The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Qiongying didn't read any more, closed the pages and put them back on the desk, and stopped looking at the remaining few books.

"You are not allowed to watch it again." She said domineeringly, it was her trick to deceive him.

"Why? I just looked around casually." Ye Chen immediately explained that he was just idle and didn't mean it.

"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with it, and I don't need any panacea." Speaking of this, Qiong Ying's eyes were deep, and she curled her lips into a smile: "If you have to talk about panacea, then it's not without it."

"What is that?" Ye Chen looked at her nervously and expectantly, as long as there was such a panacea, there was a chance to find it.

"Far in the sky, close in front of your eyes, don't you think...that's you." Qiong Ying's voice was deep and distant, blowing across the lake like the wind, causing ripples.

Ye Chen's breathing was very slow, and he looked at her intently, as if he was slowly understanding what she said.

"I'm suddenly cold, Ye Chen, can you give me a hug?" Qiong Ying's meaning couldn't be more clear.

"...Okay." Ye Chen nodded his head, as if something had flashed across his eyes, like obsidian in the night, full of brilliance.

"Then come here." Qiong Ying made an inch of progress, even her tone was filled with a triumphant smile.

Only one step away, Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat and he could hear his own heartbeat. This step exhausted all his courage.

"Close your eyes." Qiong Ying stretched out her hand, wrapped around his waist, and hugged him gently.

Although Ye Chen was puzzled as to why he was asked to close his eyes again, in fact he didn't need to close them at all, but he still obeyed her wishes.

"Ye Chen, have you closed your eyes yet?" Qiong Ying asked.

"Well, it's closed." Ye Chen's voice was almost inaudible, her hair was brushing against his neck, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of spring water, it was cool and clear, and her unique breath, mysterious And bewitching, let people sink.

Qiongying was a little depressed, she felt as if she was holding a log, motionless and taciturn.

"Yechen, don't you want me to hug you?"

"No." Ye Chen replied quickly, how could he not be willing.

"Then why don't you hug me?" Qiongying said in a deep voice.

Ye Chen immediately stretched out his arms to hug her, his movements were so light that he only touched her clothes, he suddenly thought of two words, men and women are different, and there is an orderly hierarchy.

"What's the matter?" Qiongying felt his hesitation. Could it be that her request is embarrassing him?

"Master,...there is a difference between men and women, and there is an orderly hierarchy." Ye Chen said hesitantly.

"So what? No one will see it." Even if someone saw it, who would dare to say a word of gossip about her!

"But..." Ye Chen wanted to say something else.

"No but, unless you don't want to, I won't force you." She has never been forceful.

"No." Ye Chen didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately hugged her tightly, such a real hug, the same scene as last night, time seemed to stay in last night, condensed in this moment.

This scene was frozen, the two were next to each other, their hair entangled, feeling each other's heartbeat and breath.

"Ye Chen, do you have mint on you?" Qiong Ying could smell the mint, as if it was radiating from his hair.

"No, no..." But he bathed with peppermint, but he dared not say that.

"Yes." Qiongying smiled, put a hand on his shoulder, and picked up his hair to play with. His hair was black and shiny, extremely soft, and felt very good.