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Chapter 28 Sunset

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    ? After dinner, the room began to darken. Before the lights could be lit, the orange-red sunset light came in from the half-opened west window, the color was like blood, congealed on the sword.

    Zining was careful not to let his shadow block the light.

    His face was in the dark, with clear outlines, but his expression was ambiguous.

    He said: "Come up."

    Zi Ning was stunned for a moment, lifted his skirt to get on the couch, and sat not far from him.

    Yanji retracted her long legs, made room for her, and whispered, "Closer."

    She moved forward a little.

    "Closer."

    As soon as Zi Ning raised his head, he was able to meet his eyes, and there was only a sword between them.

    She looked down.

    His hand was very steady, and the heavy crow's sheath sword was as light as nothing in his hand, lying there quietly.

    But Zi Ning could feel the terrifying sharpness, before touching the blade, his skin was tightened and painful.

    The red light that resides on the sword is like a pool of blood-colored water.

    Yanji handed her the cloth in his hand: "Take it."

    Zining took it over.

    Before he could react, he had already grabbed her hand.

    The calluses in his hands were thick and hard, and the palms were warm and dry, covering the back of her hands a little itchy.  He hardly touches her normally, except forspecial circumstances

    It's not just the afternoon

    A strange enthusiasm rushed up from her heart, she raised her eyes and gave him a quick glance, trying to discern his intentions.

    In the dark shadows, Yan Ji lowered his eyes to look at her hands, his eyelashes were extraordinarily thick, covering the shimmer in his eyes.

    With a calm breath and a calm expression, he put her five fingers into a suitable posture, and said softly, "You don't know how to wipe your sword yet."

    Zi Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and felt ashamed of his weird thoughts just now.

    With her head lowered and her lips tightly closed, he took her hand, holding a soft cloth, and landed on the blade of the Crow Sheath Sword.

    Zi Ning's fingers felt a little stiff when they suddenly encountered something hard through the cloth.

    The Crow Sheath Sword was made by master swordsmith Zong Jing out of meteorite iron from the sky.

    Yanji never allowed others to touch it, except for its master, anyone who touched the blade of the black sheath sword was already dead.

    "Don't be afraid" Yan Ji whispered.

    His other hand was firmly pressing the hilt of the sword, ready to take it away at any time in case she was injured, this hand took her with him, and wiped the sword with a soft cloth.

    Once, again, over and over again.

    Zi Ning slowly exhaled the breath she held. She carefully felt the sharpness of the sword, remembered the gestures he had taken her to caress, and gradually understood its temperament, like meeting a dangerous friend.

    Under her touch, the black sheath sword gradually became docile, and even the cold blade became warmer.

    Her demeanor relaxed, Yanji's hand slowly withdrew its strength, and just lightly placed it on the back of her hand, allowing her to feel for herself, preventing her from getting hurt carelessly, while feeling the touch of her skin.

    warmth¡­¡­

    Zining didn't pay attention to his small movements.

    She has held the sword for many years and is most familiar with the scabbard, but she has never dared to face the blade.  As soon as she got so close to the Wu Shea Sword suddenly, a nervous surprise welled up in her heart.

    She stared at the blade of the sword silently, rubbing the sword again and again, her heart calmed down.

    She hangs her head, her long hair hangs down, swaying gently with her movements, sometimes brushing against his hands.

    Like a brush on his heart.

    Yanji's blurred eyes were fixed on her hands.

    After a while, he said slowly: "Do you suspect that you have poisonous Gu?"

    The last red light from the setting sun disappeared from the sword, and the room fell into complete darkness.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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