After rebirth, flirtatiously in the arms of the deadly enemy Demon Venerable

When you become an adult, you can do almost several times more than before.

Among them is to freely do everything you want with the people you like.

In the Dachang Dynasty where Ningxiang lived, a man became an adult at the age of 16.

Wude heard the 20-year-old young man in front of him say this, and after a moment of stunned, he tilted his head and asked him: "Well, then, do you need me to attend your coming-of-age ceremony, or do you want me to give you any gift?"

Mo Yinxing didn't expect that she would give such an answer, so he moved his body in pajamas closer to her, pecked her lips lightly, then looked at her with hot eyes, and made his words clearer.

"I mean, I can already do more intimate things with you, if you want."

What is the more intimate thing, Ning Xiang hadn't thought of it for the first time.

It was only when she met Mo Yinxing's eyes, and saw the deep love and desire in his eyes, that she roughly understood, and after biting her lips, she asked him back.

"Do you really want it?"

But why, when they met together before, he was only 16 years old, and he only kissed her once.

Now after meeting again suddenly after four years, how come...
"Well, I really want to, because I really miss you."

Someone once said that when you are young, you can't meet too amazing people.

When he grew up, he deeply believed in this sentence.

Ever since he was eight years old, Ning Xiang who suddenly appeared took him away from the rain, let her treat the wound himself, and when she heard her firm tone that he was right, a seed should have been planted in his heart. The seeds that will grow into towering trees in the future.

And this seed, he didn't know what to call it before.

Now that he saw it growing so vigorously that it was about to fill his atrium, he finally understood.

Ning Xiang looked at the intense yearning in his eyes, and thought for a while that it was only a few breaths for her, but for him, it was a matter of four years of waiting, and she suddenly understood why he suddenly say so.

She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist, pecked him lightly with her pink lips, and answered him with actions.

Mo Yinxing was almost flattered by her initiative.

After her fiery eyes locked on the outline of her face in the night, she took a heavy breath.

After that, he took her to the bed where he had been sleeping alone in the past few years, but he had put her left coat beside him.

In a trance, Ning Xiang seemed to have seen the clothes she gave Xiao Mo Yinxing when he was eight years old.

It's just that before she could recognize him, his handsome face filled her eyes, and she couldn't see anything else.

When the New Year's Eve fireworks are lit outside the window, the wish of someone inside the window is also fulfilled at this moment.

The rain outside became heavier, and it didn't stop until the next morning.

When the sun rises, you can even see a rainbow hanging in the sky.

Mo Yinxing was awakened by the sound of birdsong, but he didn't open his eyes.

In fact, he didn't sleep for too long, and his thoughts are still a little clear now.

What happened last night is naturally clearly reflected in my mind.

He reached out to touch the front of his body first, his movements were very gentle and cautious, as if he was confirming something.

Ning Xiang woke up much earlier than him.

The usual biological clock made her wake up as early as dawn.

Even though she slept very late last night, she didn't have the habit of staying in bed, so she woke up at this time, and looked at the handsome face that was only a little strange, but most of it was familiar.

Finding that he didn't even dare to open his eyes after waking up, and he still made a cautious appearance to detect her existence, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sourness accumulated at the tip of her nose.

After she took a deep breath to press it down, her left hand actively touched his outstretched right hand, interlocking his fingers.

"Mo Yinxing, I'm here."

Her voice was much hoarse compared to yesterday, but it was not unpleasant.

On the contrary, there is a feeling of Qingqing Lingling.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yinxing opened his eyes abruptly, and tightened his five fingers interlocking with her, pulling her into his arms.

After confirming that nephrite was in his arms, a warm feeling was transmitted to him in the form of skin-to-skin contact, and he couldn't control himself to rub her with the tip of his nose.

It looks like a kitten who likes to rub against its owner and let the owner get its own scent.

Ning Xiang was a little itchy from being rubbed by him, but she didn't stop him, but let him continue like this, Yitong looked at him intently, remembering what she had seen in the past he had when he was Amo, he finally It seemed to be something about being bedridden, and he frowned and planned to ask about it.

But it was strange that when she wanted to make a sound, it was as if someone had choked her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.

It was quite different from what she had encountered in the previous few times.

But those few times, she wanted to tell Mo Yinxing what her real identity was and where she came from.

This time, I just wanted to ask about his illness, but I couldn't do it.

Is it
Wude, she remembered that the him she saw in the future that day was not 20 years old, but today, the him in front of her is also 21 years old.

So it actually means that it took him much later to enter the world she was in?
"Ning Xiang, do you have a nickname? I don't really want to call you by your first and last name. How do I call you in your world? Can you tell me?"

Ning Xiang is just a "wedding dress" made by Ning Tianhe for Ning Rou, so why bother to give her a nickname.

To be honest, there are more nicknames.

"Ning Tianjiao, in my world, that's what you call me."

"Ning Tianjiao Tianjiao, Tianzhijiao's girl?"

Ning Xiang nodded, with a helpless expression on her face: "Well, I don't know what you think, you will give me such a nickname."

Nicknames, as we all know, must have some connection with the person to be taken like this.

Mo Yinxing glanced at the sword that Ning Xiang placed on the bedside table nearby, and recalled the powerful sword wind she used to save him who was submerged in the lake at the age of 16, vaguely guessed What happened.

But he didn't ask too much, because Ning Xiang didn't take the initiative to tell him.

He simply held her by her ear as if whispering to his lover, calling her many times.

He didn't look at her until he felt that he had had enough, and said, "But I still think it's a bit too unfamiliar to call you that. Do you have a nickname you want to give yourself?"

Ning Xiang shook her head: "No, if you care about this thing, you can get one for me."

After finishing speaking, she remembered something, looked at him and continued: "I forgot to ask you, do you have a nickname?"

Mo Yinxing in the past: Aww, aww, it’s just right~