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Chapter 45: The Gauze

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    She has always liked to hear this sentence.

    Yanji looked at her and pursed the corner of her mouth, it was a fleeting smile.

    She seldom smiled, and once she did, it made him feel like a fire was burning in his heart.  The hand on her wrist turned into a clenched involuntarily, Yan Ji grabbed her and pulled her over gently.

    "Zi Ning"

    He called her in a low voice, and she looked up.

    There was a light pink mark in the gap between the collar, which was left by him last night.

    He lowered his head and leaned over, Zining's eyelashes fluttered like slightly startled butterfly wings. When she looked at him, she couldn't tell what expression she was in.

    But not rejected.

    Yanji kissed it, but she didn't avoid it.

    She is getting softer and softer.

    Like now.

    It's so easy to bully, it seems that he doesn't have to restrain himself and can treat her at will.  And as long as he sees her accepting, he has no self-control.

    Things can get out of hand.

    At first he just wanted to get a little closer, but once he touched her, he couldn't stop.

    She is supple, sensitive, and quiet, but at the same time greedy, seductive, and fiery.

    It made him afraid, and also made him lose control, wishing to give her his own life.

    A little more, a little more.

    Always make her cry.

    Through his clothes, he didn't know whether to continue or stop there.

    Obviously she just wanted to see her internal strength, but she became like this again.  When I touched her wrist, I wanted to touch somewhere elseand then

    Would she blame him for not distinguishing between the serious and the serious, and being full of obscene thoughts

    Yan Ji was hesitant, but his palm had his own opinion.

    The sky light coming in from the window is still bright, and the ice in the house is chilly, and after absorbing heat, it keeps melting, turning into water and slowly dripping.

    Zining felt hotter and hotter, almost parched.

    His hand made her tremble, and she could feel the tremor of his heart beating, as if it could hit her directly through the shell.

    Zi Ning looked at his face, and untied his belt with his fingers.

    She wants his.

    Dishui took off her belt and slipped down from her thin white fingertips. She would see her again tomorrow, but every time she saw her again, she still felt dizzy.

    It was too difficult to charm this man, and when she saw him, she became a little unconscious.

    And more and more unconscious.

    Zi Ning's breath blew on the side of his neck, his lips almost touched his collarbone, and his Adam's apple rolled.

    The ice in the house slowly melted and fell on the jade plate tick-tock

    The next day, when Ning and Yanji practiced swords, someone from Jinhong Pavilion came.

    Yanji killed the first elder of the Jinhong Pavilion, and the third elder died fighting against the Demon Cult. There was only one second elder left, who looked aggressive at the visitor at the door.

    However, after hearing a few words from him, Zi Ning could see that this was not a disrespectful person.

    Compared with the third elder, he has a good face of being honest and trustworthy. He brought all the disciples to the door. Although he clamored for Yan Ji to explain to him, his words never touched the bottom line. He was not as reckless and arrogant as the first elder.

    After entering the house, there were only confidants left and right, the second elder spoke very hard, but his tone and demeanor softened, and discussed with Yan Ji: "In three days' time, in front of the gate of the Wulin League, please ask Patriarch Yan to give an explanation to Jin Hongmen."

    This is a hint that Yanji is going to play a play with a random statement.

    Qian Bi said after he left: "This is a 'good man'." Smart and long-lived.

    In the future, the Jinhong Pavilion may be decided by him alone.

    Going to investigate further, one of the five people in Xiangsilou who once studied dance with Dong Niang married the second elder of Jinhong Pavilion and became a concubine. She lived in a deep boudoir for a long time and never saw anyone.

    Qian Bi shook her head and smiled: "Xiangsi Building"

    Zi Ning couldn't breathe as if clouds surrounded him from all directions.  For a moment she wanted to take Yanji to hide, but Yanji never hid, and she had no ability to force him.

    However, the Devil's Cult hides in the dark, and even with the efforts of various families, it cannot be destroyed.

    Yanji asked people to keep an eye on the second elder of Jinhong Pavilion, and act accordingly.

    At night, Zining spread out the quilt, put down the gauze curtain, and arranged the clothes for the next day.

    Yanji walked around the screen and looked under the bed, his movements froze.

    She even spread a quilt on the footrest again.

    Ever since she agreed to sleep with him, during this period of time, they were entangled hand and foot at night, and they were too chaotic to sort out.

    they are happyAfter hugging each other and going to sleep, she will stay in his arms until dawn the next day.

    But today, before he had time to pester her, she suddenly laid out the bedding by herself, as if she had drawn a clear boundary with him in an instant.  Yan Ji thought in a daze that everything had returned to the past when nothing had happened.

    He just left for a while.

    He walked over and lifted the gauze curtain, sat on the edge of the bed, stepping barefoot on her quilt.

    He looked at the bedding and called her, "Zining."

    Zining rummaged through to find the clothes, folded them aside, and looked back at him from the closet.  Her quiet eyes fell on him like a net that caught him.

    Under her gaze, Yan Ji couldn't say a word.

    Question her?  But she spread the quilt and made up her mind.

    Beg her?  Will she laugh at him for being lustful and indulgent?

    He only let out a breath, and said with restraint: "Let's have a rest."

    Zining blew on the lamp, lay on his side on his footrest, and pulled up the quilt with his back to him.

    Yanji lay on the bed and didn't call her.

    She breathed a sigh of relief.

    There is nothing wrong with this.

    Before making the bed, she hesitated whether to share the bed with him, but looking at his pillow and the black scabbard sword, she remembered her identity again.

    She is still a maid, wouldn't it be disgusting if she rashly climbed onto the bed by herself?  After all, even Yan Ji used to never sing and sing every night

    He obviously didn't mean that tonight.

    She is his close friend who can communicate with men and women, the more she is like this, the more he can't make fun of himself.

    Yanji lay sideways on the bed, listening to her movements under the translucent gauze curtain.

    She lay there very well, her breathing was shallow and steady, and she was already drowsy.

    But he couldn't fall asleep, and counted her breaths with his eyes open.  Warm and soft, close at hand, but really separated by a distance that is not easy to cross.

    The summer night was already stuffy and hot, and the curtains were hanging down, which made Yan Ji breathless.

    The black sheath sword was pillowed by him, hard and cold, he was sober as if the sword energy had rushed into his mind.

    He gently opened the transparent gauze curtain.

    She has fallen asleep.

    Zi Ning lay unconscious under his bed, like every night of the year.  Whenever she fell asleep, Yanji would think wildly.  He longed for her to open her eyes and smile at him, longing for her to hold his fingertips tightly and lean on his chest to breathe.

    Now that he can touch her as soon as he reaches out, and knows that she will not resist, he no longer has to worry about it.

    But he couldn't reach out that hand for a long time.

    Today she doesn't want to.

    He can't help it.

    Obviously, he had been intimate so many times, but as long as she made a move, he was sent back to hell again.

    Unknowingly, Yan Ji was already leaning against the bed, with half of her body suspended in the air, stretching out her hand to describe her appearance in the void.

    Wanted to touch her, wake her up, kiss her.

    His heart ached, looking forward to holding her tightly in his arms.

    Or do nothing, as long as she is willing to stay by his pillow and let his arms wrap her in his arms.

    Not daring to wake her up, Yan Ji quietly stretched out his hand to hold a lock of her long hair, which was cool, smooth and straight, like the best raw silk.

    Why do you have to turn your back on him?

    Zining moved in his dream, from lying on his side to lying on his back, the strand of long hair slipped from his fingertips, Yanji put away his empty hand.

    He sighed softly, retracted his suspended body, the bed vibrated slightly, driving the pedals.

    Zi Ning was not yet fully asleep, she was woken up in a daze, thinking he had some request, so she said in a nasal voice, "Master?"

    In the dark night, it is tempting to reverie.

    Yan and Adam's apple roll.

    Her voice was sleepy and softer than usual.

    Yanji turned over and leaned against the edge of the bed, getting closer to her.

    He couldn't speak, but moved a little, deliberately making a little movement to prove that he was not asleep.

    Zi Ning became more sober, and she half propped herself up from the pedals: "Master, do you want water?"

    She was lying on the footrest beside the bed, a little shorter than him.  If the footrests were made higher and pushed to the side of the bed, they could sleep together.

    Zi Ning was fully awake.

    Seeing that Yanji was silent for a long time, she sat up from the footrest.  Bo was thrown aside, she leaned closer to the bed, wanting to see what Yan Ji wanted, she lightly touched the edge of the bed with her fingers.

    But he didn't touch the bed, but touched his body that was close to the bed and almost fell off. Zi Ning's fingertips rested on his arm.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Zi Ning's fingertips were resting on the arm of the body that had almost fallen off the bed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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