The crescent moon shines on the ground.

The candle flame between the feet was faint, the heavy curtains blocked it, and the two shadows on the bed were obliquely long.

In the inn, a fair-skinned jade foot quietly poked out of the brocade quilt, regardless of the swaying lights, the arch of the foot was slender and the ankle was beautiful, and the toe beads were as white as pearls and jade, sometimes tightened, sometimes tightened.

No matter how inhumane the special training she has experienced, on the eve of this man and woman's affairs, after all, she is just an untrained virgin.

Xue Li's expressionless cheeks turned crimson.

She blinked her eyes and gently touched her hot cheeks, which was still a little incredible:

"Is this—'Blush'?"

“......”

Chu Zige looked down at her cheeks, his gaze went down from her cheeks, and only after he saw the plain white belly pocket, did he stop his movements.

- Suddenly wilted.

He lay down on the bed again, looked at the curtain of the roof, and said softly:

"Tomorrow, let's buy clothes."

"This coarse cloth belly pocket is too scenic."

“......”

Xue Li nodded subconsciously.

The little hand touched the rough fabric on his body, and suddenly there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, and his mood seemed to have dropped to the bottom at that moment.

If someone taught her, maybe she would understand that this feeling is called loss.

It is human nature to love beauty, and the pursuit of comfort is also instinctive.

She's not a sword after all.

......

Nan Ji's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed into a line, looking at the scene in front of her with a bit of confusion, a layer of fine fragrant sweat appeared on the skin under the snow-white fox's fur, and her snort was a little hot and spitting.

Outside the window, between the double corridors, the torrential rain gradually died down, only the water flowed, accumulating more and more.

For some reason, even she couldn't believe it, as if at a certain moment, she would be a little jealous of the woman named Xueli.

Her heart was in turmoil.

Finally, Nan Ji couldn't help but speak again:

"My lord, Nan Ji is sleepy......"

“......”

Chu Zige's face was expressionless, and he didn't look at the phoenix, and said coldly:

"When you're sleepy, you close your eyes, what?"

"Let me teach you to sleep?"

“......”

She licked her lips, looked at the figure, was silent for a long time, lowered her head, and her eyes changed slightly.

Maybe at this moment, she seemed to have a bit of murderous intent.

——Not only for Yu Xueli, but also for the inexplicable wavering in my heart.

Nan Ji tried her best to deny her own heart:

'A lowly race, also worthy?' ’

‘......’

......

Time is like a man who has passed the age of not being confused, and before she can feel a little, she puts on her pants and hurries to sleep.

In the blink of an eye, the ugly time has passed.

The sound of even breathing came from Xue Li's ears.

She took her head out of the quilt, tilted her head, blinked her snow-colored eyelashes, and looked at Chu Zige, who had fallen asleep, in a daze.

The red candle flickered, reflecting on his beautiful face.

Xue Li carefully got up from the bed, put on a black night dress, and after doing all this, she slowly walked to the low table and picked up the cup of leftover tea that was drunk by Chu Zige.

Midnight water, silence.

The entrance of herbal tea instantly penetrates the heart.

She held the sword in her hand, a hint of coldness flashed in her ice-blue pupils, and then gently pushed the door open, turned and disappeared into the night.

Around the corner, Nan Ji opened her eyes suddenly, staring straight at her hidden back.

This is the perfect opportunity to kill her.

After some careful consideration, she finally let out a long breath and said quietly:

"Little slut, you should be glad that you have picked up a life from the hands of this palace."

“......”

Nan Ji put on the clothes on her body neatly, and her eyes subconsciously glanced at the crystal land she left behind, and couldn't help but blush her cheeks:

"Phew!"

Then she turned her gaze to the man who was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed, and her eyes were deep, and she murmured:

"Where did he get those dragon scales?"

"Why does this palace always feel that these things are too strange? It's like all his purposes...... It's just for the sake of this real dragon thing. ”

"Disguise? If it was disguised, where did he learn the identity of the main palace? ”

"It's not a disguise, isn't it too much of a coincidence?"

“......”

While thinking, she tiptoed towards Chu Zige's bed, carefully rummaging through the dragon scales he had placed in his arms.

Inadvertently, a few strands of long hair fell to his cheeks, twitching slightly.

Chu Zige frowned, and whispered in his dream:

"Hmm...... Bao'er, don't make a fuss. ”

“......”

As soon as the words fell, she turned over and raised her hand to wrap her arms around her slender waist.

？！

Nan Ji was afraid that he would wake up, so she didn't dare to make a big move for a while, so she let him do it.

A fiery snort brushed her earlobes and neck, and she bit her lower lip slightly, looking at him with a bit of eccentricity.

"The roast chicken is so delicious."

"Don't move the roast chicken...... Let me nibble on ......"

“......”

Nan Hime: "!? ”

She tried her best to hold back the slight waves in her heart, and advised herself that he was dreaming, and that the roast chicken was indeed delicious...... It has nothing to do with me.

Until the restless hand floated slowly up from her waist to her waist, and then grabbed it.

"Huh~"

She hurriedly covered her lips with her hands, and looked at that hand with shame in her phoenix eyes, and her clothes rose and fell.

There was a bit of numbness on his body, and goosebumps rose......

"Zijun, why is the size wrong......"

Chu Zige smacked his mouth, rolled over, and then continued to lean upward, sliding down her long hair to her back, rubbing it lightly on her shoulders......

The subtle touch seemed to hit her heart, making her body tremble involuntarily, and her throat couldn't suppress the desire to hum twice.

'Why is this little guy so skilled......

All the way to her cheek.

Chu Zige tentatively searched for a few points, then turned under the tip of her nose and touched her lips.

- His brow furrowed, and his index finger and thumb were placed on the two lip flaps, and he broke them to the sides......

Nan Ji felt more and more that something was wrong.

His scorching body temperature kept coming, his cheeks became hotter and hotter, his heart was numb, and his breathing became more and more involuntarily......

Until Chu Zige's middle finger tentatively ...... When......

Nan Ji: "......?!? ”

"Bang-"

She finally couldn't take it anymore and raised her hand to wave it from his neck.

Chu Zige's hand hung down and fell asleep soundly.

Nan Ji's mind was distracted, forcing herself to take a long breath of relief, and then rummaged in his arms several times, and finally found the dragon scale.

He snorted, clenched his fist tightly, and walked away.

In the night, the corners of her mouth hooked up a trace of shame:

"Gong embroidery, this palace has to talk to you."

“......”