Quickly Transmigrate: A Tsundere God Always Asks For A Hug

Chapter 39 The Flower Demon (39)

Nan Xin: "Uh..."

Does she have that much strength?

Yan Yichi lowered his head, his pitch-black eyes seemed to have been soaked in water, they were black and shiny, glowing like obsidian.

Nan Xin raised her head and looked at him, Qing Lingling's eyes did not flinch at all.

"What are you doing?"

Pre-emptive strikes, take the lead.

Yan Yichi lowered his long black eyelashes, trembled slightly, paused for a few seconds, clamped her chin with one hand, and said quietly: "What do you want?"

Rebel Army.

Nan Xin: "..."

No, this pose is a bit strange.

Nan Xin was forced to raise her head, looking straight into his eyes, it was clear and cold, and there seemed to be something suppressed underneath.

"Well, I just want to take you inside a little bit so that you can see it more clearly." She explained with a smile.

Yan Yichi snorted, but didn't let go of his movements.

The breath is entangled, and the breath is warm.

Those around them could hear their shallow breathing, as well as the flapping and buzzing of fireflies flapping their wings.

Too quiet.

Nan Xin stared at the mole in the corner of Yan Yichi's eye, and couldn't help but stare blankly for a while, as if there was some magical power that attracted her deeply.

Suddenly, the handsome face in front of them suddenly enlarged, and the tips of their noses were about to touch each other, and the cool pine scent rushed towards them, lingering at the tip of their noses.

Nan Xin's eyes widened in shock, and she didn't dare to move.

Damn, who will tell her what's going on now?
Why do fireflies look like this?
Yan Yichi smiled slightly, and when he was about to get close, he turned a little sideways, and his warm breath came to his ears, long and burning.

"You're walking crookedly."

As he said that, he helped her straighten her steps, the distance was very close, and the cool cloth brushed against Nan Xin's face.

After the action was done, Yan Yichi let go of his hand and stepped back a little distance.

It seemed as if it was really just helping her to shake the step.

The previous ambiguity disappeared.

Yan Yichi leaned against the tree and said softly to her, "Go and play by yourself."

Nan Xin looked at him suspiciously, frowned, but didn't say anything, turned around and merged into the world of Liuying.

Yan Yichi lowered his eyes slightly, lifted his eyelids to look at her a few times, then turned away, and exhaled a dull breath.

Fortunately, it is under control, otherwise...

Not far away is a lively girl with a light figure and a slender back. Her jet-black hair sways slightly with her movements. The moonlight shines in the depths of the forest, and part of it falls on her body. It is bright and silver, like a pure and beautiful woman. Fairy, carefree.

Yan Yichi's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a little warmth in his cold eyes at this moment.

When Yan Yichi thinks of her in the future, he will often think of this scene, the girl under the moonlight.

On the way back, Nan Xin was in a good mood, humming a song in a low voice.

Yan Yichi didn't recognize what song it was at all, but after thinking about it, it's normal that he couldn't recognize it.

Nan Xin spoke lightly, humming a nursery rhyme "The Little Mushroom Picking Girl".

"The girl picking mushrooms
Carrying a big bamboo basket
bare feet in the morning

Walk the hills and hills

She picks the most mushrooms

……

thialololololololothialothialothia
thialololololololothialothialothia
Thia Luo Luo Thia Luo Luo Thia Luo Luo Luo Luo Thia Luo Li Thia"

Yan Yichi: "...very happy?"

Nan Xin: "Well, I saw shooting stars and fireflies at the same time in one day, how lucky I am to see them."

Yan Yichi hummed quietly, but didn't say much.

Nan Xin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized today's day, and instantly regretted what she just said.

"I... sorry, it shouldn't be like this."

She paused for a second, and immediately said to Yan Yichi.

His face turned red, he was very embarrassed.

Yan Yichi stopped, frowned and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Nan Xin pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, and whispered, "Just today..."

Yan Yichi reacted immediately, and his mood was indescribable for a moment, pampering and heart-warming.

"It's okay, seeing you makes me feel better."

He opened his mouth lightly, slightly curling the corners of his lips.

Nan Xin froze for a moment, "Aren't you unhappy?"

Yan Yichi glanced at her, and asked, "Why should I be unhappy?"

Nan Xin was silent for a moment, "That's good..."

Yan Yichi sighed silently, rubbed her head with his big palm, and said softly, "Don't think too much."

Nan Xin: "Oh... good."

The long night is in power, the starry sky is long, the forest is lush, and the fingertips are warm and cool.

On the way back, Nan Xin walked back with Yan Yichi.

There were some scattered gravels on the road, and she played with them by kicking them.

While Yan Yichi looked at the road under his feet, he also paid attention to her from the corner of his eye.

As he expected, in the next second, Nan Xin accidentally kicked in the air, and fell straight back.

Fortunately, Yan Yichi quickly supported her and made her stand upright.

"Is it fun?"

He glanced at her expressionlessly, his voice cold.

Nan Xin rubbed her nose and said honestly, "It's not fun, I won't play anymore."

Yan Yichi: "Walk well."

Nan Xin hummed back: "Understood."

Nan Xin raised his head to look at the moon. This scene is very suitable for a drink.

She can still drink well, as long as she doesn't drink too much alcohol.

Xu Shi hadn't had a drink for a long time, and Nan Xin was a little greedy for a moment, so he asked Yan Yichi, "Do you drink?"

Yan Yichi: "...?"

Nan Xin: "If you don't drink a lot, just a little."

As he said that, he made a little gesture with his index finger and thumb, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking like a ghost.

Yan Yichi frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Do you still drink?"

Nan Xin let out an uh, and replied in a low voice, "Well...just drink a little."

Yan Yichi looked at her fair and delicate face, wondering how many things he didn't know, so he snorted softly.

"Go back and talk."

Nan Xin became happy in an instant, and hurriedly tugged on his sleeve: "Let's go, let's go back."

Yan Yichi didn't say a word, glanced at the corner of the sleeve she was pulling from the corner of her eye, and the corner of her mouth slightly hooked.

At this point in the villa, there was no one there, and the attendants all retreated.

The silvery white moonlight sprinkled all over the yard seemed to add atmosphere to their drinking.

Nan Xin sat on the stone bench, staring at Yan Yichi with glowing eyes: "Where's the wine?"

Yan Yichi: "Don't worry, I'll get it."

Nan Xin: "Okay, okay, go quickly."

Yan Yichi sighed softly, and went to the wine cellar to choose a jar of wine with low concentration and good taste.

In fact, he doesn't usually drink much, but only takes a few sips occasionally. These wines were brewed several years ago. As soon as he opened the mouth of the jar, the strong aroma of the wine overflowed, as if he had crashed into Man Xiang's embrace.

Nan Xin looked at the wine in his arms, her eyes lit up immediately, she had a very good nose, she could smell the aroma of the wine from a long distance, and she immediately caught her liking.

(End of this chapter)