgust in my heart no matter what.

"Your medicine hasn't worn off yet?"

The boy's cheeks were slightly red, his clothes were disheveled, and his fair neck was faintly pink as it meandered down.

Like a delicate flower that will break at the slightest touch.

Ning Xiyuan pursed his lips and looked away.

Didn't Yin Yue say that she would take care of it? Why is Yan Qi'an still like this?

"what?"

Speaking of this, Yan Qian felt anger burning from his feet to his head.

"What do you mean?"

"Can just any random person detoxify my medicine?!"

Yan Qian'an suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed Ning Xiyuan's wrist, and asked in a low voice.

But the voice was shaking so badly that there was no anger in it, only alluring charm.

Ning Xiyuan wanted to retreat.

As Yan Qianan approached, there was a nauseating smell of blood.

irritable.

Want to... kill someone.

But Yan Qian'an held her tightly, and the hot breath rose little by little, almost engulfing her completely.

"Ning Xiyuan, how dare you throw me to Ning Jin!"

"What do you take me for?"

His rationality was finally washed away, and his eyes touched the girl's neck. The red marks were dazzling, and they were even more unbearable when they fell on his heart.

He held the man in his arms.

As the familiar fragrance lingered at his nose, he felt an unprecedented peace.

but...

Want more.

Desire for more.

The black dress on the girl became even more eye-catching, and the cruelty in her heart burst out.

Want to tear something apart...

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She could no longer suppress the disgust and irritation in her heart.

She tried to make her voice sound calm.

"Yan Qi'an, go wash yourself."

"I don't want to say it a second time."

The girl's voice was soft, like the evening breeze, with a hint of chilliness.

Quiet.

After these two sentences were spoken, the whole room became quiet.

All that was left was the boy's breathing.

Ning Xiyuan smells good.

This sentence seemed to be the only thing left in Yan Qian'an's mind.

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

As the atmosphere gradually heated up, it almost became tense.

Yan Qi'an let go and ran towards the hot spring, as fast as a white afterimage, fleeing in panic.

With previous experiences, he knew that Ning Xiyuan hated blood.

Today...I wasn't here to take action.

Why bother to compete?

Ning Xiyuan stood there for a while before turning around and lightly touching the tip of his nose with his fingers.

Ning Jin?

Leave Yan Qian'an to Ning Jin?

This is Yin Yue's solution? !

Isn't there an antidote?

After a while, Ning Xiyuan sighed and walked towards the hot spring.

It wasn't her fault, but why did she feel a little guilty?

But she...

He has no conscience at all.

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The mist is rising and the fragrance is lingering.

Ning Xiyuan accurately found Yan Qian'an in the hot spring.

So he took off his coat and went into the water.

"If you don't bandage it, it will keep bleeding."

Ning Xiyuan looked at Yan Qian'an's wound that had turned white from soaking in the water and couldn't help but speak.

After that, she heard a sneer.

So without waiting for Yan Qian'an to speak, he took out the ointment and bandage from the space and applied the medicine to Yan Qian'an.

Don't listen, don't listen.

Dogs bark.

"Yin Yue said she would take care of it."

"As for why I threw you to Ning Jin..."

Ning Xiyuan paused, tied the bandage neatly, and looked at Yan Qian'an seriously.

"That is your problem, my friend."

"You covet Ning Jin, even Yin Yue can see it."

She coughed twice.

This matter was clearly not her fault.

If anyone wants to blame someone, blame Yan Qian'an himself.

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

He didn't want to listen to what nonsense Ning Xiyuan was saying. He didn't want to suppress his rising desires in front of the girl.

Isn't this what he wants?

They are an engaged couple.

It all makes sense.

Yan Qianan turned around and pressed the girl against the steps at the edge of the hot spring.

He held her waist, greedily wanting to get closer.

The purple eyes seemed to be stained red, making people feel uneasy.

"Yan...Yan Qi'an?"

Ning Xiyuan shouted.

The boy didn't say anything, and responded with a kiss.

Soft and hot.

Fall in the corner of the eye.

lick.

"Young Master... help me."

The boy's voice was extremely bewitching, his pleading irresistible.

It seemed as if he had no power to resist and could do whatever they wanted.

But Ning Xiyuan knew that all this was an illusion.

Behind fragility comes cruelty, numbness and calculation.

Yan Qian'an put his arms around the girl's neck and lifted her chin.

The air is filled with water vapor.

Bright red lips.

So exquisite and beautiful that it is almost vicious.

He had never looked at the Young Master like this before.

Beautiful appearance, interesting soul, and... long-term utilization value.

Such a desirable person can only belong to him...and only him.

"Ning... Ningning."

He murmured, and touched the girl's earlobe with his lips as if relying on her.

Ning Xiyuan's heart suddenly felt hot.

These two words...

No one had ever called her that.

but...

Yan Qianan has crossed the line.

Yan Qian'an tore at the ties around the girl's waist, and despite the shaking of the hot spring, they were almost able to be honest with each other.

"May I?"

"mine......"

"fiancée."

The kiss landed on the side of the face, and there was a chill on the waist.

A dagger was pressed against his lower abdomen.

The girl under him pulled the corners of her mouth together and revealed a smile.

"all right."

The slightly hoarse voice is inexplicably bright and charming.

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

You say yes, but your body is quite honest!

What does it mean to hold a dagger?

"Partner, I can help you..."

"Never have future troubles."

Ning Xiyuan put his arm around Yan Qi'an's neck, and the two of them moved closer.

Just with the other hand, the cold blade slid down along the boy's distinct abdominal muscles little by little.

Yan Qian'an was mostly awake.

Too...

It's not easy to take down a madman like Ning Xiyuan.

Being rejected like this... I want to kill someone.

What he said was not what he thought in his heart. The boy said aggrievedly: "I am so sad."

He gently pressed his thumb on the girl's lips.

The young master's lips.

So soft.

What a pity he is a madman.

Ning Xiyuan stroked the hilt of the knife, and fatigue welled up in his eyes.

Deal with this pervert.

so tired.

【! ! ! ! 】

The system screamed silently again.

It wants to factory reset.

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Yan Qi'an (current version): I am sad.

Yan Qi'an (later version): Ningning, go down, are you willing to do it? Be gentle~~~~