"Who, who's You!"
"Let go of me, I'm your senior sister!"
Xie Ziyou's ears were red. Her resistance was soft and weak, and she pushed Guan Heng's warm and broad chest with both hands.
Drunk, Guan Heng's embrace was even warmer. The young man's lê Lê eyes were watery, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised with a trace of redness.
At first glance, it didn't seem like she was struggling, but more like she was rejecting him.
Guan Heng had finally caught her, so how could he let her go so easily?
He chuckled and said, "You, I left your scent in the core of the array. No one can come in except for you."
Xie Ziyou: "…"
F * ck.
There was such a trick? So ruthless?
By leaving his scent, this person wouldn't stay here in the future?
Xie Ziyou almost wanted to crack open the protagonist's head to see what kind of nonsense was inside.
But Guan Heng's cheerful smile and the tenderness in his eyes instantly dazzled him and blocked all his words.
Guan Heng held Xie Ziyou's soft and slender waist, and his fingertips touched Yingbai's slender wrist. Her delicate skin felt like the finest silk, and he couldn't help but feel his blood boil. For a moment, his heart was like a capricious monkey.
But he was afraid of scaring You away.
The young man lowered his eyes and took a deep breath. With excellent self-control, he barely suppressed the manic impulse in his heart — but if impulse could be easily suppressed, how could it be called impulse?
"… Senior Sister." Guan Heng's voice was hoarse.
It's okay, it's just a title. Whether it's "You" or "Senior Sister," it's still you.
The flickering candlelight fell on the young man's obscure and deep eyes, revealing a thick color like condensed ink.
Guan Heng couldn't help but tighten his arms. He lowered his head slightly and whispered in Xie Ziyou's ear, "Senior Sister, do you still remember what you said in front of Guan Fu's door?"
"You said that regardless of whether I, Guan Heng, am alive or dead, I will … always be your husband."
His deep and magnetic voice was close to Xie Ziyou's ear, like thunder exploding in her ears.
The young man's warm breath blew on his Fair Complexion's delicate neck, with a teasing tone, but the last syllable was low, ambiguous and affectionate, as if they were lovers whispering.
When Xie Ziyou heard the last few words clearly, his mind buzzed, and a current suddenly surged up his spine.
He arched his back and his entire body was as red as a steamed shrimp. He clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. He tried his best to defend himself. "I … I did that because …"
"Because 'Xie Ziyou' wants me dead."
Guan Heng suddenly interrupted Xie Ziyou.
He released his arms from around Xie Ziyou's slender waist and pressed his hands on the young man's shoulders. He lowered his head slightly and stared into Xie Ziyou's eyes with eyes as deep as ink and as deep as the abyss.
"You want me to give up. You want me to hate you."
Guan Heng's tone was slow, almost pausing after every word, but every word was enunciated very clearly.
It was as if he had thought about every word for a long time, so long that he had thoroughly polished it and memorized it by heart.
"Because you can't marry me. Your true identity, your family, and your difficulties won't allow it."
Xie Ziyou was forced to look at Guan Heng blankly. He looked at the pair of eyes that were close to him, gradually reflecting the light of the fire and his own tiny silhouette, which gradually shone like obsidian.
He thought to himself, 'Huh?
What difficulties?
When did this happen? '
On the other hand, Guan Heng's brows gradually relaxed, and an overwhelming tenderness filled his eyes like ocean waves.
The young man's lips slowly curved into a happy smile. His thin lips parted slightly. "But you still saved me."
"You, you can't bear for me to die. Why? "
"Clearly, killing me is the most direct way. Only when I'm dead can you truly be free of future troubles. But why did you save me?"
Xie Ziyou's voice was soft and guilty. He tried to make a final struggle. "I didn't …"
"You!"
Guan Heng suddenly tightened his grip on Xie Ziyou's shoulders, and a heavy weight suddenly fell on him.
Xie Ziyou stared blankly with wide eyes. He staggered half a step as Guan Heng pushed him. Only then did he realize that his calves were weak and he could barely walk.
The young man's bright black eyes surged with fire.
The wind had picked up outside, howling and circling around the simple and crude little courtyard, rolling up a large amount of sand and wind, which fluttered against the paper window.
The candlelight was buffeted by the wind, and the flame flickered. The whole room flickered for a moment. A faint shadow covered Guan Heng's head. Half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and his facial features appeared more profound and sharp like a blade.
Xie Ziyou's mind shook.
The moment their eyes met, he read a trace of inexplicable loss and grievance in Guan Heng's bright eyes.
It seemed to be questioning him, 'You obviously like me, so why don't you admit it?'
'But how do you want me to admit it?'
His emotions rose and fell like a raging sea. The young man's voice was soft and calm, just like before.
The oppressive atmosphere in the air pressed down on Xie Ziyou, making him almost suffocate.
The wine was sour, and the same grievance overflowed in his heart. Xie Ziyou sniffed and thought to himself, 'How the f * ck do you want me to admit it?'
'Say that I also like you, but we can't be together?'
'Say that I have to leave sooner or later, and that the points you hate me for are not enough. Even with all the reserves I have from the previous worlds, I can only stay in this world for 20 years at most.'
Xie Ziyou's long eyelashes trembled violently, and his eyelids drooped slightly. He was about to harden his heart and say, "Give up."
But Guan Heng beat him to it.
"You, is it because of your identity that you don't want to drag me down? It's okay, I don't care if you're a man or a woman, and I don't care how long you can stay. "
The young man's voice was clear and bright, like the moon and the breeze.
Xie Ziyou was stunned and blurted out, "How did you know …"
'Know that I'm leaving?'
Guan Heng smiled slightly and didn't say anything.
He was so intelligent, and he had experienced the fickleness of human nature in the first half of his life. He had long practiced the ability to observe people's expressions.
You was the only person he cared about the most, and he wanted to protect with all his heart. Xie Ziyou's tangled thoughts, her feelings of reluctance to part with him, but she didn't know what to do, fell into Guan Heng's eyes. He had already made hundreds of guesses, and he had made corresponding plans for each of his guesses.
When they first met, You had lied to him, saying that you were an immortal who had descended to the mortal world.
… But now, it seemed that it might not be a lie.
Guan Heng gently pulled Xie Ziyou's right hand, slowly pried open the young man's slender hand, and placed it on his chest.
Feeling the fiery and taut chest under his palm, as well as the "thump thump thump thump", the violently beating heart, Xie Ziyou's blood also surged in an instant. The roar of the heart beating seemed to be beside his ears, and the two rapid rhythms strangely converged and merged together.
"Every day that I spend with you is another day of happiness. Every day that I spend with you is another day that I earn. I don't think that in my life, I will ever like anyone else as much as I like you. "
"You, will you marry me?"
"I like you. I only like you."
The young man's eyes were clear, and his gaze was penetrating.
He held Xie Ziyou's Fair Complexion hand, lowered his head sincerely, and kissed the back of Yingbai's hand.
It was extremely gentle, but also extremely sincere. When he looked down, the young man's eyes were scattered with thousands of stars. The warm touch fell on the back of Xie Ziyou's hand, and the narrow area where their skin touched suddenly burned like fire.
It was just like that time in front of Guan Fu's door, when the handsome young man held the Ice Spirit Flower in his hand, and kissed the tip of the flower as lightly as a butterfly.
The sunlight fell into his eyes, and it was like a dazzling golden sunset that filled a secluded lake.
In an instant, there were thousands of fireworks, and they were like shooting stars. The flowing light overflowed, and the sky cracked.
The tip of Xie Ziyou's nose was red, and the light in his beautiful peach blossom eyes swayed, reflecting the flickering candlelight. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
He tried to pull his hand back, but Guan Heng's grip was extremely tight. His five fingers clasped Xie Ziyou's wrist, and he looked like he wouldn't let go even if he was beaten to death.
Xie Ziyou was extremely helpless. His thin lips opened and closed several times, but in the end, he could only mutter a weak threat.
"Guan Heng, you'll regret it."
When Guan Heng heard this, he wasn't angry. Instead, he was happy.
"I won't regret it," he said happily. "If anyone should regret it, it should be you who will regret it. Why did you save me at that time? You, you were soft-hearted for a moment, and now that you've stuck to me, you can't easily get rid of me! "
The air was filled with an intoxicating smell, and the young man's dark and bright eyes flashed with flowing light. His affection was sweeter than wine, and it was almost intoxicating.
Xie Ziyou was slightly drunk, and the cold wind outside the courtyard had almost blown him away.
But at this moment, under Guan Zhuozhuo's gaze, Xie Ziyou's breathing involuntarily became very rapid. The unique burning sensation of alcohol rushed to his heart again, and the jade bottle poured out, drenching him to his heart's content.
F * * k.
The alcohol surged, and in a flash, Xie Ziyou's heart was filled with 180 curses.
The flickering candlelight attacked his reason and dazzled his eyes. He had been forced to this point, so how could he still have the face to not admit it?
Did he really not like Guan Heng?
No, he liked him! He liked him to death!
Ever since he destroyed the jade bracelet in the mountain forest of Luo Ling, an extremely oppressive feeling had lingered in Xie Ziyou's heart.
Until now, when he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and looked at the crescent moon outside the window, Xie Ziyou still mistakenly thought that he was still in Luo Ling.
When Dawn appeared, the morning dew would be evaporated by the sun, and a young man would break through the fog and come to him with a bowl of fresh fish soup with gentle eyes.
Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and spat out a few words in a low voice, "I'm really … really in trouble because of you!"
Although he was reprimanding him, he had been trying to break free, and quietly let the young man hold him in his arms. He only quietly turned his head away, and awkwardly did not want to continue looking at Guan Heng.
He had a hundred reasons to reject Guan Heng.
Points, family, a predictable separation in the future, and all kinds of unpredictable changes caused by the deviation of the world lines … but there was only one reason to accept him.
But after hesitating for a few days and going around in circles, he still made the most irrational choice.
… This was probably God's will.
Guan Heng keenly felt that his lover's attitude had softened.
He had used decades of hardships to hone the ways of the world, and it seemed that all of it was for this moment that he could read the sweet thoughts behind the embarrassed face of the young man in his arms.
The next second, overwhelming joy flooded him, and in an instant, it drowned him like a tsunami. It was like the sound of firecrackers on New Year's. Sparks flew everywhere, fireworks filled the sky, and streams of light danced back and forth in his heart.
Guan Heng could not help but hold Xie Ziyou tightly in his arms. His hand clasped the young man's slightly sunken moon point, and he wrapped his arms around his slender back. He blurted out, "You, you promised me! You promised me, right? "
He had always had a glib tongue, but this simple sentence was stuttering, and he repeatedly confirmed it.
Xie Ziyou's face was red as he thought to himself, 'I'm so stupid.
As the protagonist, should I call you smart or stupid? '
"… I didn't say anything." He raised his hand to push Guan Heng's shoulder and gently pushed the eager young man away. He tilted his head and tried to hide his hurried heartbeat and breathing. "It's too late, I have to go. Hey, what's that?"
Xie Ziyou looked up and saw that outside the door, the ink-like sky in the distance was dyed with a gorgeous red. It rose like the morning glow, and the stars and the moon avoided it. The red light was particularly strange in the silent night.
The evening breeze carried a dry and hot aura, blowing fiercely, roasting the originally verdant vegetation into a wilted state. Xie Ziyou sniffed with his nose and keenly smelled a trace of burnt bitterness.
That direction, should be …
"The back of the mountain is on fire?"
Guan Heng could not care less about whether the sky was red or not.
It was not easy for him to break into You's heart and find a breakthrough. Now, let alone the back of the mountain being on fire, even if the world was ending or a comet hit the earth, he would be too lazy to lift his head.
"You you, did you promise …"
"Promise, my foot!"
Xie Ziyou's round eyes widened slightly. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of her eyes revealed a flirtatious blush. She was embarrassed and angry. "Is this the time to talk about this?"
"The back of the mountain is on fire. Master specifically asked us to take care of the Butterfly Orchids. Aren't you going to take a look?"
Guan Heng thought to himself, Butterfly Orchids my foot. Was he not more important than a few flowers?
Anything that disturbed his relationship with You deserved to die. If You did not give him a substantial answer, he would run to the back of the mountain and set it on fire.
Xie Ziyou did not think so.
Firstly, the Butterfly Orchids were indeed precious. Secondly, there were still two days before the deadline for Guan Heng to turn in the mission. Now that the back of the mountain was on fire, no matter how one looked at it, it was targeting Guan Heng.
Xie Ziyou glanced at the young man with disappointment. She turned around and ran out of the door, her white dress fluttering in the wind.
"If you're not going, I'm going."
"You!"
Guan Heng grimaced and could only follow the figure in front of him and run out the door.
He felt some regret. In the end, he did not hear the words he wanted to hear from You's mouth.
The night wind blew, and the warm air spread.
The young man caught up to the elegant white figure in front of him. He was half a body's length behind. Looking at Xie Ziyou's long hair that was blown up by the wind and her bright red ears that were illuminated by the light of the fire, he suddenly felt relieved. It did not matter anymore.
A level seven xiuzhe gave up flying and was willing to run on the ground with him.
Wasn't this a declaration?
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