Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

The small table lamp on the bedside table emitted a faint light.

The thick white gauze curtains blocked the bright moonlight. The room was so quiet that only the breathing of each other and the sound of Liuying getting into the bed could be heard.

An Ming could feel the naughty hands gently hugging him from behind, just like before, except that he was much taller than Liuying now.

"An Ming... do you hate my body?"

Between the table lamps, Liuying's eyes reflected beautiful light, which was more beautiful than the Milky Way.

An Ming turned around and faced Liuying. They had slept in each other's arms like this for countless summer nights, but now he felt a little nervous.

Perhaps it was not nervousness, but more excitement. Yes... The last time I was so close to Liuying was countless Amber Ages ago.

"I like everything about Yingbao."

He reached out and stroked Liuying's soft long hair scattered on the pillow, and then fell on the delicate face that had never changed.

The table lamp was turned off by a small hand.

Liuying curled her head and leaned against Anming's chest, feeling the familiar peace of mind again, and also understood what Anming wanted to express.

"Then, I'll wait for Anming to marry me."

"Definitely."

Anming felt the warm breath in front of his chest and hugged Liuying tightly in his arms.

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"You say."

"Where can Anming go?"

In front of the door late at night, Sanyueqi and Xing stood in front of the empty room 603, and next to them was Qingque, who was yawning with dark circles under his eyes.

Danheng took the spare room card and said calmly: "With Anming's strength, there should be no need to worry."

Xing, with wet long hair, squatted in front of the door of room 603 and looked at the carpet carefully, then bent down and sniffed the smell carefully, and finally came to a reliable conclusion.

"An Ming, you have never entered Room 603!"

"Ah? You are born in the Year of the Dog."

San Yueqi was a little unconvinced. Where else could An Ming go in this snowy night? Could it be that he went to solve the star core crisis in advance without telling them?

The only one who knew the truth was Ms. Qingque, who looked ordinary but was actually sweating profusely!

She subconsciously glanced at Room 601 opposite Room 603, thinking that the master was probably sleeping in the gentle countryside now, and he had no idea of ​​preventing ganks.

At this moment, the most critical moment came, and Qingque seemed to whisper like a little devil in her ears: Please come in, ladies, An Ming is inside!

With just this one move, the master will be completely ruined!

- Of course not.

Qingque took a deep breath, just as the situation changed, and now it was her turn to help the master.

"In fact, not long ago, Master... An Ming said he had learned a new sword technique and wanted to go to the snow to gain enlightenment," Qingque grabbed Xing's arm, fearing that he would go door to door with a baseball bat.

"That's it?" Xing's eyes were full of disappointment, "I thought it would be more exciting... like catching an adulterer."

"Qingque, why are you sweating again?"

"Heatstroke!"

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Early morning.

Liuying rubbed her eyes in confusion, followed the sunlight through the window screen to see An Ming sleeping, and subconsciously kissed him on the neck with her pouty lips.

It was not until she felt the warm touch that Liuying realized that this was not a dream.

She was afraid of dreaming.

Every moment of hugging in the dream would turn into bubbles, and those "An Ming" only existed in her memories.

"An Ming."

Liuying called her lover softly, just like a wife who would snuggle in her husband's arms every morning.

"Yingbao, good morning."

An Ming saw Liu Ying as soon as he opened his eyes. His daily life in Gramer made his eyes sore.

The daily life in the past was so precious.

Liu Ying was wearing a snow-white nightgown, but it could not hide the beautiful curves of the Creator's gift, and her silver-gray hair was shining in the sun.

"An Ming."

"Hmm?"

"I want to hear your story about you and that fortune teller."

Liu Ying blinked her beautiful eyes, but she was no longer as excited as she was last night.

She wanted to know everything about An Ming, and she also wanted to know what kind of past was contained in the look that Fu Xuan had once looked at her with.

"The story started with a peach tree..."

An Ming held Liu Ying's hand and told her about his past with Fu Xuan in Yuque.

Liu Ying just leaned quietly on An Ming's shoulder, and various emotions flashed in her bright eyes from time to time.

From the encounter under the peach tree, to the companionship between the senior sister and the junior brother, to the marriage, and finally the severing of fate with one's own hands.

"So, you were once the Sword Master."

After the story ended, Liuying just smiled and mentioned the identity of the Sword Master.Now she can look at Fu Xuan calmly.

But there is no doubt that she came first, there is no doubt about that.

In Liuying's eyes, Fu Xuan is just a little sister.

Liuying is actually a little jealous, jealous that Fu Xuan can accompany An Ming throughout his life, while she only has those short eighteen summers.

"This is all I have, Yingbao."

An Ming's eyes are extremely sincere. He no longer wants to hide anything from Liuying, and any lie will become a haze of that beautiful memory.

They made an appointment.

"Well, I passed," Liuying raised a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth.

She trusts An Ming, so she waits for An Ming to tell her everything. This is the tenderness that belongs to Liuying.

No matter what answer An Ming gives, Liuying will not leave him, but there is only one way to go back to the past -

That is to show each other everything, which is also the promise she made when she got the name "Liuying".

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"No, buddy."

Xing looked at the still empty room. Could it be that An Ming was practicing the Ice Turtle Divine Art? Otherwise, how could he stay in the snowy Beloberg for a night?

Sniffing the air, he drifted to the opposite room 601, revealing a suspicious look.

"It smells like An Ming!"

"What I mean is that you look like a pervert..." Sanyueqi pulled Xing back, unable to bear to look at it, "Maybe An Ming just got up early and went out to buy breakfast for everyone."

"No, there is definitely an affair!"

Xing showed a resolute look that was betting on the name of the Star Emperor. When he was about to fire a shot of the Great Love Star Honor at the 601 in front of him with a baseball bat in his hand, the door creaked open.

An Ming yawned and acted like he had just woken up with a performance that surpassed the level of an Oscar-winning actor. "Why are you here?"

"The heating in the opposite room was broken, so I asked the front desk to change a room."

An Ming was making excuses with a smile, but in fact he was sweating profusely.

Xing came up with his eyes wide open, and with his eyesight comparable to a microscope, he caught a strand of silver-gray hair on An Ming's chest.

Looking up along the hair -

A cherry-colored strawberry appeared behind the neck.