Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 245 And use the title to lure the king's heart (33)

Her marriage line...was broken by the little lord god?

The pupils dilated, and Xi Ning asked suspiciously: "Why...why did you break my marriage line?"

The cold and snowy god lowered his eyelashes, and there was a hint of guilt in his alienated and indifferent eyes.

"I did not do it on purpose."

Xi Ning tried to understand his words, "So, you accidentally broke my marriage line, and you brought me into God's Domain to make up for it?"

If you don't count the dream, it is indeed like this.

Jun Zhuo pursed her lips, nodded slightly, her beautiful pupils stared at the girl unblinkingly, a little cautious.

The night smudged the water surface, and in the dark water, there was a round of bright moon fluctuating with the water.

I can't tell what my mood is at this moment, but it's not elated, nor happy. If I insist on describing it, it's probably complicated and fortunate.

Fortunately she is so lucky, fortunately she is so unlucky, fortunately she is so...

Xi Ning couldn't help raising his eyes, and glanced furtively at the young man with a jade face, thinking, she really made a fortune.

Exchange 20 years of being single for such a flowery little beauty...

The little lord, who clearly sensed Xi Ning's thoughts, pursed his lips even more, restraining the urge to tell frankly.

Where is 20 years, counting the six lifetimes before and after, it is nearly 500 years.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was worth it. Xi Ning raised his hand to cover his unconsciously bent eyes, and secretly glanced at the person beside him secretly.

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When the lights come on, the eaves of the shops are covered with lanterns of various colors, and a long string of lanterns is hung beside the moat. The light spots are blurred and dazzling.

Xi Ning bit off the last candied haws on the stick, and happily stopped in front of a small stall selling sachets.

Jun Zhuo, who was following behind her, took a bunch of things in his hand, seeing that she was energetic and wanted to buy more, a trace of helplessness flashed across her calm eyes.

"Miss, look at the sachets. They are all carefully embroidered by Zhuo Jing. I bought them just to give to my sweetheart." The stall owner said cheerfully, his teasing eyes lingering between Jun Zhuo and Xi Ning.

Xi Ning, who had solved all the questions, was in an unprecedentedly happy mood. He lowered his head and picked out the sachet with great interest. He put all his body and mind on the pattern of the sachet, and did not listen to the stall owner's words at all.

On the other hand, Jun Zhuo, who was standing tall and jade-like, had a slight glint in his eyes, his eyelashes trembled quickly, his heart missed a beat, and the words "sweetheart" kept scrolling across the screen in his mind.

The fair cheeks hidden under the mask were dyed with a light layer of powder, and Mi Li's ears were red.

Xi Ning picked out an apricot-colored sachet, with a few pure white flowers on the dark brown branches, clean and beautiful, fresh and refined.

Taking off the purse at his waist, Xi Ning put down a piece of broken silver.

The stall owner showed embarrassment, "Girl, this..."

"Girl is in a good mood today, so you don't need to look for it, I will reward you."

Xi Ning put the sachet into his arms, and went to the next stall energetically.

Jun Zhuo, who was full of anticipation, looked at the girl's back as she walked further and further away, and gently touched her cheek with the tip of her tongue.

Walking to a quiet street, Xi Ning sat down on a stone platform and counted her spoils.

Jun Zhuo stood straight in front of her, quietly watching her busy movements, her deep and dark pupils gradually became darker, and there was a bit of resentment hidden in her eyes.

The light was blocked, Xi Ning looked up and saw a mask with blue face and fangs.

"My lord, sit down."

Pulling the corner of the man's clothes, Xi Ning invited in a soft voice.

The cold gaze fell on her face, and the little Lord God silently stared at her for a few seconds, and with a movement of footsteps, he sat down gracefully and dignifiedly beside her.

In his slender and fair hand, he still holds the string for wrapping snacks and pastries, and the surface of the bright red candied haws is shining with crystal clear color.

After counting the trophies, Xi Ning turned his head and glanced curiously at the candied haws.

"My lord, don't you try it?"

The dark and beautiful pupils looked at her indifferently, and the cold voice was calm and unwavering.

"Food accumulation."

Xi Ning blinked.

Does it mean that if you eat it, you will accumulate food?

"Once in a while, it's okay." Xi Ning seduced him like a bad student who lured a well-behaved and beautiful child to make mistakes.

However, the little Lord God's will was as firm as a rock, and he was not moved by her at all.

"If you make an exception once, there will be a second time. Don't encourage it."

"Okay." Xi Ning took the candied haws from Jun Zhuo's hand with kindness, and took a bite unceremoniously.

Jun Zhuo looked at her quietly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there seemed to be disapproval in his eyes.

"My lord, don't look at me like that. You can't eat the candied haws. You can't spend the night in candied haws. It's shameful to waste food." Xi Ning received the gaze of the little lord, held up the candied haws, and tried his best to prove his innocence.

Only then did the little lord god look away.

Xi Ning bit off the second candied haws, chewed the sweet and sour hawthorn, and said vaguely: "Besides, I didn't take things from adults for nothing..."

Whispering, she took out the soft and smooth sachet from her bosom, and dangled it in front of the little Lord God with the rope in her hand. She frowned, and said with a smile in her voice, "How about I pay the Lord this? It's been a long time since I picked it, but I like it, if it were someone else, I wouldn't be willing to give it away..."

The cries of vendors and the inquiries of passers-by were far behind.

Under the blurred lights, the sound of the heartbeat became clearer.

The world turned into nothingness, and only the person in front of him was reflected in the dark and beautiful pupils.

Jun Zhuo looked away in a panic, grabbed the sachet, and the string slipped from Xi Ning's fingers.

The boy's eyelashes trembled restlessly, like fluttering butterfly wings.

With a cool voice mixed with the darkness of the night, he said "OK" a little uncomfortable.

Xi Ning bit his lower lip, feeling that he was at a loss.

Exchange of sachets for candied haws is really not a good deal.

Venting his anger, he bit off the third candied haws.

After chewing a few times, his side eyes were about to show off the deliciousness of the candied haws to the little lord, but bumped into the blood-dripping earlobe of the young man.

Silently withdrawing his gaze, Xi Ning chewed the icing in his mouth expressionlessly, and his neck was covered in beautiful pink.

While chewing candied haws, she looked at the quietly flowing river in front of her, and felt sincerely that the moonlight tonight was so beautiful.

She is so beautiful that she is not so obsessed with the question of whether to lose or not.

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Magnolia flowers are embroidered vividly, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers emanates from the sachet.

Jun Zhuo sat by the bed, wearing a black cloak, and the white undershirt outlined his slender and tall figure.

In the palm of the hand with slender knuckles lay a small and exquisite sachet quietly.

The night wind passed through the window coffin, blowing the light and fluttering veil.

The gentle boy's face suddenly changed, and he held the sachet tightly with his outstretched fingers. Under the white and transparent skin, the blue-purple veins raised obvious arcs.

The hand holding the sachet was touching the chest, the heart seemed to be heavy, and the ventricles contracted forcefully, as if being crushed and squeezed by an invisible big hand.

Her throat was dry and itchy, and every time she took a breath, there was a pain of congested lungs.

The plump and fair forehead was dripping with sweat.

The pain only lasted for half a stick of incense. The young man curled up beside the bed, his forehead hair was drenched, his whole body was as if he had just been fished out of the water.

(End of this chapter)