Sword Maid (MTL) [COMPLETED]

16-20

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Zi Ning changed his clothes and his hair was wet. Qian Bi seemed to have not seen it, and went in and out as usual.

However, Zi Ning was very guilty in his heart.

Once again...

think about it and it seems that nothing happened.

Yan Ji was sitting there again wiping his sword.

He was sitting on the couch with his sword crossed on his knees, his eyes still could not see clearly, he had no focus, but his eyes fell precisely on the sword. An extremely bright light reflected from the blade, his eyes focused, clear and quiet.

Much more determined than when looking at her.

Zi Ning exhaled gently.

Yanji's ears moved. He turned his face slightly, and the motion of wiping the sword stopped.

But Zi Ning said nothing.

Yanji wiped his fingers on the hilt and suddenly said, "Come." She obediently walked over and stood beside him.

After dinner, the room began to darken, and there was no time to light up. The orange-red color of the setting sun shone in from the half-open west window, like blood, congealed on the sword.

Zi Ning was careful not to let his shadow block the light.

His face was in the gloom, with clear outlines, but his expression was ambiguous.

He said: "Come up."

Zi Ning was taken aback, lifted up the skirt and got on the couch, sitting not far from him.

Yanji retracted her long legs, gave her a bit of space, and whispered: "Close."

She moved forward a little.

"Closer."

Zi Ning could look at him as soon as he raised his head. There was only a sword between the two. She looked down.

His hand is very steady, and the heavy scooter sword is as light as nothing in his hand, lying there quietly.

However, Zining could feel the terrible sharpness, and his skin was already tightening and painful before he touched the blade.

The red light that resides on the sword is like a stream of bloody water.

Yan Ji handed her the cloth in her hand: "Take it."

Zi Ning took it.

He hasn't reacted yet, he has grabbed her hand.

The cocoon in his hand was rough and his palm was warm and dry, and it was a little itchy to cover the back of her hand. He rarely touches her normally, except...at that time.

It's not in the afternoon... a strange enthusiasm rushed up from her belly, she raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly, trying to distinguish his intention.

In the dim shadow, Yanji looked down at her hand, her eyelashes were especially thick, covering the dim light in her eyes.

He was calm and calm, put her five fingers in a proper posture, and said softly: "You still don't know how to wipe the sword."

Zi Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and became ashamed of the weird thought he had just now.

She lowered her head, closed her lips tightly, and let him take her hand, holding the soft cloth, and dropping it on the body of the scabbard sword.

Zining's fingers became a little stiff when he suddenly hit the hardness across the cloth.

The black scabbard sword was built by the master of swordsmith Zong Jing from the meteorite iron from the sky. It is the leader of the world's magical soldiers. It can break the hair by blowing the hair and hurt the sword.