The young man bent down and pressed his head on Sang Li's shoulder, smiling shallowly but softly.

Sang Li hugged the young man's waist, and was surprised how this waist was so thin.

The boy's voice came.

"Ah Li, I like you." The boy said in a low voice.

"Hmm." Sang Li was stunned and replied.

"Ah Li, I like you, I like you."

"Hmm."

"Ah Li, I like you, I like you very much."

"Hmm."

………

The boy tirelessly repeated in her ear that he liked you, liked you.

The voice was low and soft, lingering and compassionate, as if drowning in joy, and extremely soft.

"Okay, good night." Sang Li's heart was beating a little fast, and she forcibly calmed down.

"I don't want a good night." The young man hugged her stickily, his lips crossed her neck as if he didn't have any, and his voice was low, a little aggrieved and a little dissatisfied.

"Then what do you want to do!" Sang Li didn't know if it was hot or his face was hot, but it was a little hot.

"Ah Li, can you say that you like me?" The boy's long eyelashes swept across her neck, tingling with a tingle.

"I like you, I like you, I like you." Sang Li said quickly.

“…… That's not true. "The young man is even more aggrieved, why didn't she call him, why did she still have a perfunctory and unhappy feeling," you don't say that. ”

"What am I going to say?" Sang Li wanted to cry a little, it was really difficult, and if she liked it a few more times, she wanted to wonder if the boy was interested in her, but she was just a sword, and what if someone's love was just a simple liking.

And she's not going to like anyone here, she's going home.

Her slightly hot brain suddenly cleared up a little, and she exhaled.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." The boy pursed his lips and said.

"Then I'm leaving." Sang Li nodded, how could she have such an idea of male and female affection for a seventeen-year-old boy, she hurriedly shook her head.

"Ah Li must teach me the thirty-six styles of the heavy sword tomorrow." The boy said in a low voice.

"Well, remember." Sang Li hurriedly nodded.

"Well, Ah Li, good night." The young man reluctantly let go of Sang Li.

Like a fish that can finally breathe, Sang Li hurriedly waved his hand and said goodbye, the soles of his feet were windy, and he left very quickly.

Next to the door frame, the young man's eyes were slightly lost, he obviously quietly took advantage of her little bit of liking, is it not enough to guide out the joyful and happy emotions, why is she still so calm.

Thinking that with a guide to pleasant emotions, she would kiss him, and she would say the love that she did not dare to say in her heart.

Ah Li is really too restrained.

……

The next day, after Sangli finished class, the young man happily held her hand and went back to Zaoling Pavilion together.

Sang Li didn't expect the boy to be so active in sword practice.

Naturally, she wouldn't spoil him.

The two of them came to the open space of the Zaoling Pavilion.

Roofs above the clearing around the perimeter.

Xue Cen was lying on the roof with Bai Velvet and was chatting with Bai Velvet.

"When will you be able to transform?" Xue Cen said quietly.

"I don't know." The small feet of the white velvet are slightly elongated, and the two small legs, one on the other, lifts Erlang's legs, which looks pink and tender.

"Do you want to go back to the Demon Realm?" Xue Czenzen was lying with her arms resting on the back of her head.

"I don't want to." White Velvet said without a trace of hesitation.

"Are you the little prince who defected from the Demon Realm Snow Cashmere Beast Clan?" Xue Cen said lightly.

White Velvet: ......

"It's not!" White Velvet hurriedly denied it.

"That's it." Xue Cen said with a grin.

"Are you the little princess who ran away because the snow tiger beasts didn't want to marry?" White Velvet pouted.

"Can we be the same? You're being hunted down. Xue Cen Cen glanced at him arrogantly, "Auntie, I was begged to marry." ”

White Velvet closed his mouth and eyes, not wanting to communicate.

"You're not afraid that if I tell me where you are, a whole bunch of people will come after you?" Xue Cen said with a smile.

"You're so beautiful, beautiful, and kind, you won't say it!" White Velvet raised a big smile.

"Uh-huh." Xue Cen Cen is very useful for patting sycophants, which is the result of too much white velvet patting sycophants.

Below, Sang Li was frowning to look at the young man's posture, so he had to straighten his arm with his hand, and said slowly: "The arm must be stable, and the sword must be stable." ”

The corners of the young man's mouth hooked slightly, and while saying yes, he followed Sang Li's movements little by little to correct his posture.

He enjoyed the woman's touch, the feeling of being all on him.

Sang Li nodded slowly, although she straightened it so many times, his posture was correct, she still said slowly: "The first style of the heavy sword focuses on the concentration of power on the blade, and the sword intent and sword qi are condensed. ”

Now the two of them are holding wooden swords, and Sang Li looked at him: "Let's use the first style of the heavy sword together, just click it." ”

The boy's long eyelashes flashed and he nodded.

The two of them made a good posture, and then got up and jumped, and the young man watched the wooden sword in the woman's hand rush over, like an unstoppable strong light.

Qin Xuan raised his wrist and held it slightly hard, the woman's sword easily shook his sword, and the sword detached from his palm, leaving only a crimson scratch.

The boy's eyes turned red.

Sang Li felt that it was okay to be injured a little, and there was no bleeding, but the young man's eyes were red.

Sang Li was frightened, and hurriedly went over to check his palm, it was really just a red mark, but the young man's hand was very white, white and cold, and the red mark was particularly obvious.

"It's okay, boys, don't have red eyes." Sang Li said helplessly.

"My hands hurt." The young man pursed his lips and raised his hand to show her aggrievedly, looking at her with trembling eyes.

Sang Li had no choice but to help him apply plaster.

She always felt that she had written him too badly, that she had written him to death, and then let her wear it into the book to atone for him.

"That's all for today." After the mulberry was painted, he said slowly.

"Does Ah Li dislike me?" The young man lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was a little sad.

"No, no." Sang Li hurriedly said, "Your hand is injured, don't practice it first, don't practice such a beautiful hand anymore." ”

The young man only heard her say that his hands were good-looking, and the roots of his ears were slightly red: "Ah Li thinks my hands are good-looking?" ”

Sangli: ......

That's not her point.

Sang Li looked down at the young man's hand, the finger bones were slender and distinct, glowing with a cold light, the cyan blood vessels were faintly visible, and the skin was delicate and smooth, which was really good-looking.

"Well, it's good." Sang Li nodded.

This, how did she also go astray.

"I think Ah Li's hands are also very good." The boy grabbed one of her palms with both hands and played with it, kneading the soft flesh of Mulberry's fingers.

The long fingers are as white as jade, round and beautiful.

Sang Li nodded, she also thought her hands were quite good-looking.

Success was led astray.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are crooked, soaked with joy,

Ah Li, I like you so much.

I like it to the fullest, don't I love you so much?

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