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Both of them could drink a lot. Dan Feng was only occasionally given two glasses of wine. At this moment, he was lying on the table unconscious.

And she.

Ying Xing burped quietly and stared blankly at the empty wine bottles scattered on the ground.

It seems that he drank a lot.

Is she drunk too?

Ying Xing was a little confused, but she felt that it shouldn't be yet.

A drunk person wouldn't have the same crazy thoughts as hers.

"Snapped."

The not-so-slight sound caught her attention.

The sword master over there was finally defeated in the protracted battle and fell on the table in the same posture as Dan Feng.

Thus, the only two people still conscious on the field were left with her and the boy.

Ying Xing and An Jing's eyes naturally met. She subconsciously glanced at Jing Liu who was drunk next to the boy, then lowered her head and avoided looking at the boy.

"What are you hiding from?"

An Jing's drunken voice sounded, a little hoarse and turbid than usual, but it made Ying Xing's heart beat faster.

She raised her head again and mustered up the courage to look at the boy.

"I......"

He opened his mouth but still said nothing.

She was not good at talking to begin with, and she had drunk a lot of alcohol. It would be bad if she said something she shouldn't have and made the boy upset.

"Why are you sitting so far away?"

An Jing patted the empty seat next to him and said, "Your sister Jing Yuan will probably not come back. Come, sit here."

Ying Xing had no way of refusing such a proposal and sat down somewhat embarrassedly.

At this moment, Jing Liu, who had fallen down, suddenly grabbed the boy's arm again, raised his head, and muttered: "Don't touch flowers and grass again..."

Her eyes were still closed, probably she was talking in her sleep.

The woman's hand passed over Bai Heng, and part of it pressed on Bai Heng's arm. Jing Liu grabbed it hard, which probably made the latter feel a little uncomfortable, so he frowned and pushed Jing Liu's hand away again.

Then, the two of them slept separately.

Ying Xing was a little frightened, but also felt inexplicably excited, which was so wonderful that she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

An Jing didn't care. He let out a breath and turned to look at her.

"How old are you this year?"

"Almost thirty."

Ying Xing answered honestly.

"oh......"

The boy looked a little dazed: "Has this war lasted so long... I thought it would only be two or three years..."

Volume 1: Chapter 123: You can be bolder.

He turned his head and looked at the girl's already mature face. Perhaps it was a bit of a stretch to call her a girl now. If he said that she was the same age as Jingliu, no one would disbelieve it.

The top of her head was the same height as Jing Yuan's, much taller than his.

But An Jing clearly remembered that it seemed like it was just a short time ago, just a few years ago, when she was just a tiny baby, not even as tall as him.

How come in the blink of an eye, in just the blink of an eye, you've grown into this?

He was used to being slow-tempered. The various things that happened between him and Jingyuan or Jingliu were like stones on the bank of the long river of time. They were worn away little by little by the erosion of time and eventually returned to nature and came to fruition.

But it seemed that Ying Xing couldn't wait for him.

The young man actually felt a little confused for a moment.

What should he do?

First of all, it is naturally impossible to persuade her to give up this option.

If Ying Xing was still a teenager, he could still persuade her, but now she is almost thirty years old and all her youth is dependent on him.

Although this was not what he wanted, and he could even say that he was a little helpless, he still felt that he had to take the responsibility.

An Jing has no intention of being a scumbag.

The main thing is that Ying Xing is indeed a good girl, and a good woman should not be let down.

But if I accept her, what should I do?

He was really not a person who liked to take the initiative. He and Jingliu had been arguing with each other for nearly a thousand years. In the end, Jingliu took a big step forward out of jealousy and the matter was settled.

......Is it considered raw rice?

An Jing is not quite sure.

In short, it's a bit difficult if you want him to take the initiative.

And look at Ying Xing like this.

Most likely he is similar to Bai Heng, feeling a little inferior and not wanting to compete with Jing Liu.

At least Bai Heng dared to attack boldly under Jing Yuan's stimulation, but Ying Xing's hope was mostly slim.

I felt that if I didn't do anything, she would really live like this for the rest of her life.

What to do......

He felt a headache when he saw Ying Xing's eyes avoiding his gaze.

He is not popular either inside or outside.

Forget it, let’s put it aside first.

The young man twisted his arms a few times, pulled them out of Bai Heng's arms, then pushed her away, fell on Jing Liu, and then immediately lay down on the table.

"are you sleepy?"

Ying Xing's low voice came from the side.

"Kind of."

"...Want to sleep here?"

An Jing glanced at her.

The woman, sitting on her knees, patted her thighs.

She was wearing a gown, so the exact shape of her legs couldn't be seen, but she could tell they were very slender.

Feeling his gaze, Ying Xing added in a panic: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that the table is very hard and a little cold... it might be a little uncomfortable to lie down on it..."

An Jing didn't answer. He fell onto her legs, moved his body, and lay face up.

I can hardly see Ying Xing’s face anymore.

He felt that the clothes were quite tight.

After comparing them in his mind, An Jing discovered that Ying Xing's human heart seemed to be the most magnificent.

Is this talent?

The woman did not take the next step. He thought that perhaps she was a little nervous because he kept his eyes open, so he simply closed them.

An Jing's breathing gradually became steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

After a while, there was a rustling sound, and a hand gently stroked his forehead and tenderly stroked his hair.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and Ying Xing's eyes, which were filled with satisfaction and joy, turned into surprise the next moment. He immediately withdrew his hand, feeling a little at a loss.

"I'm sorry... I... I couldn't help it..."

"Why are you sorry?"

"...?"

"It feels quite comfortable to touch, go on."

He moved his body, and placed his head, which was sliding down a little, on the root of Ying Xing's thigh, with the back of his head resting on her waist and abdomen.

Ying Xing blinked.

"...Don't you hate it?"

"You're quite strange, why should I hate you?"

She put her palm tentatively on the boy's head, and when he didn't respond, she slowly moved it again.

"I remember you didn't like people treating you like a child..."

"really."

The boy affirmed her, and neither of them spoke again.

Ying Xing breathed gently, and the satisfaction in his eyes reappeared.

"Are you happy?"

An Jing suddenly asked.

"Um......"

The woman answered truthfully.