CHAPTER XXXII. The two swords are inseparable.

Xue Bing was still a little afraid of Ye Gucheng, and when she saw Ye Gucheng from a distance, she quickly stood up and went back to the room first.

Ye Gucheng didn't care about Xue Bing, he walked straight to Jun Xuan's side. By the time he walked up to her, the scent around her had not yet dissipated. It was the smell of Gongsun Lan, which made Ye Gucheng frown a little unhappily.

Because he had discussed with Jun Xuan before, Ye Gucheng didn't ask about Gongsun Lan, he just said, "Let's go." He took Jun Xuan with one hand, and took her sword from Jun Xuan's hand with the other.

Jun Xuan got up and walked behind Ye Gucheng, but his eyes fell on his wrist that was held by his senior brother.

"Senior brother."

Ye Gucheng was walking in front of him, and suddenly he heard the little girl behind him call him. Ye Gucheng's footsteps paused, but he did not stop, but sped up his speed and quickly brought the person into the room.

When he arrived in the room, Ye Gucheng sat down on the chair, and by the way, he hugged his little junior sister to his knees, and then said, "Xuan'er has something on her mind." ”

Jun Xuan nodded, his clear eyes were full of Ye Gucheng's reflection. She raised her head and looked at Ye Gucheng, just like many years ago, she was held by him to learn the word and enlighten the Tao, and was introduced into this mortal world by him little by little.

"Gongsun Lan said that the senior brother will be snatched away by others." Jun Xuan looked at Ye Gucheng's eyes, and said frankly about what should have been about Fengyue.

There was no shame on the little girl's face, as if she were just ordinary gossip.

Hearing this, Ye Gucheng's eyes narrowed, and a touch of complexity crossed his amber eyes, and then he leaned over and approached Jun Xuan a little.

They were already extremely close, and at this time, Jun Xuan could even feel the warm breath on his face. Before this, they had not had a moment of grinding their ears and temples, but this time, Ye Gucheng's proximity made Jun Xuan feel that his heart was beating too fast.

However, Jun Xuan did not refuse, so he let Ye Gucheng lean over to the side of his neck.

Ye Gucheng asked, "Will Xuan'er let someone else snatch your sword?" His voice seemed to be no different than usual, but it was actually a three-point ...... Gentle?

Jun Xuan immediately shook his head. She is a swordsman, and naturally she never leaves her sword.

This is the expected answer.

Ye Gucheng's eyes suddenly bloomed with a ray of brilliance. His gaze enveloped Jun Xuan in it, and he didn't leave it for a moment.

The subtle itching from his fingertips made Jun Xuan unconsciously shrink his hand, but he was held tighter.

The man's low and cold voice sounded in his ears, the voice was not loud, but it was like a roar when it fell in Jun Xuan's ears.

He said: "Xuan'er will not let others snatch your sword, so Senior Brother will not let others snatch you." ”

For the first time in his life, Jun Xuan's hands began to tremble slightly.

She was born with Zixia Gong, enlightened at the age of five, practiced swords for more than ten years, and killed a few people in her life. Her hands never trembled, because Jun Xuan knew that if a person who wielded a sword could not hold the sword in his hand, he was not qualified to call himself a swordsman.

But this time, she wasn't just shaking her hands. From the entangled breath in the ears to the skin touching each other, every touch made Jun Xuan tremble uncontrollably.

As if afraid that she still didn't understand, Ye Gucheng slowly closed his arms, and then, he looked at Jun Xuan's eyes, and said word by word: "I like you." ”

The moment he heard Ye Gucheng say "I like you", Jun Xuan only felt that the blood around his body was rushing to his heart. The back that had been straight couldn't help but soften, and she leaned on Ye Gucheng's arms like this.

Strangely, she didn't feel scared or abrupt, she just suddenly had a feeling of "I see".

All these years are relative, so it is!

All these years of wholehearted trust, so it is!

All these years of dedication, so it is!

Suddenly, I felt that my eyebrows and eyes were sour, and the little girl's tears fell drop by drop.

Her tears fell on Ye Gucheng's palm, making Ye Gucheng's eyes darken.

He had thought about many reactions of his little sister, but he didn't want to make her cry. It is always at a certain age that a man will tell a woman that he is pleased with her in a way that does not make people feel pain. Ye Gucheng thought that it was enough to be appropriate, but he didn't expect to make the little girl cry.

Cold tears fell on his palms, but they seemed to burn him. Seeing Jun Xuan's tears flowing uncontrollably, even if his heart was as firm as Ye Gucheng, he couldn't help but feel soft in his heart.

Retracting his hand that was wet with tears, Ye Gucheng sighed deeply after being silent for a while, it was the first time in his life that he had the intention of retreating-that's it, if she didn't want to, why did he force her. As long as this little girl can live happily, it may not matter whether she promises herself or not.

With such repetitive words and such indecisiveness, he is not the White Cloud City Lord who usually kills decisively. However, Ye Gucheng was reluctant to do so. It was not someone else, but a little girl he raised with his own hands. Since he was a child, as long as she cries, he really has no way at all. So, that's it.

"Don't cry." Ye Gucheng's fingertips gently swept over the little girl's face, wiping away the tears on the little girl's face. A flash of gloom flashed in his eyes, but he still said: "If Xuan'er is unwilling, he will only be a senior brother's speech." Don't cry anymore. ”

Just like when she was a child, Jun Xuan's eyebrows and eyes were red when she cried, but at this moment she was red, but while shaking her head desperately, she suddenly stretched out her hand and tightly wrapped her arms around Ye Gucheng's neck. The little girl was underweight, and when she surrounded Ye Gucheng, the whole person seemed to be hanging on him.

Ye Gucheng couldn't help but reach out and hold her soft waist.

With a sob, Jun Xuan said intermittently: "Master...... Brother, do you like ...... Like me? Because she had just cried, the little girl's somewhat cold voice was also a little delicate.

Ye Gucheng's hand was caressing the back of Jun Xuan's head, going down her back, smoothing out her breath. Hearing his junior sister ask like this, his movements became more and more gentle, but he was already able to speak in the same tone as usual. He whispered, "I like you, but ......," I don't want to embarrass you.

Jun Xuan didn't let him finish the next words, and when Ye Gucheng said, "I like you", the little girl suddenly tightened her arms.

"Senior brother, I'm very happy."

The small one was so tightly attached that Ye Gucheng could smell the light aroma on Jun Xuan's body. It was a trance-like morning dew-like breath that could not be smelled at all unless it was very close.

"Then what are you crying about?" The hanging heart suddenly fell, and at first glance, Ye Gucheng's mind was blank for a moment.

Jun Xuan wiped his face embarrassedly, and his gaze involuntarily wandered. Ye Gucheng didn't urge her, but just looked at the little girl in his arms with a very gentle and gentle gaze.

After a while, a flush actually appeared on Jun Xuan's face, she held Ye Gucheng's hand again, and whispered: "Senior brother, I'm not unwilling, I'm crying with joy." ”

In the end, he is still young, and Jun Xuan has no way to describe his complicated feelings at that moment. This is a very contradictory psychology, just like Jun Xuan has been taught since she was a child that swordsmen can only rely on the sword in her hand, but her dependence on Ye Gucheng is almost natural - he has always been by her side, and he has let himself know the world little by little.

Jun Xuan has been taken care of by Ye Gucheng, which always makes her feel a kind of "how can she be virtuous", until Ye Gucheng said "I am happy with you", Jun Xuan suddenly felt that her world was complete.

All these years have surfaced in my mind, and the panic of these years has finally disappeared.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jun Xuan for a long time, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He has had too few times in his life to get what he wanted, and he seems to have been struggling. And this time, he not only got it, but it was so natural. It was as if it had been decided many years ago, and that person had been waiting for him there.

I see. So it was.

His heart was suddenly filled, and Ye Gucheng didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only get up and carry Jun Xuan to the bed, turn around and twist a handkerchief for her, and carefully wipe the tears on his face.

After wiping his face, Ye Gucheng stripped the stunned little girl on the bed to only her underwear, and then shook off the quilt and stuffed the person in, and did not forget to help her tuck the corners of the quilt. Naturally, the White Cloud City Lord had never served others, but this set of actions was not unfamiliar at all. When Jun Xuan was young, every time she practiced swords to lose her strength, Ye Gucheng always had to take care of her like this.

It was already dark, and Ye Gucheng patted Jun Xuan lightly across the way, and finally put a kiss on her eyebrows.

This kiss was very shallow, even though they had just confessed to each other and understood each other's intentions, Ye Gucheng was still restrained. He was not a gentleman who adhered to etiquette like a flowery building, and the reason for his restraint was only a soft pity in his heart—his little girl had been frightened too much to-day, and he did not want to scare her again.

"Senior brother, when will we get married?"

Until Ye Gucheng extinguished the lights in the house, Jun Xuan kept shrinking into the quilt like a little quail. At this moment, he poked out a small head and asked coldly.

Ye Gucheng was lying flat beside her, and when she heard this, she almost laughed. Turning over and facing Jun Xuan, Ye Gucheng said, "Is Xuan'er in a hurry?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Jun Xuan was asked. She actually has no concept of getting married, but she heard Mama Ye next to her say that getting married means that two people want to be together for the rest of their lives.

She just wants to be with her senior brother for the rest of her life.

The eyesight of people who practice martial arts is very good, even if there is no candle flame, Ye Gucheng can still see the confusion that flashes on the little junior sister's face. He shook his head in his heart, resisting the urge to touch his forehead, and then said, "I want to wait for Xuan'er to be a little older." ”

Now that she is a child herself, he still has a lot of things to solve. Although Ye Gucheng is confident, he doesn't want his little girl to take the slightest risk.

Jun Xuan unconsciously thought of his height, pursed his mouth a little aggrieved, and buried his head in the quilt. After a long time, the sound of the urn came from under the quilt: "When I grow taller, senior brother will have to wait for a long time." ”

Ye Gucheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed. He rarely laughed so heartily, and a lot of responsibility pressed on him, and finally made him a man who even smiled with extra restraint. But now, he laughed out loud.

- Although the voice was still very soft, so light that only Ye Gucheng and Jun Xuan could hear it. However, Ye Gucheng really smiled.

He took the small ball shrunk in the quilt into his arms, gently rubbed the top of Jun Xuan's head with his chin, and chuckled: "It's okay, senior brother can wait." ”

The midsummer night was not quiet, and in the midst of the chirping of insects, all the intimate words were masked, except for a blush on the little girl's cheek, which lingered for a long time.