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Chapter 513 The Sick Male Protagonist Who Loves Contradicting His Master (85)

Shen Xinghe felt that he seemed to have slept for a long time.

It was so long that he even revisited his 27 years of his previous life. At the last moment before waking up from the dream, he dreamed that he returned to Guanghan Peak and saw the good-looking master. The master smiled at him and touched him. his head...

wrong.

He opened his eyes abruptly, turned his head, and all he could see were patterns and arrangements that were extremely familiar to him.

"It's... the master's room."

But there was no sign of Master in the room.

So, what happened before, was it a dream?
Was it because he missed her so much that he had hallucinations, or was Master really...

Shen Xinghe couldn't wait any longer, he stepped on the ground with his bare feet, but the sharp pain in his heart made him almost kneel down.

The pain of pulling out his reverse scales is still lingering in his chest, that kind of pain is not only physical pain, but the kind of pain in which half of the bones, blood and soul are forcibly ripped off. A painful word can describe it.

But at that time, he surprisingly endured it.

It's not because of what is said in the records. Some dragons lost control of the pain because they couldn't bear the pain of Ni Lin being pulled out, and then blew up their demon pills and died.

What was he thinking?

By the way, what he was thinking at the time was, when Shizun was pierced through the heart by her, did it also hurt?

Thinking about it this way, he felt that his pain was nothing.

Shen Xinghe clutched his heart, let out a long breath, straightened his back, and walked towards the door.

Just as he stretched out his hand to push the door, the door was pushed open by someone outside.

At that moment, the light outside, together with that person, appeared before Shen Xinghe's eyes.

"Xing'er? Wake up..."

Shen Xinghe, who was still staring blankly one moment ago, pounced on him the next moment.

The strength and range of movement were so great that Si Jiu was thrown down abruptly.

But the moment he fell down, he put one of his hands behind her head and the other under her waist.

Si Jiu didn't feel pain from the fall, but was pressed tightly by him. This feeling was a bit awkward.

When Xiao Xinghe was a child, every time she went home, she liked to pounce on her like this.

At that time, she had to bend down a little to match his small body, and then hugged him fully.

But now the difference in body shape is reversed, Si Jiu can't stand him rushing like this.

But she knew that Zai Zai was actually very clumsy in expressing himself. When he was a child, he would only say one or two sentences over and over again about what he praised.

Leave you what he thinks is the most delicious, and give you the hug that he thinks is the most intimate.

Until now, Si Jiu can still clearly recall how soft his heart was when Xiao Xinghe hugged him tightly, and then said softly, "I like sister the most".

"I like Master the most."

She heard the boy who was pressing down on her say in a suppressed and choked voice.

"Master, it's really great that you can wake up."

"Great."

He mumbled repeatedly, as if he couldn't find any other words to describe his mood, as if he could be more sincere by saying it a few times.

Really clumsy.

But clumsy enough to make one's heart soft.

"Fool."

Si Jiu raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Doesn't the wound on his chest hurt? I can already smell blood."

The young man who was still immersed in the excitement suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly stretched his arms and pulled some distance away, and lowered his eyes to meet the eyes of the master, only then realized that the posture between the two was too ambiguous.

They were so close, so close that Shen Xinghe could clearly see the slender and curly eyelashes of the master, and so close that he could see his own reflection in her cold eyes.

So close that the hair is entangled, and the breath blends together.

pounding.pounding.

thump thump...

Whose heartbeat made him almost dizzy, but he was reluctant to blink.

Shen Xinghe seemed to be bewitched, and gradually relaxed the strength of his arms.

The tip of the nose is touching with the tip of the nose.

Tilt your head slightly, and get a little closer, and you will be able to...

"Shen Xinghe, you little bastard, what do you want to do to Master!"

　Shen Xinghe's diary: Who said that in TV novels and TV shows, whenever the hero and heroine want to kiss, they will definitely be interrupted?
　　This seat does not allow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)