Sword Maid (MTL) [COMPLETED]

51-55

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Yan Ji must do what he says, and what he said at the moment comes from the heart. He is willing to protect her.

It's just that things are impermanent and people's hearts are changeable.

Zining has no longevity, but never thought of relying on others. She has a good face and is used to playing with people's hearts, making people head overwhelmed and unable to stop. Before Yanji, she had tried several men without opening her buds.

She once thought of standing in the world by one way of coloring. She wanted to manipulate others without relying on them.

However, He Yan couldn't understand her feelings, she couldn't show it at all. After moving sincerely, she became more clumsy every day.

Zining couldn't catch him.

Yan Ji has always been so determined.

After repairing in the other courtyard for the whole night, Zi Ning hadn't figured out how to sleep, but Yan Ji had put her into bed.

Then naturally sleep a night. He never closes his eyes. Zining raised his head to look at him, his brows showing fatigue, and he fell asleep soon.

He held her in his arms, breathing steady and deep, and sleeping peacefully.

Zining sleeps inside. The oil lamp was never extinguished, and the flame flickered faintly. When it came in from behind him, his hair was as light as it would shine.

When he fell asleep, he lacked that terrifying sharpness, leaving him with pure beauty. Zining looked at his face, counted his eyebrows and eyelashes, then ran across the bridge of his nose and landed on his lips.

With soft and full lips, you don't need to say anything nice, just call her by her name.

He is so warm.

When I woke up the next day, Zining was alone in bed.

The light illuminates the whole house, and Yan Ji has gone to practice swords by herself.

She didn't expect that she was sleeping so soundly, she didn't even hear the sound of him getting up to wash and dress, she was shocked for a while.

Although she always reminded herself to be restrained and vigilant, her subconscious mind was relieved and she could even sleep soundly.

She is hopeless.

medicine.

The word woke her up suddenly. Last time I didn't take medicine with him in the woods.

She opened the quilt and sat beside the bed. When the door rang, Yanji had returned.

With the scabbard sword in his hand, he walked straight towards her, his eyes falling on her for a moment.

He said: "You are tired."

Zi Ning lowered his head and shook.

She is not tired, she is lazy in his arms.

Yan Ji stopped asking, he looked down at her. Her shoulders were contoured under her single dress, and her neckline was messy and wide open, revealing a dazzling soft whiteness.

He put his left hand on the side of her neck in a wicked manner and rubbed it.

The rough cocoon made her shrink, and she looked up at him, her ears red.

She didn't refuse, Yan Ji continued to stroke her fingers, reaching down from the edge of the collar a little bit, touching the softness that was gradually gathering under her collarbone. The fingertips are slightly hard, and the breast will sink.