Yan Chujing naturally understood the truths she said, and also appreciated the justice she insisted on in her heart.

But he wondered if there was any conflict between justice and coaxing him.

Anyway, they were working towards the same goal, so what if she finally said something nice and biased towards him, to beautify her pursuit of justice?

Just like the lovers on the street in the distance, when they are together sweetly and sweetly, there is a smile in every word, and a kiss in every movement, as if they only have each other in their eyes?
Is it possible that this young man only has his own significant other in his eyes?Will there be no ideals?
But people, when they are alone, they write their love on their faces...

It's nothing to talk nicely and coax people...

"How...to get along..." Chi Xinian had been dealing with military arts and weapons for the past 23 years, and had never liked anyone. At this moment, she suddenly heard Yan Chujing mention how other lovers get along with each other. She also wanted to learn.

Just following what Yan Chujing pointed at, she choked.

If she reads correctly, the lover Yan Chujing refers to seems to be...

"Ahem..." Chi Xinian coughed twice, and silently changed the direction of Yan Chujing's pointing finger, "You read wrong, there are no sweet lovers there, and the husband and wife are all down the street Such."

"What?" Yan Chujing was startled, and followed what she was pointing at.

On the street below, there was indeed a middle-aged couple.

But their relationship seems very ordinary, the woman is carrying a basket to pick a sachet, and the man is waiting beside him fanning himself.Impatient with waiting, he patted the woman on the shoulder and urged her a few words.

As for women, if they don't like being urged by him, they will show displeasure at this moment and scold him.

Afterwards, the man stopped talking.

However, the movement of his displeased slumped face and the corner of his mouth was so obvious that Chi Xinian and Yan Chujing who were far away on the second floor could see it clearly.

Yan Chujing: "..."

"Chi Xinian, what do you mean?" Yan Chujing pursed his lips and looked at the girl beside him, "You mean, we want to be like them in the future?!"

"That's not enough..." Chi Xinian rubbed his nose and whispered, "I just gave you an example so that you can see what most ordinary couples are like."

In fact, Chi Xinian felt quite guilty when he accidentally pointed out this ordinary couple.

With Yan Chujing's temperament, pointing out such a template to him is undoubtedly breaking ground on Tai Sui's head.

But just now she was too anxious, she didn't even bother to investigate...

At this moment, she could only comfort herself silently in her heart: Forget it, just be angry when you are angry, and you can still coax him when you are angry. If you let him point to the fireworks and willow alley over there, the problem will be much bigger...

Looking at Yan Chujing's appearance, one can tell that he is someone who has never asked for flowers.

Just now, he only saw the brightly lit and bustling virgin men and women getting together in the distance, amorous, sticky, sweet, and thought that those were couples with good feelings.

If after reading it, he was just envious, Chi Xinian would let him misunderstand it.

But a person like him, after reading it, is very likely to follow suit...

This will not work!

Even though he was thick-skinned, Chi Xinian couldn't follow the template of Fireworks and Willow Lane.What's more, it was Yan Chujing who was with her, so she couldn't let others learn from her badly.

In order not to tarnish the white paper around him, Chi Xinian had to bite the bullet and fool around: "I don't mean anything else, I just told you that different people have different ways of getting along, and not every couple is always in love. .

"We are already very good, there is no need to imitate others, what do you think?"

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