Chapter 230 Perfume
"Ah Xing, Ah Xing!"
San Yueqi pushed open the door of the next room with excitement, and couldn't help wanting to share the good news with her good sister, "We succeeded, all thanks to your secret method, it's so effective!"
Xing turned his head and blinked his intelligent eyes, a little confused.
"So, why are you in my room now?"
Isn't this right?
That's wrong in every sense!
There was a hint of doubt in San Yue Qi's beautiful blue eyes. "I came to share good news with you."
"I mean, what about An Mingren?"
"Why aren't you rolling around in bed with An Ming now, but instead are you here sharing the good news with me!" Xing looked at the silly March Seventh in a frustrated manner. All that knowledge was taught to her by March Seventh!
How come when it comes to practice, I just forget everything?
Why don’t you stay with the person after you kiss him/her? It’s okay to just let him/her run away like that!
Ah Xing, the great love master, was broken-hearted at this moment. He stared at Sanyueqi with a desperate expression, "Sanyue, really, you are an idiot!"
Ah Xing chose the most vicious words to attack San Yue Qi. She never thought that the ball could be kicked out again after it had been shot into the goal.
They are not sisters! After the kiss, they should have moved on to the next step, but why did they fast forward to the champagne popping part at halftime?
"Why don't you go A!"
"Stupid Axing! I'm just a little shy," Sanyueqi argued with blushing cheeks. In fact, she had completely forgotten about it and didn't think about it at all.
After the kiss, Miss March Seventh opened the champagne in her heart. She did not try to stop An Ming from leaving, nor did she think about what An Ming was going to do so late at night.
Xing feels that her best friend is sometimes really silly, but to some extent, this is also an advantage. At least she won’t be jealous all the time.
Because I have no idea what An Ming is doing.
Sanyueqi reacted quickly, and was so frustrated that he almost cried. He tugged at Xing's arm pitifully and asked in a low voice: "Xing, am I really not suitable for love?"
She was really a little broken-down. She thought she had made a huge breakthrough, but she didn't expect that she was just being complacent.
"March, I'm here!"
Xing held Sanyueqi's hand, his eyes firm like a true god of love, "Don't worry, I will make Anming love you to death."
The real devil training for love is about to begin.
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Two flowers bloom, each with its own beauty. After leaving March 7's room, An Ming was also in a state of confusion, and the situation became more and more tangled and confusing.
Why had he never thought about the connection between March 7 and Aini before?
The main reason is that they cannot be connected at all, not to mention that there is no completely solid evidence even now.
But no matter what, the most important thing at the moment is to end this night and solve the final problem.
An Ming looked up at the moon in the sky, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had wasted too much time with the Robins and March Seventh. It was already early morning in Luofu, and there was almost no light on the streets except for street lamps and patrolling cloud riders.
Rather than saying it was late, it would be better to say that a brand new day had arrived. If I delayed a little longer, I would be able to watch the sunrise with Fu Xuan.
Although some people are still alive, they have actually been sentenced to death. For example, Mr. An Ming, the legendary swordsman of Yuque, is now facing such a test.
If you don't go, you will die later.
Going means immediate death.
It's death anyway, and there is no option of living.
An Ming knew without thinking that Fu Xuan was already like a powder keg, which would explode instantly the moment he pushed the door open, taking him and Luofu with him to heaven.
The only lights in Taipusi were the dim lights from the lamps by the lake and the flickering candlelight behind the window.
In the dark night, there is still a lamp left for him.
It would be self-deception to say that he was not moved. An Ming walked to the window with some guilt and saw Fu Xuan dozing off on the table.
The pink-haired girl supported her cheek with one hand, and nodded her cute head forward little by little. She was in a daze and didn't know what she was dreaming about.
"An Ming... Senior Sister will buy you a candied haws... Just let Senior Sister hug you, okay?"
The atmosphere was instantly broken by Fu Xuan's vague dream talk. An Ming smiled and rubbed Fu Xuan's head, saying gently: "Senior Sister, let's go back to bed."
"No, I want to sleep in my junior brother's arms."
Fu Xuan was laughing, and as he was laughing he saw An Ming's smiling eyes, and he stopped laughing immediately.
There was still some crystal saliva hanging from those cherry lips. Fu Xuan stared at An Ming in a daze for a long time, and subconsciously reached out and pinched them hard.
"Xuan'er, it hurts."
"Stupid An Ming, you still remember to come!" Fu Xuan pursed his lips, but what surprised An Ming was that he didn't just take out the Sword of Lifelessness and perform the third set of Xianzhou radio gymnastics for him.
Fu Xuan simply leaned half of his body out of the window and reached out to brush away the dust on his shoulders.
"Come in and take a shower. Humph, you smell of that woman's perfume," Fu Xuan wrinkled his cute little nose, snorted, and sat back in the chair.
But no one expected that An Ming was so agile that he jumped through the window into the house and smiled at Fu Xuan.
"Although you are so capable, I haven't seen you pick a star for me," Fu Xuan came forward, grabbed An Ming's arm, stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips hard.
After their lips parted, Fu Xuan's eyes revealed a bit of the gentleness of a wife, "I'll wait for you."
The waiting naturally meant waiting on the bed. At this time, Fu Xuan was wearing a thin long skirt, which outlined her exquisite figure with a beautiful curve.
Naturally, An Ming would not be shy with Fu Xuan. After all, they were a couple on Xianzhou Island with a formal relationship, so they would not be shy in such a place.
"What? Are you going to eat me?" Fu Xuan raised his lips slightly, put his palm on An Ming's chest, smiled and said, "Go take a shower."
"Listen to what Senior Sister says."
An Ming also responded by gently pinching Fu Xuan's tender cheek, then turned and went to the bathroom.
But after a few seconds, An Ming took out the Wuming Sword with a frown on his face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Xuan'er, what does this mean?"
"It's nothing special. I just want to remind some people to be careful of being chopped off by me."
Before Fu Xuan could feel proud for long, An Ming blocked his lips. He symbolically resisted with his hands a few times and then let him do whatever he wanted.
"Ugh... Stupid Anming!"
"Your mouth smells like that woman's lipstick, go brush your teeth!!!"