deadly mantra

Chapter 813 I like it, I like it very much

Qing Yuxuan's cheeks turned red, and he felt as happy as if he had eaten sweet candy. He snorted duplicitously:
"Given your age, you still have to call me brother."

Ji Fanyin opened her mouth and subconsciously wanted to fight back.

At this time, Shui Qingchen raised his hand and held her wrist, his eyes swept over Qing Yuxuan's hot ears, and whispered:
"It's cold outside, let's go first."

at night.

Shui Qingchen was sitting in the study, with a dozen letters spread out in his hand recording the current situation of the Buddhist Holy Kingdom.

He gently pressed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and his gentle eyes lost their smile, showing an icy chill.

Many things in the world are unpredictable and unpredictable.

The fickleness of people's hearts is the most troublesome.

After a while, the sound of brisk footsteps was heard from outside, heading this way through the corridor.

Shui Qingchen swept her eyelashes lightly and looked up at the door. Ji Fanyin opened the door and ran in.

"Dust~"

Shui Qingchen's eyebrows were filled with tenderness and he asked softly:

"Is something wrong?"

Ji Fanyin moved to the outside of the desk, facing Shui Qingchen, holding her chin in her hands, lying down on the desk, and said with a smile:
"It's okay~ You're busy with your business, don't worry about me. I was having a snowball fight with Xuan Benben just now, and Ruan Jiyue came, so I came back first."

Shui Qingchen stretched out his hand towards her:

"hand."

Ji Fanyin raised her slender eyebrows slightly. Although she was puzzled, she obediently stretched out her hand.

After Shui Qingchen held it, her eyebrows tightened, and her hand was as cold as an ice cube.

The distressed words came to his lips, but he didn't want to ruin her good mood, so he swallowed them back.

What was wrong was not her playful childishness.

Rather, it was those who prevented her from playing like a normal child on a snowy day.

Shui Qingchen stood up, walked around the desk, and hugged her sideways.

Ji Fanyin blinked and said:
"I want to wait for you to sleep together."

She thought he was sending her back to her room.

Shui Qingchen put her on the bed, turned around, picked up the small heater nearby and put it into her hand, and wrapped her tightly in a fluffy blanket, leaving only her fair and lovely face exposed.He stretched out his hand to rub her head and whispered, "Be good, I'll be fine soon."

Ji Fanyin's old face, which was thicker than the city wall, suddenly turned red:
"……it is good."

After placing her in place, Shui Qingchen felt a little relieved and continued to handle official duties.

Ji Fanyin sat for a while, feeling extremely bored, and lay back, leaning on the back of the couch.

On the table next to the bed, there was a book upside down.

She took it over and flipped through it a few times out of boredom, then lost her patience.

At this time, she heard a slight movement and looked up.

Shui Qingchen spread out the rice paper, grinded it, picked up the pen, and wrote something.

Ji Fanyin found a comfortable position and looked at Shui Qingchen lazily.

Watching, watching.

Gradually, the smile in her eyes changed. Her burning gaze moved downward inch by inch, caressing his heroic eyebrows, deep eyes, high bridge of nose, cold face, seductive thin lips, Charming jawline…

And Adam's apple.

Her fiery gaze couldn't help but penetrate into his clothes, and she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. She just looked at him from a distance as if she was self-punishing, and did not immediately approach him.

When she thought that every word he wrote was more destructive than the sharpest sword in the world, her heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

The King of Hell.

The myth revered in the hearts of the people of the Holy Buddha Kingdom is sitting a dozen meters away from her, thousands of miles away, controlling the life and death of everyone in the Holy Buddha Kingdom.

Ji Fanyin stared at him without blinking, his eyes almost showing the taste of invasion and possession.

Phytolacca is nothing.

Miao Xingyu is nothing.

Leng Hongru is nothing.

In her eyes, anyone could become interesting, but no matter how interesting people or things were, they were far less attractive to her than Shui Qingchen.

Therefore, there is no need to be jealous or care, she wants to tell him that no matter how good others are, they are not enough to compare with him in front of him and in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)