deadly mantra

Chapter 787 Jealous?
Shui Qingchen held Ji Fanyin's hand and walked forward along the path by the lake.

Passing by the place where Shang Lu lived on the way, Ji Fanyin quietly squinted at the closed door, then pretended to look casually at the moonlit lake:

"The moonlight is really good tonight."

"Yes." Shui Qingchen's smiling voice came from the near side: "Want to come in and say hello?"

"No, he's gone." His whole body froze, and the moment he blurted out, Ji Fanyin wanted to bite off his tongue.

"I see." With tenderness on his face, Shui Qingchen stopped: "But, how can you be sure that he is gone?"

Ji Fanyin turned his head suspiciously and took another look: "He didn't leave?"

Shui Qingchen's eyes were gloomy, he lowered his head, gently rubbed the tender flesh of her palm with his fingertips, and asked:
"Do you want to see him come out of it?"

Although he was kneading the flesh of her palm, Ji Fanyin was so nervous that the hairs on her hair stood up.She seemed like a little wolf cub hanging in the air, and would fall into the air at any time because of his letting go. In the end, she fell miserably, but not a single trace of blood was left on the ground.

Shui Qingchen raised his head, glanced at her, and understood her expression and her uneasiness:

"Xiaoyin, that piece of clothing is an old thing, a relic, a temptation, and a warning. You can return it to him with your own hands, but he cannot accept it."

Ji Fanyin was stunned and asked:

"why?"

Shui Qingchen held her hand and said:

"I remember when we first met at Luti Mountain, you told me that once a person has something he wants to do, even if he bites the bullet and faces the pain, he still has to rush forward with all his strength. Phytolacca has already done what he wanted to do. What he did, looking back at it at this time, is tantamount to admitting that he was wrong. Xiaoyin, when snow falls on the palm of your hand, some people choose to hold it and melt it with their body temperature, while others choose to let it pile up, press it, and let it melt. It hurts the palm of my hand and won’t let go.”

Ji Fanyin's eyebrows jumped suddenly.She suddenly remembered that when she returned the clothes, he only sneered lightly:
"Chenchen, you seem to know him very well?"

The moonlight was soft, and Shui Qingchen's tall body blocked most of the light. He lowered his head slightly. His beautiful facial features and the gentleness in his eyes were like poppies specially planted by God for Ji Fanyin. Once he saw it, he would burst into laughter. I fell into it out of control, and then became an addiction that I can't quit for the rest of my life:

"A little bit. I know you better, so I know that returning the relics is an excuse. You are Ji Fanyin. How could you swallow the grievance that night? Precisely because it is you, I know that you know very well that he is too You would not really be cruel to the victim that night."

Ji Fanyin's heart trembled, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising. She was happy, and her heart was moved again. She deliberately pursed the corners of her lips in grievance and said:

"Then you're still testing me?"

"It's not a test." Shui Qingchen sighed softly, his chin fell on the top of her head, his hot hands grasped her slim waist, pressed it into his arms, and said in a deep voice, worrying about gains and losses, "It's uneasiness."

Ji Fanyin tried her best to stand up straight so that he could lean more comfortably, and said with a smile:
"Just him? Can he also make you feel uneasy?"

Shui Qingchen sneered, amused by her words.Ji Fanyin reached out and hugged his waist tightly, and whispered: "Chenchen, do you think that with my character of retribution, I will fight with him first regardless of the consequences?"

Shui Qingchen tilted his head, his head slipped from her head and fell onto her shoulder, silently admitting it.

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling happy: Is he jealous?

(End of this chapter)