My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

The man looked over with a pair of dark eyes, and his wet hair brushed against the back of her hand.

"Remember what?"

Yan Conling was speechless for a moment.

There weren't many diary records in that book, so he flipped through it in just a few strokes. The fingertips of the other side were still on her wrist, and the wet rain was scorched by the body temperature. Yan Conling tried to break free uncomfortably, but the next moment he suddenly leaned forward and pressed closer.

Ask again.

"Remember what?"

To sum up the things in the diary, they are nothing more than stupid, clingy, easy to deceive...

The observation manual was read through in front of me, and even though Yan Conling considered herself shameless, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Lou Qixue chuckled, "You say I'm stupid, clingy and easy to deceive? Or let me call you -"

"Xiao, ancestor, clan?"

The last three words were deliberately emphasized, low and deep, falling on the ears with the hot breath. Yan Conling's expression froze and she stretched out her hand to push him.

"Just tell me what you want to do."

She didn't think he would care about that sword.

The man didn't speak, he just held her fair wrist and lowered his peach-colored eyebrows. He rubbed his fingertips slowly like he was looking through the diary just now.

Serious and obsessive.

Yan Conling couldn't understand it or understand it. I just felt a tingling sensation running along that small patch of skin, inexplicably causing a thin layer of sweat to break out on my back.

The stinging pain hit, leaving a clear bite mark on the white wrist, with blood oozing slightly. She frowned slightly, but Lou Qixue had raised his head again, as if nothing was wrong.

But Yan Conling had no doubt that he could bite his wrist off directly. It was coming fiercely, but at the moment of contact, he still restrained his strength.

After all, he was reluctant to do anything to her.

"Lou Qixue."

Yan Conngling couldn't bear it and called his name.

Ding dong, a red hair rope was taken off. She grabbed his hand and wrapped it around her.

"I give this to you as...an apology."

The Qingxin bell rings by induction. One more bell or one less bell has no effect. It's just that for the sake of symmetry, the uncle forced her to make such a pair.

A red rope is wrapped around the jade-white wrist, decorated with several small silver bells. But it doesn't look feminine, but adds a touch of glamour. It had no purpose other than decoration, but he looked at it silently for a long time, and the ends of his eyes turned redder.

"You never gave me anything like this."

Yan Conling subconsciously retorted, "Why never? That cloak last time..."

The words stopped abruptly, and she suddenly remembered that she had a purpose that time.

No, every time.

Thinking about it carefully, it is true that this is the only time I am sincere...

Yan Conling felt relieved after biting his hand and paying for the gift. As for whether he accepts it or not, and whether he is willing to stay, that is his business...

She thought so until her long hair suddenly spread out and another Qingxin bell hair rope bound her wrists.

"Lou Qixue?"

The incident happened suddenly, and Yan Conling was injured and unable to resist. Facing those dark eyes filled with burning fire, she finally realized something and swallowed.

"You, you are not the one who arrived..."

Early spring... is indeed a good time.

The demon catcher is very keen on predicting danger. She wanted to run away from him for the first time. Trying to maintain his composure, he said, "I still have some important things to deal with first..."

She didn't really want to experience this last stage firsthand.

But her waist was held, and the man who saw through her fear lightly threw her into the tent and pulled off the gauze curtain. His tall figure was extremely oppressive, blocking all the light above, "I am yours now. Wait a minute." important matters."

The wind and rain outside the window are violent, breaking the branches, and the heart-clearing bells are trembling, which can be heard continuously. Yan Conling finally understood that even when he was in the cave for the first time, he still cared about her. Unlike today, he is simply a mad dog who doesn't care.

The injury was torn two hours later.

The doctor was invited over the last cup of tea.

The rain stopped on May night, and the moon and stars were sparse. Lingcheng Yan Conling was not familiar with him, but fortunately there was a medical clinic with lights on at this point, so he quickly found one nearby.

The old doctor who was over fifty years old couldn't help but scolded Lou Qixue when he saw the blood-stained clothes on his abdomen as soon as he entered the door.

"How did it happen?"

Yan Conling coughed lightly and looked away, "I ran too fast and accidentally bumped into..."

"How urgent is this? The wound has collapsed?" The old doctor was still cursing, "You are the same as a girl. You are so strong and you don't know how to hold it back."

Yan Conling could only say yes repeatedly and did not dare to say more.

Lou Qixue's clothes were temporarily put on and were now considered scrapped. Although the old doctor was old, he was very serious and careful in his work. He quickly treated his wound and wrapped it with a clean and soft white cloth.

Don't forget to remind me again and again before leaving.

"Remember to keep the wound away from water, avoid spicy food, and... try less tormenting it."

Yan Conling's noodles are hot and spicy.

After sending the old doctor away, he looked back and saw the man with snow-white fox ears and tail quietly leaning on the beauty's couch like a boneless body. His hair was messy and his clothes were disheveled. He looked innocent after a delicate flower had been ravaged.

Her back teeth immediately started to itch.

Rolling up one of his sleeves, his arms were mottled with the unique bite marks of dogs. The few feelings of guilt in her heart disappeared in a hurry. Yan Conling gritted her teeth and said, "You are a dog, right?"

Could a fox be so fond of biting?

He turned his eyes away, with a faint blush still remaining on his face, and his eyes were covered with mist, like a blooming flower in full bloom. No wonder the old doctor could see through her nonsense at a glance.

"I still feel uncomfortable..."

The voice is light and hoarse, with a lingering ending. Yan Conling stiffened and felt pain in her waist and limbs, "You don't remember what the doctor just said."

He poured a cup of tea and pushed it over, "Bear it!"

He was indeed lying to her.

Just like that, she still said she was the only one.

As if he could sense her thoughts, Lou Qixue said in an aggrieved tone, "I was never like this before. The fox demon drinks love like water and is hard to let go. This time it's because..."

Yan Congling's forehead jumped and she went to cover his mouth, fearing that some words of tiger or wolf would come out.

"Okay, stop talking."

If he hadn't stabbed him with a sword before, he would have to make up for it today.

"It's getting late, let's take a rest."

Just as he stood up, the corner of his clothes was pulled by a hand with sharp bones, and the Qingxin bell jingled on his wrist.

"Where are you going?"

Yan Conling didn't expect that his mind would be confused if he just took one step. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, "I'll go out to sleep."

She was really afraid of him now.

For each other's sake, it's better to sleep separately.

His eyes swept over the girl's face, and Lou Qixue suddenly softened his voice, "My wound hurts, and I want you to stay with me."

He has always been good at acting like a spoiled child.

It's just that Yan Conngling doesn't accept this trick, or rather, he doesn't care about him at all. Including now, she thought for a moment and still stayed.

But it wasn't because of distress or anything else, it was just because of that sword and that life that she felt she was in debt. It is cruel tenderness.