Ling Lingqi thought that the two of them had gone through so many ups and downs together, and Feng Jiuyue would treat each other as confidants and friends like her.

Unexpectedly, the other party is still the same as before, and he doesn't like to have excessive intimate contact with people, and the same is true for her.

Thinking of this, Ling Lingqi felt depressed.

If Feng Jiujiu found out that her first kiss was gone, and the person who snatched her first kiss was still her seventh junior sister, I don't know how she would feel.

Or scold, or hit, or kill.

Ling Lingqi didn't dare to imagine it anymore.

After all, she is the only one who has moved the hearts of mortals.

After understanding everything, Ling Lingqi stepped back step by step, no longer daring to approach or touch Feng Jiujiu casually.

At this time, Feng Jiujiu was still a little amused by the misunderstanding just now.

It turned out that the seventh senior sister said that what she already knew was referring to his chest......

He is a normal man, so naturally he will not change his figure into the same graceful as a woman, otherwise he will be embarrassed to look at every day.

The Longquan soup pool was quiet again, and the two people with their own thoughts did not speak first, but kept standing back to each other at a distance.

Until Ah Ying's voice came from outside: "Miss Ling, have you finished bathing?" Need a slave to come in and help? ”

When Ling Lingqi heard this, he immediately retracted his negative emotions and shouted loudly: "I'm almost fine, I can come out soon, you must not come in!" ”

"Yes, the slaves don't come in, but you have to be careful, the floor of the bath is slippery, be careful not to fall." After the instructions, A-Ying continued to guard the door of the Longquan soup pool loyally and dutifully.

"Okay, I'll be careful." Ling Lingqi walked cautiously towards the shore of the soup pond while returning to Ah Ying.

When she was about to go ashore, she couldn't help but glance back at Feng Jiujiu, who was still facing away from her.

After sighing helplessly, she walked out of the soup pool alone, then picked up the clean clothes that A-Ying had prepared for her early, walked behind a screen embroidered with a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and quietly tidied up her appearance.

Looking at the moving shadow on the screen from afar, Feng Jiuyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a white hand towel on the shore of the bath, and quietly revealed the wound at the broken tail.

The blood there had long since formed a dry mass, forming a very ugly scar.

The only thing he could do now was to gently wipe the wound and retreat it.

The severed tail no longer hurts, but he still feels some pain, not from the wound, but from his heart.

The consequence of forcibly cutting off the tail is that most of the cultivation is lost, and even if Fu Qingyun wants to help him partially in the future, he is not qualified to soar to become an immortal, and it is far away to recover the man's body.

But he has no regrets, and even if he does it again, he will still make the same choice.

The only thing he was worried about now was whether Ling Lingqi could accept himself with a broken tail.

For the nine-tailed fox, breaking a tail is equivalent to breaking an arm.

Feng Jiujiu was a little ashamed of herself, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

If it was in the past, he would never worry about this, because the seventh senior sister at that time could only tolerate him alone in her eyes and heart, no matter whether he was good or bad, she stubbornly followed him.

But now it's different, the seventh senior sister is no longer the seventh senior sister who only knew how to revolve around him in the past.

Although she has become lazy and lazy, her temperament is much gentler and more humble than before, and she gradually knows how to speak and do things, so that now there are more and more people who like her, especially men.

The peach blossoms are rolling in, and they can't be stopped.