Listening to the familiar soft voice, Zheng Ze had a smile on his face, "I'll just say, the hairpin is very beautiful."

Hearing this, Flame Spirit Ji's eyes sparkled brightly, and she smiled lightly, "Do you mean that hairpins are good-looking, or are people good-looking?"

Looking at her with a stunning appearance, Zheng Ze's happiness at this moment is very real.

He didn't hide it, nor did he exercise as much restraint as before, and said very directly, "I think it's better to be human."

Listening to his answer, the smile on Flame Spirit Ji Qiao's face became a little bigger, and the pair of shearing water autumn children never left Zheng Ze's face from beginning to end.

"Why don't you pretend now?" There was a playfulness in her smile, and she might be deceived by him at first because she was unfamiliar, but after getting used to it, how could she not detect the little caution in a man's heart with her keenness?

Just like some things, you may feel uncomfortable for the first time because of jerkiness, but the more times you go, the more the road is clear, and you will be proficient in knowing the intention of each action.

For example, a mature young woman will know what kind of pose to pose as long as she pats her buttocks.

Pursing her lips, Zheng Ze's eyes were shining, his smile was like a spring breeze infiltrating his heart, and he put the wooden box in his hand in front of her, "Don't you like it?"

Looking at the wooden box and looking up at Zheng Ze, Flame Spirit Ji took the box and said, "My sister said that I don't belong to any man."

Zheng Ze shook her head, no matter what she said, but the action had already expressed everything.

Some people feel that sincerity is the bottom line of love, and he has a clear conscience about Flame Spirit Ji from beginning to end. Sometimes, the simplest approach is the most effective.

"That's what you're talking about?" Zheng Ze said softly.

Flame Spirit Ji shook her head, two strands of hair swaying gently in front of her forehead, and she chuckled, "But I didn't say that men don't belong to me!"

She showed a narrow smile and looked at Zheng Ze with a smile, and there seemed to be a mesmerizing light in the water child.

The corners of Zheng Ze's mouth moved, and he remembered the conversation between the two sides during the couple's relationship.

"You're mine."

"I'm not yours, I'm my parents', but you're mine!"

In front of special people, sometimes I will be naïve like a child who waits for someone to pick up in kindergarten, knowing that I am naïve, but I am happy to immerse myself in it.

He just smiled, didn't speak, and reached out to gently open the small box she was holding in both hands.

Flame Spirit Ji also looked down, but because her vision was blocked, she sent the box slightly forward.

The lid was opened, and what came into view was something she had seen before.

Zheng Ze took out a pair of rings placed on it, directly pulled up one of her hands, pinched the root of her big and small thumbs, and easily put it on for her.

Her hands are white and delicate, her fingers are also slender, and she is as delicate as a treasure, Zheng Ze feels that there is no place where this woman does not meet her aesthetics from top to bottom.

Switching hands, he continued the same motion. And Flame Spirit Ji obediently changed hands to hold the box, just chuckling and letting him put the bracelet on himself.

Lowering his head, Zheng Ze said slowly: "Inside the bracelet on the right, I put a special spice, tasteless and formless, you quietly ignite it with a flame, even a master of the eighth layer of inner breath will be weak. The antidote is in the bracelet on the left, don't get it reversed."

….

Listening to his detailed explanation, Flame Spirit Ji's eyes swirled with soft waves, but there was some disdain on her lips, "In your eyes, I look like someone who is stupid enough to distinguish between left and right?"

Hearing this, Zheng Ze shook his head, "In short, you have your own choice, and I won't stop you. But that's my insistence, you can't do anything."

This time, Flame Spirit Ji didn't question the authenticity of his words, but said, "I don't need you to remind me, I know."

Zheng Ze smiled and brushed away her hair that was blown by the wind to cover her cheeks, "Since you know, then take good care of yourself."

She seemed a little dissatisfied with Zheng Ze's seemingly clear arrangement of everything, and she reminded, "Don't be too self-righteous, as if without you, my sister will live

If you don't go down, don't forget who protected you when you first came to Xinzheng!"

Zheng Ze was dumbfounded, the debate between men and women, whoever started to turn over the old accounts first had actually lost.

looked at her delicate face with burning eyes, and suddenly said, "I gave you a gift, shouldn't you return the gift?"

Seeing that he finally revealed his true colors, Flame Spirit Ji was not confused at all, and said with a playful smile, "What gift do you want?"

To her surprise, this time Zheng Ze was exceptionally direct and did not be polite to her at all.

Directly grabbed her soft and elastic waist, tilted his head slightly, and spoke to her without hesitation.

The thickness of her lips was moderate, and she didn't have the slightest negotiation or mental preparation in advance, and the action was done in one go.

Tasting the soft and sweet lips, he was obviously not satisfied with this, and couldn't help but gently knock on the jade door.

When Flame Spirit Ji was still stunned, she was defenseless and even lost the city.

When Zheng Ze took advantage of the victory to pursue, a pair of hands seemed to have his own ideas, and continued to chase the dream of climbing the mountain, his body was suddenly pushed away by Flame Spirit Ji.

Seeing Flame Spirit Ji wipe the luster on her lips with her hand, this stunning woman looked playful, "Only what I give you is a gift!"

Zheng Ze raised his eyebrows, but before he could speak, he felt a gust of wind cross his cheeks, and Flame Lingji's bright and moving face leaned over, and at the same time stretched out two hands around his neck.

Her response was far more enthusiastic than Zheng Ze had imagined, as if she was fighting back the fiercest against her previous assault.

It's just that the technology needs to be improved......

The full moon was still high in the sky, and there was no one in front of Zheng Ze, so he raised his right hand, and seemed to be able to feel the residual warmth, and smiled lightly.

Soft as water, passionate as fire, she has always been like this, and people can never guess what they will do next.

Putting aside the routines, in the end, only the most direct communication remains.

Taking a deep breath of the night's cold air, she slowly suppressed that little bit of charming thoughts, and let Flame Spirit Ji leave, also for her safety.

What to do next can be dangerous, and keeping weaknesses on your side is not a good option. Baimi eventually had a mistake, and he didn't want to wait until it happened to regret it.

And, even if she doesn't live in the attic, she is in her own sight.

……

In South Korea, a horse parked outside a post house and pulling a cart has been led to the back by attendants to feed the grass.

In one of the rooms of the post house, a young man with a green lantern in his hand reads Korean writing.

It didn't take long for him to finish reading the last word, and he exhaled a deep breath of cloudy air, and there was a tiredness on his face that could not be concealed.

It's exhausting to be on the road these days. However, looking at the book in his hand twice, he was puzzled between his eyebrows.

This one is very different from the previous Warring States Policy! And it seems that this book is only available in Korea, and it is not available in seven languages, as is the case with the policy theory.

"How long will it take for us to get to Xinzheng?" He asked the quiet man on the side.

Hearing this, this person thought about it, and after calculation, "There will probably be a day or two or so."

In fact, he couldn't say for sure, after all, he had never been to South Korea, but he had heard of the senior brother in South Korea.

The young man nodded, and as he looked at the contrasting two books on the table, a thought of curiosity flashed through his mind.

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