The heartthrob of Kuai Wen: The vicious female supporting role makes her crazy

Chapter 53 The leader of the Hehuan Sect who wants to sleep with the male protagonist 52
  Wearing a pure red robe, the man's clear eyebrows are more and more sultry. His dark hair reaches his crown, and he is paired with a red headband. The red and black colors give him a youthful and high-spirited look.

Ning Qiao's eyes flashed with surprise.

Just handsome.

It fits the tone she likes very well.

Being stared at by her, Chu Qi seemed unknown. His expression remained unchanged as he handed the medicine to her, "Be careful of the fever."

Ning Qiao raised his eyebrows.

The man pretended to be calm, and an idea flashed through her mind.

The bitter aroma of the medicine came, and Ning Qiao looked away, took it, and sighed with an expressionless expression.

He asked casually:

"I think I'm healed and I shouldn't need to drink anymore."

"Well, the last day."

Ning Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

these days.

She felt like she was almost turning into a medicine jar.

At the same time, it also confirmed her thoughts.

She stood up and stretched her waist.

"it is finally over."

Chu Qi took the bowl and stood in front of Ning Qiao without moving, as if he was about to speak.

Ning Qiao blinked: "What's wrong? You don't want to drink anymore."

Chu Qi coughed: "No, you are already fine."

The man's tone focused on 'It's all good'.

The delicate and long pupils blinked lightly, implying a bit of expectation.

Ning Qiao nodded calmly and said with a smile, "Well, thank you." She stood up and kissed the man's side of his face softly.

Then he turned and walked out the door.

It snowed today.

The cold wind blows against my face, bringing with it the fragrance of plum blossoms, fresh and cold.

Ning Qiao was in good health and didn't have to worry about mental disorder. She stepped lightly on the plum blossom tree and shuttled through the snow.

Soon disappeared into the Merlin.

Chu Qi packed up everything in the house and walked outside the door. He happened to meet Ning Qiao returning with a rabbit in his hand.

The woman has snow-white cheeks and the Jade Rabbit is petite, so they match well.

"Very cute." Chu Qi praised.

Ning Qiao hugged the rabbit and gently stroked its snow-white hair: "Well, it must be very delicious when you eat it."

Chu Qi: "..."

He took it and said, "I'm going to bake it."

……

After half an hour.

All I can say is that the male protagonist deserves to be a male protagonist.

The roasted rabbit tastes better than others.

Ning Qiao moved the soft bag out of the room and lay on it lazily, next to the torn rabbit meat.

I enjoyed it very much.

Just as he finished eating, the sound of a sword cutting through the air rang in his ears.

Ning Qiao looked up.

The fingertips paused slightly.

I saw snowflakes falling in the open space of Meilin.

The young man in red is holding a long sword, moving with the wind. His sword skills are sharp yet elegant, and his movements are as light as lightning.

Snowflakes were flying around him, and plum blossoms were dancing with him. He seemed not to notice it, and only focused on dancing the long sword in his hand. Every move he made exuded the awe of a young man.

[Host, do you think the hero is a little strange today? 】

Although it is a sword dance.

There is always a strange feeling.

Like what?

Ning Qiao chuckled.

He casually broke off a branch of the plum tree, with a winter plum hanging on it, and approached Chu Qi lightly.

Chu Qi made a move.

They quickly cooperated.

One sword is fierce, the other is as light as a swallow. They cooperate with each other tacitly. The shadows of the swords intersect and the plum blossoms fall.

I don't know when.

Sword falls.

Branches fall off.

Two figures in red clothes were intertwined. The man's slender fingers, which were still holding the sword just now, held his slender waist.

Ning Qiao stood on tiptoes and leaned against the plum tree, receiving the gentle yet passionate kiss.

"At this?"

The man's slightly hoarse voice trembled slightly, with a hint of hesitation.

　Ah!

　　Don’t dare to write anything!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)