Chapter 97 Qualified
The small 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 sound of each other's breathing and the faint sounds of fireflies crawling into the quilt could be heard.
An Ming could feel the playful hands hugging him gently 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, the eyes of the fireflies reflected beautiful light, which was a scene 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 at this moment he felt a little nervous.
Maybe it's not nervousness, but more excitement. Yes... the last time I was so close to Firefly was so many Amber Ages ago.
"I like everything about Yingbao."
He reached out and stroked Liuying's soft long hair that was scattered on the pillow, and then fell on the pretty face that had never changed.
The desk lamp was turned off by a small hand.
Liuying curled up her head and leaned it against An Ming's chest. She once again felt the familiar peace of mind and understood what An Ming wanted to express.
"Then, I'll wait for An Ming to marry me."
"must."
An Ming felt the warm breath on his chest and hugged Liuying tightly in his arms.
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"You said."
"Where can An Ming go?"
Late at night, Sanyueqi and Xing stood in front of the empty room 603, with Qingque yawning with dark circles under his eyes next to them.
Dan Heng took the spare room card and said calmly: "With An Ming's ability, there should be no need to worry."
Xing, with her long wet hair, squatted in front of the door of Room 603 and looked at the carpet carefully. She then bent down and sniffed the smell carefully, and finally came to a reliable conclusion.
"An Ming, you never entered room 603!"
"Ah? You are born in the year of the dog."
San Yueqi was a little unconvinced. Where could An Ming go in the middle of the night in the snow? Could it be that he went to solve the star core crisis in advance without telling them?
The only one who knows the truth is Ms. Qingque, who looks ordinary but is actually sweating profusely!
She subconsciously glanced at Room 603 opposite Room 601, and thought that her master was probably already sleeping in the arms of a beautiful woman, and had no intention of preventing a gank.
Now has come the most critical moment, and Qingque seemed to hear a little devil's whisper in his ears: Please come in, ladies and gentlemen, An Ming is inside!
Just this one move can completely ruin the master's reputation!
——Of course not.
Qingque took a deep breath and thought that it was a matter of time and now it was time to help his master.
"In fact, not long ago, Master... An Ming said that he had comprehended a new sword skill, and said that he wanted to go to the snow to gain enlightenment," Qingque grabbed Xing's arm, fearing that this man would go door to door searching 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 or something like that."
"Qingque, why are you sweating again?"
“Heatstroke!”
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early morning.
Liuying rubbed her eyes in a daze, and saw An Ming sleeping soundly through the sunlight that came through the window screen. She subconsciously pouted her little lips and kissed him on the neck.
It was not until she felt the warm touch that Liuying realized this was not a dream.
She was afraid of dreaming.
Every moment of hugging in the dream will turn into bubbles, and those "An Ming" will only exist in her memories.
"An Ming."
The fireflies call out to their lovers softly, just like a wife who nestles in her husband's arms every morning.
"Yingbao, good morning."
As soon as An Ming opened his eyes, he saw Firefly. The daily life in Grammer made his eyes a little sore.
The daily life in the past was so precious.
Liuying was wearing a snow-white nightgown, but it couldn't hide her beautiful curves that were gifted by the Creator, and her silver-gray hair sparkled in the sun.
"An Ming."
"Ok?"
"I want to hear your story about you and that fortune teller."
The firefly blinked its beautiful eyes, but was no longer as excited as it was last night.
She wanted to know everything about An Ming, and also wanted to know what kind of past was contained in the look that Fu Xuan had given her.
"The story begins with a peach tree..."
An Ming held Liuying's hand and told her about his and Fu Xuan's past in Yuque.
Liuying just leaned quietly on An Ming's shoulder, various emotions flashing in her bright eyes from time to time.
From the meeting under the peach tree, to the mutual companionship between the master and the apprentice, to the marriage, and finally to 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 was able to 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 was actually a little jealous. She was jealous that Fu Xuan could accompany An Ming throughout his life, while she only had those short eighteen summers.
"This is all I have, Yingbao."
An Ming's eyes were extremely sincere. He no longer wanted to hide anything from Liuying or have any estrangement. Any lie would become a shadow over that beautiful memory.
They made an appointment.
"Well, I passed," Liuying raised a gentle smile.
She trusts An Ming, so she waits for An Ming to tell her everything. This is the tenderness that is unique to Liuying.
No matter what answer An Ming gave, Liuying would not leave him, but there was only one way to go back to the past -
That was to show each other everything, and it was also the promise they made when she got the name "Firefly".
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"No buddy."
Xing looked at the still empty room. Could it be that An Ming was practicing the Ice Turtle Magic? Otherwise, how could he stay in Beloberg in the ice and snow for a night?
He sniffed the air and then floated to Room 601 opposite, with a suspicious look.
"It smells like An Ming!"
"What I'm saying is, you look like a pervert..." Sanyueqi couldn't bear to look at Jiangxing and pulled him back, "Maybe Anming just got up early and went out to buy breakfast for everyone."
"No, there is definitely adultery involved!"
Xing showed a resolute look as if he was betting his name on the Star Emperor, and when he was about to fire a shot at the 601 in front of him with a baseball bat in his hand—
The door creaked open.
An Ming yawned and used a performance that surpassed the level of an Oscar-winning actor to simulate the appearance of just waking up. "Why are you here?"
"The heater in the room opposite was broken, so I asked the front desk to change the room."
An Ming was making excuses with a smile on his face, but in fact he was already sweating profusely.
Xing came closer with his eyes wide open, and with his vision comparable to that of a microscope, he caught a wisp of silver-gray hair stuck to An Ming's chest.
Looking up along the hair -
A cherry-colored strawberry suddenly appeared behind the neck.