A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

"you like me?"

Cheng Weiwan was a little hesitant, but after his guess was confirmed, he felt a little more relaxed.

Realizing that Cheng Weiwan didn't have any big mood swings, Meng Xianjue felt a little uneasy, and the hot blood in his heart cooled down bit by bit. He only felt that his answer was very weak: "Yes."

Ling Siyao gasped and covered her mouth in surprise.

Cheng Weiwan glanced at him lightly.

Ling Siyao shut up, stepped back, and closed the door, leaving enough time for the two of them to be alone.

As for Wu Zhong, he also left a long time ago with a sense of current affairs.

Cheng Weiwan was trying hard to wipe off the stains on the paper, at first he thought it was a prank given to him by Ling Siyao, but at the end of the reading, he found out that it was a love letter written by Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue raised his hand to pinch the piece of paper, pulled it lightly, held it in his hand, and said softly, "You don't need to wipe it anymore."

There was a brief silence between the two of them.

Cheng Weiwan coughed lightly, wanting to break the weird awkward atmosphere between the two of them, and said: "This Ling Siyao is real, she doesn't even look at what's under her feet, she just steps on it, she's in a panic all day long, no I know what he's panicking about."

Meng Xianjue didn't answer the words, some starlight was shining in his black eyes, Cheng Weiwan panicked when he watched him, but at this moment his heart was in a mess again, he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, thinking But after a series of scenes of Meng Xianjue getting along with him, all the scenes suddenly became a little ambiguous. Cheng Weiwan was not thinking about it, and accidentally knocked over the water glass on the table. A piece of porcelain was knocked off, and water was spilled all over the floor.

Cheng Weiwan hurriedly stood up, pretending to find a cup to pour some water for herself but accidentally knocked over the cup.

Meng Xianjue quietly looked at Cheng Weiwan's hands and feet, the light in his eyes was quiet and satisfied.

He could see that this letter of his seemed to set up a banner in Cheng Weiwan's heart and set up a small territory.

That place belongs exclusively to him.

Cheng Weiwan's scalp was numb, so he found a towel, and was about to squat down to wipe off the water stains, but the towel was slippery, and when Cheng Weiwan regained consciousness, the towel had already dropped on the ground.

He let out a "tsk" irritably, but was suddenly stopped by Meng Xianjue's hand.

When he looked down, Meng Xianjue had already picked up the towel, squatted down, and quietly dried the water stains.

Cheng Weiwan was in a trance for a moment, as if Meng Xianjue's eyes were not quite right from a long time ago, when he hadn't turned into a real body, as if Meng Xianjue had seen him before, especially When he was talking to him, Meng Xianjue's eyes were sticky and naked. Could it be that since then...

Cheng Weiwan didn't dare to think anymore, coughed lightly: "How is your back injury?"

Meng Xianjue stared at Cheng Weiwan firmly, his eyes burning like fire: "It doesn't hurt anymore, please miss me."

Cheng Weiwan waved his hand: "Hey... why are you polite..."

After speaking, Cheng Weiwan felt something was wrong.

Since he was a child, he has never received many love letters. The girls don't know his sexual orientation. Seeing him thin, weak, fair and clean, and a little cute, they all scramble to be painless as their mother and recognize him as their son.

As for the boys, although he had met someone he was attracted to, those boys basically liked the opposite sex, which caused every crush of his to end without a problem.

Therefore, when he received the love letter from Meng Xianjue, he didn't know how to deal with it.

Meng Xianjue put down the dirty towel in his hand, looked at Cheng Weiwan's lack of brain power, pushed him to a chair and sat down, and poured water for him.

Cheng Weiwan sat, took the water glass, held it stiffly, didn't know what to say, suddenly felt a black shadow pressing towards him, he looked up in astonishment, and saw Meng Xianjue knelt down on one knee slowly beside him, Gently sweeping away the dust on the lapel for him, calling him in a low voice: "Wanwan?"

Cheng Weiwan's heart hadn't calmed down yet, he looked at Meng Xianjue: "What's wrong?"

"You don't have to be burdened," Meng Xianjue racked his brains, "I did write the letter to you, but I didn't expect an answer."

Cheng Weiwan quietly clenched his hands tightly.

"I'm not asking for your forgiveness for what I did in the past, nor am I trying to sublimate and change this relationship by taking advantage of your sympathy for me..." Meng Xianjue paused, "Wanwan, I like you, so I am willing to wait for you, but I am not forcing you."

Cheng Weiwan met his eyes: "How do you know you will wait for me?"

There was an indulgent smile on Meng Xianjue's mouth: "If you can't wait, I'll wait. If I can't wait, I will follow my own selfishness and let you be my senior forever."

Cheng Weiwan suddenly laughed: "Meng Xianjue, how about we make a deal?"

Meng Xianjue raised his head slightly and looked at him reverently.

"You said that day that you would tell me the reason why you did those things to the red gold beast half a month later."

Meng Xianjue's expression was slightly pained, but he did not hesitate: "Yes."

"That's not as good as this. All our misunderstandings stem from this. If you tell me the reason, then I will give you an answer, how about it?"

Meng Xianjue really hesitated for a moment this time, but he still complied.

"it is good."

Meng Xianjue bought a large carriage, and early in the morning, after breakfast, the three of them set out against the sun.

The effective time of Yi Rong Dan is twelve hours. To be on the safe side, the three of them swallowed a pill again before rushing on their way.

For three days in a row, the closer they got to Tianmen, the more and more announcements there were of bounty rewarding Meng Xianjue's life, and those disciples became more and more fanatical.

The carriage was driving on the road, Cheng Weiwan raised the curtain and murmured: "Do these disciples really know what they are doing?"

Meng Xianjue remained silent, but whipped the horse harder.

Ling Siyao sighed softly, pulled Cheng Weiwan's sleeve quietly, and whispered in his ear, "Wanwan, are we really going back to Tianmen? If we just go back like this, it must be bad luck."

Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyes: "Don't worry, since Meng Xianjue dared to go back to Tianmen, it proves that he knows what's in his heart, at least in this part of the original story, he didn't die, at most he was skinned."

"No matter what the considerations are, whether Xuan Wei is his master, or a reborn abnormal data flow, he will not let Meng Xianjue die here, at most torture him."

Cheng Weiwan nodded, but his heart was still in suspense.

Ling Siyao was even more worried: "Wan Wan, the answer to him, you plan to..."

Cheng Weiwan squeezed her fingers secretly: "Let's talk."

Ling Siyao stared at Cheng Weiwan for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh.

According to his understanding of Cheng Wewan, he could see that Cheng Wewan was not completely capable of being unfeeling towards Meng Xianjue.

This is what he fears the most.

It is also something that every system tries to prevent from happening.

Prevent hosts from developing feelings for people in the mission world.

Because once there is a fetter, the host will have some other emotions, which will hinder them from completing the task. In other words, the host has another desire to "complete the task and return to the real world". other wishes.

They reached the foot of Tianmen Mountain in the evening.

Cheng Weiwan jumped out of the carriage and saw the setting sun hiding behind the snow-capped mountains, and the world was boundless.

He shivered with cold.

Tianmen is surprisingly cold today, it seems to be the coldest day in the past century.

It was clearly a sunny day, and the clouds were gentle, but the golden light was useless, the wind was raging, and the breath turned into ice, and there was no warm shadow to be seen.

Cheng Weiwan put his hands in his hands, looked at the main peak of Tianmen from a distance, and thought of retreating for the first time.

"How about, let's have dinner at the foot of the mountain, or spend the night, and come back tomorrow morning."

Today is the last day of the fifteen-day period between him and Meng Xianjue, and he knows where Meng Xianjue's obsession lies.

Meng Xianjue wanted to untie the knot with him after all the dust settled.

But if he took the liberty of sending Meng Xianjue to be judged by that group of ignorant people, then he would rather the date of this agreement be voided.

Meng Xianjue chuckled: "What do you want to eat tonight? There are some good shops nearby, I'll bring you some."

He was so absorbed in his journey that he forgot to satisfy his appetite, which was his negligence.

Cheng Weiwan paid special attention to Meng Xianjue's eyes.

He saw Meng Xianjue's eyes were steady as usual, as if today was an ordinary day.

Cheng Weiwan narrowed her eyes, her thick eyelashes drooping down: "Whatever you want, as long as you are full."

He and Ling Siyao sat in the carriage, quietly waiting for time to flow.

Meng Xianjue didn't come back until nearly an hour later, Cheng Weiwan rested his chin in his hands, his mind was drowsy and his eyelids became heavy due to doing nothing.

Suddenly, someone outside the car called his name.

The voice was deep and powerful, and the magnetism was pleasant to hear. A simple sound swept away Cheng Weila's drowsiness in an instant. He opened the curtain and looked out, but his heart beat faster in an instant.

Today's weather is very cold, even if the cultivator has spiritual body protection, those tricky winds can still attack those who are not afraid of swords, but are afraid of the cold, just like these immutable spiritual shields.Ling Siyao next to him was about to be wrapped into a ball, shivering and did not dare to get out of the carriage.

But Meng Xianjue is not afraid.

He was wearing a thin silver brocade jacket, with a bouquet of warm orange citrus flowers in his left hand. Flowers of this color are extremely rare, but they represent light and strength. In his right hand, he held a huge black blood wood food box. The box is warmed with spiritual power, and the food inside maintains the best taste.

Wind, frost and snow seemed to be unable to do anything to him, his hands were black and purple from the cold, and his blood turned an ugly color, but his hands holding the flowers and the food box were still so steady.

In this extreme weather, if it is an ordinary person, it is good to have a stutter and a full stomach, so there is no time to take care of other things, let alone the bouquet of flowers full of sentimentality, and the carefully searched food.

Cheng Weiwan's hands froze there, unable to move.He seemed to hear the loud sound of the high wall built in his heart collapsing. After the high wall collapsed, it was Meng Xianjue standing outside.

Meng Xianjue smiled at him: "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."

Cheng Weiwan had heard the flower language of citrus flowers.

Love hidden in the smallest things.

The author has something to say: Ling Siyao: You don't need to hold a duck.