Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 745 The Little Crying Bag of the Demon Cult Leader 14
"Like me?" Ling Yin's movements froze, and his expression under the mask was weird. He turned his eyes to the bronze mirror in the room, sizing up his current appearance.

At this time, he was dressed in ordinary black clothes, and that black mask almost covered his entire face. With this tightly covered appearance, nothing could be seen at all. What does the girl like about him?
After a while, Ling Yin shook his head and laughed.

Maybe the girl's liking is just casual talk, why should he take it seriously?

Reason told him that there is no need to take the girl's words of liking seriously, but Ling Yin still couldn't restrain a touch of joy in his heart.

The corners of the tightly pursed lips curved slightly at this moment.
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Ling Yin originally planned to wait for the girl to fall asleep before sending her back secretly.

But he didn't expect that when he looked at the girl's sleeping face, he also unconsciously fell asleep like this.

The candles finally burned out, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

And the two people in the room were breathing steadily and sleeping peacefully.

That night, in Ling Yin's dream, there were no swords and swords as usual, nor those blood-stained wailings. Instead, a girl walked into his dream, accompanied by his side, laughing or making noise, laughing like a silver bell. The voice seemed to have magical powers, soothing the displaced heart.

Ling Yin has never slept so peacefully in all these years.

So much so that the next morning, it was Man Luo who woke up first.

When she opened her eyes, she happened to be facing Ling Yin's black mask. At this moment, the man seemed to be still sound asleep, and the eyes under the mask were slightly closed, looking defenseless.

Manro curled his lips slightly, and reached out to quietly touch the edge of the mask.

Now, with a slight movement, the other party's mask will be lifted, but Ling Yin still keeps his eyes tightly closed.

"Do you just trust me in your subconscious mind?"

Her eyes were slightly deep, and her fingertips lingered on the mask for a moment, but she didn't take off the mask in the end, she just smiled lightly and hugged Ling Yin's neck.

That chuckle finally moved Ling Yin, and he slowly opened his eyes, but those dark eyes were not as sharp and calm as before, but a little confused.

He slept too deeply that night, and when he woke up, he had the feeling that he didn't know what Xi Xi was.

Before he could fully wake up, the girl's soft voice sounded in his ears: "Ling Yin, you have to be responsible to me."

Responsible?Responsible for what?

Ling Yin frowned slightly, and was about to sit up, but when he felt a strange touch from his hands, he suddenly stopped his movements.

He bowed his head stiffly, his breathing stopped for a moment.

At some point, he was actually lying on the bed, and the girl was held tightly in his arms. Not only that, his hands were still tightly wrapped around the girl's slender waist.

The faces of the two are very close, the distance between the tip of the nose and the tip of the nose.

The sweet fragrance that belongs to a girl floats into Ling Yin's nose gradually.

Ling Yin's throat rolled involuntarily: "Why am I on the bed?"

He and the girl wouldn't just sleep together for one night in such an intimate manner, right?

But he remembered clearly that at the beginning, he sat on the head of the bed very well.

When did he fall asleep?When did you lie in bed again?

Ling Yin recalled carefully, but couldn't recall anything.

He couldn't believe that he would sleep in someone else's territory without any precautions.

Man Luo admired the changing look in Ling Yin's eyes with great interest, and said innocently, "It's none of my business, it's you who climbed up in the middle of the night involuntarily, and insisted on hugging me to sleep."

(End of this chapter)