"I've thought about ......"

Mu Lingren's eyes looked at the ground a little distractedly, and he muttered in a low voice.

With both hands on her shoes and putting them on, she raised her head and looked at Zhang Yun.

As soon as her eyes met, she couldn't help but feel flustered, and hurriedly avoided her gaze.

"I haven't thought about it yet, you let me think about it......"

Unable to speak, she lowered her head and ran out of the bamboo house in a panic.

Zhang Yun looked at her departing back, his expression was both self-blame and chagrin.

He should have looked at her just now, but his heart panicked, and he subconsciously looked away.

It was supposed to be an opportunity to show courage, but it was missed.

It would be nice to take this opportunity, even to show your determination.

It's a pity......

The pink in his sight gradually faded away, and Zhang Yun sighed in a low voice: "After all, it's too eager for quick success, I should slow down and take my time......"

However, when he thought of the rumors he heard in the restaurant and his complicated situation, how could he calm down and think about it?

Could it be that the time spent recuperating from her injuries was just to get acquainted with her?

If so, what if she gets married during the time he leaves this place and returns to the sect?

finally met someone who could make his heart pound, did he miss it like this?

No!

Can't miss it.

Even if he is in a hurry and is more impetuous, he wants to have a story with her.

Even if there is no happy ending in the end, he is willing.

Who doesn't have a little romantic fantasy in their heart?

He just couldn't help but want to be close to her, to grasp the beauty in front of him, that's all.

……

Mu Lingren hurriedly returned to the boudoir, and slammed the bamboo basket in his hand on the bookcase as if venting.

She sat on the stool, one arm resting on the table, her eyebrows a little impatient, and even her breathing seemed to be rapid.

"Miss......"

Xing'er looked at her young lady worriedly, and cautiously asked, "Are you okay?" ”

In the morning, she was filled with worry when she saw the young lady confidently walk out of the room.

I thought to myself, how could he be so frivolous and take the initiative to change the dressing?

She didn't think so much about it, she just thought about the inconsistencies, but she didn't want her worries to seem to come true.

"Are you alright?"

Mu Lingren thought like this, and the scene of his wrist being grabbed came to his mind.

At that time, she just thought about whether there was a problem with the ointment she brought over, which annoyed Zhang Yun, and her good intentions became a bad thing, so she didn't think about it at all, but now that she thinks about it, Mu Ling is really ashamed and angry!

How could he be so Meng Lang and grab the arm of a lady?

Moreover, what he said was too embarrassing.

What does it mean to be devoted to me?

Is this something that can be said freely?

Does he even know what that means?

Mu Ling was upset, moved his arms, and said irritably: "Don't make noise first, and let me be quiet." ”

Things suddenly changed from the friendship she was expecting to become a child's affair, and it changed so quickly that she was caught off guard that she hadn't completely shaken her mind until now.

Thinking that he was still arguing with that person in that situation, Mu Ling people felt that this thing was ridiculous.

She actually theorized with him, how could it be like this?

It's so embarrassing!

It's just that when she remembered that sentence again, and thought of the man who said, "He thought about it all," it couldn't help but make her lose her mind again.

"He's even thought about the future, isn't that saying that everything he said is true?"

"Jealousy, imbalance, anxiety, boredom, thinking so far, how does this make me doubt his sincerity?"

"But...... The world says that immortals are different, is that really possible? ”

Mu Lingren felt a little tired, she tiredly rested her head on her arms, and looked at the peach blossom hanging painting on the wall with lost eyes, which she had drawn by herself.

When she painted this painting, she fantasized about her wishful husband, and the peach blossoms in the painting couldn't help but be a little more beautiful, so she never showed it to the world, and even her best friend had no chance to see it.

It's just that today, it seems that the petals that used to look too delicate are so common, as if they should be.

Thinking of Zhang Yun's delicate and handsome face, as well as her calm eyes, Mu Lingren felt more and more that this matter might not be as absurd as she imagined.

Not to mention anything else, the identity of "monk" alone is enough to make countless people go forward and succeed.

Not to mention that his attitude is so serious, as if there is no reason to refuse.

"But...... And what is life like in the mountains? ”

"Does he know how to write and sing?"

"Does he understand the sound?"

"Has he ever read poetry, can he be in touch with me?"

Thinking about it, Mu Lingren felt that his cheeks were a little hot, and he raised his palm and kept fanning his face.

When thinking rationally, she didn't feel that there was anything to be shy about, but once it came to feelings, her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

"It's so embarrassing, why would I think about this, I won't have a ...... with him"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Ling was stunned.

Is it really impossible?

No, it's not.

He is a practitioner, and nothing is impossible as long as he wants to.

The real problem in front of her is actually ......

……

Following.

Zhang Yun opened his eyes early in the morning, expecting to hear the brisk footsteps in his ears.

However, no.

Not only did he not show up in the morning, but even after the day had completely passed, he couldn't wait for what he wanted to wait.

In the evening, Zhang Yun thought to herself: she might need some time to calm down.

He forcibly resisted the restlessness in his heart and chose to continue to wait patiently.

But the second and third days passed, and she still didn't show up.

Seeing that the injury on his shoulder was about to scab over, Zhang Yun's mentality became more and more impatient.

Why?

Even if you want to refuse, you have to tell him in person, just hang him like this, what's the matter?

Just when Zhang Yun was about to lose it and couldn't help but want to go to her, Mu Ling came.

Early in the morning of the fourth day.

She walked into Cuiweiju with brisk steps, just like when she first came.

When there was a small rustling sound in his ears, all the impetuous thoughts in Zhang Yun's heart instantly disappeared.

"Immortal...... Sir, I'm here to change your dressing again. ”

The Mu Ling people who appeared in the bamboo house smiled like flowers, as if the previous dispute had never appeared, just like when they first saw her, exuding indescribable vitality.

Mr? What is this called?

Zhang Yun thought in a daze, and just watched Mu Lingren take off his shoes, walk over step by step, and sit opposite him again.

"Sir, let me see your injuries."

Mu Lingren's cheeks were slightly red, and his long eyelashes shook rapidly with those smart apricot eyes.

Zhang Yun could see her nervousness at a glance, knowing that her mentality today was different from the past, she knew what he wanted, and she also knew what she was doing.

Seeing this, Zhang Yun's mood suddenly became extremely bright, as if the clouds were clearing, and the whole world was bright.

"You...... Got it? ”

Zhang Yun asked in a trembling voice, hoping to hear a clear answer from her mouth.

But seeing that Mu Lingren didn't say anything, his trembling hands gently uncovered his shirt, and began to apply wound medicine to him as he did that day.

He opened his mouth to ask her what that meant.

But the atmosphere in front of him was so good that he was a little reluctant to break this tranquility.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yun didn't ask anything after all, and just enjoyed it quietly.

On the way to enjoy the stroke, he inadvertently noticed the slender, white and tender neck, and Zhang Yun's throat couldn't help but roll.

Just seeing her trembling arms and the sweat oozing from her forehead inadvertently, all her reveries were swept away in an instant, and she began to feel distressed again.

Hesitating, he took out his handkerchief and raised his arm.

Seeing that Mu Lingren had no intention of refusing, Zhang Yun was overjoyed and began to wipe off the beads of sweat for her.

His movements were so gentle, as if he was wiping a work of art, and the whole person was cautious, for fear of breaking the peace.

From beginning to end, Mu Lingren didn't say a word.

But looking at the slightly trembling nose, Zhang Yun knew that she had actually given the answer.