The Sealer of the Sword

Therefore, after seeing Feng Jian Youxiang, Yan Ye seemed to understand this, and did not force her again, but let go of her hand, put down her chopsticks, and lay on the chair and glanced at her.

"Um..." Feng Jian Youxiang muttered while chewing: "You guy... Um... There are still merits... Um... Not bad... "

Well, take this as a compliment yourself.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, he continued to lie down on the chair and closed his eyes.

Feng Jian Youxiang is not a hypocritical person, but rather, she completely ignored Yan Ye next to her and began to eat on her own.

But halfway through the meal, Feng Jian Youxiang seemed to remember something, and she raised her head, squinted at Yan Ye, and showed a malicious smile.

And just before Kazami Yuka was about to speak—

"." Ah, yes, I added medicine to that meal."

Yan Ye said so.

Then Yan Ye saw Feng Jian Youxiang's entire expression froze, even the malicious smile froze.

Seeing this, Yan Ye smiled and continued to add: "I lied to you."

"You guy..."

It seems that she understands that Yan Ye is playing with her. When Feng Jian Youxiang was squeezing the chopsticks in her hands, the malicious smile on her face couldn't hold up anymore. Yan Ye pointed and said, "Don't you eat it!"

"I don't need to eat."

"..."

Yan Ye used the words Feng Jian Youxiang had just blocked his mouth, and then Yan Ye saw Feng Jian Youxiang choked.

What Fengjian Youxiang wants to do (get Zhao), of course Yan Ye knows.

That girl wouldn't be so kind, "Why don't you eat, what if you're starving?" Feng Jian Youxiang just wanted to see how Yan Ye eats.

After all, you have to use your mouth to eat, so of course Yan Ye must take off his mask if he wants to eat.

Although what Yan Ye said was indeed the truth, but looking at Feng Jian Youxiang's expression that she didn't seem to want to give up, Yan Ye sighed softly, and said in a childlike tone, "Okay, okay, Can I eat?"

Saying this, Yan Ye turned around, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables, and under Feng Jian Youxiang's deadly gaze - the mask on Yan Ye's face, a small small appeared in the mouth. Kong, just exposed his mouth, and then Yan Ye put the dish into his mouth, chewing while watching the confused Feng Jian Youxiang spread out his hands. .

1754. Magic failed again

　Then Kazami Yuka shouted "What is this, you bastard" and rushed forward.

Um...

Not to mention anything else.

It seems that since she came here, Kazami Youxiang has always liked to fight with her.

It's true that Yan Ye likes to bully Feng Jian Youxiang. After all, Feng Jian Youxiang is very cute now. Besides, if you don't bully now, Feng Jian Youxiang will bully her in a thousand years, so now she can bully her for a while~ for a while.

Anyway, Feng Jian Youxiang can't beat her now, so let her bully her.

Sitting on the chair, Yan Ye thought about these things in silence, and at the same time held down Kazami Youka who was pounced on him, stretched out his hands and rubbed her temples with his fingers.

I don't know if I was thinking too much, so that when Feng Jian Youxiang almost took a bite, Yan Ye came back to his senses.

He lowered his head, looked at Feng Jian Youxiang, and found that she was staring at him with dissatisfaction, so Yan Ye tilted his head and said, "What's wrong?"

"Let go, it hurts."

"But if I let go, you're going to pounce again, right?"

"would not."

"Is it."

Hearing this, Yan Ye released his hand.

Then Feng Jian Youxiang rushed towards him at the moment when she regained her freedom, so Yan Ye stretched out her hand again and pressed her temple.

Yan Ye didn't believe that Feng Jian Youxiang could talk so well, so she didn't believe it from the beginning.

So this time, Yan Ye ignored the Kazami Youxiang who was screaming in pain and struggling, and raised her head to look at the sky in the distance.

Um...

Are you going to look elsewhere?

"It hurts! Let me go!"

.........

......

...

Feng Jian Youxiang had already finished the cooked meal, and left the pile of unpacked tableware on the table, Feng Jian Youxiang assumed the attitude of an eldest lady, lying on the chair and closed her eyes.

Yan Ye wanted to go and clean up, but whenever he walked to Feng Jian Youxiang's side, Feng Jian Youxiang would look at him like a conditioned reflex, and then put a pair of people who wanted to punch him in his hand. stance.

Um...

It seemed that what she had done just now annoyed her.

He didn't do too much, didn't he just ignore Feng Jian Youxiang's pained voice and rubbed her temples for an hour or two.