There is still a height difference between the two of them.

Even if Shen Jingyuan bent down, he did not completely narrow the gap between the two.

Ning Wan's feet had been slightly raised without her knowing.

Shen Jingyuan's chin hit Ning Wan's head, and Ning Wan's head was pressed against Shen Jingyuan's chest.

Ning Wan's hands subconsciously grabbed the clothes on Shen Jingyuan's waist, and her fingers began to exert force, trying to separate the two of them a little.

Shen Jingyuan put one hand around Ning Wan's slender waist, and the other hand fell on the back of Ning Wan's neck.

Just when Ning Wan thought Shen Jingyuan was going to strangle her to death, a heavenly voice came.

"Thanks."

Shen Jingyuan's voice was pleasant, even when he was speaking in his ear.

His voice was steady, without any hint of embarrassment.

The inexplicable thanks made Ning Wan feel relieved for a short time, but then she came to her senses again.

I'm afraid she didn't explain it clearly, and Shen Jingyuan misunderstood.

Ning Wan knew that causing the other party to misunderstand might be an opportunity to improve their favorability. Even if there was a risk of being exposed, it was not impossible to try.

But she didn't need to, didn't need to attribute Shen's father's achievements to her.

Ning Wan didn't think much about it and said directly: "Uncle Shen hid it."

"It's under the bed."

"I took it when I crawled out from under the bed that day."

When Ning Wan said this, her hands slowly moved away from Shen Jingyuan's waist and nervously grasped the hem of her skirt on both sides of her body.

The veins on the back of my hand slowly emerged.

She was even prepared to be pushed away by Shen Jingyuan.

This kind of behavior of stealing without asking will definitely lead to a lecture even if the heartbeat value is 70.

Ning Wan is very self-aware.

But he had to confess sooner or later, so he should do it today while he was still hurt.

If you hit him like this, at least it will be lighter.

Xiao Qi, who had been paying attention to the host, naturally realized the problem.

Thinking of the skills that he had given to the host, and the tasks that were subsequently issued, he looked at the host who was being strangled by the male protagonist.

Xiaoqi is numb.

This is really not the desired outcome.

But the minimum living allowance was still activated.

Human nature is very complicated, and the matter of Shen's mother has always been the male protagonist's weak spot.

It doesn't want to entrust the host's life and death to a string of data.

The moment Shen Jingyuan's body stiffened, Ning Wan had already secretly closed her eyes.

I thought that it wouldn’t hurt if I flew out with my eyes closed.

But what responded to her was not Shen Jingyuan's questioning, but his still calm heartbeat and the big hand that had fallen on the back of her neck and had not yet moved away.

Ning Wan: How should I put it, this feeling of being on the verge of death is really uncomfortable.

"Um."

"I see."

I don't know how long it was before Shen Jingyuan finally spoke.

His thank you was not just for his mother, but also for the attack she blocked.

The peach demon in front of him seemed to have forgotten that he had not told the person in the wooden house that he was his father.

Thinking of this, Shen Jingyuan raised his chin slightly from Ning Wan's shoulder.

Lower your eyes.

It seems that the peach demon in front of him has recovered his past memories.

Shen Jingyuan thought of the scroll he had put away. She deserved this thank you and did not deserve it.

If it weren't for her, their family would have died in that courtyard long ago.

How could it be hidden in a wooden house?

Although Shen Jingyuan responded, he still did not let go of Tao Yao, and his hand on the waist tightened a little.

For the first time, Ning Wan felt that growing a tree was difficult.

Shen Jingyuan didn't realize that his attitude was a torment to the peach demon.

I just simply want to hug the person in front of me.

Even the pain in his body was thrown out of his mind.

Ning Wan's words made Shen Jingyuan recall the scene of that day again, the overturned bed in the wooden house.

Shen Qiwen knew that he had not rescued his real mother, but he still tried hard not to reveal any flaws.

Shen Jingyuan's subconscious reaction was to believe it.

But why didn't he hand his mother over, but was unwilling to tell him and would rather let him misunderstand?

While Shen Jingyuan was thinking, he pressed the hand on the back of Ning Wan's neck a little harder.

As if he was afraid that Ning Wan would run away.

Ning Wan's face was pressed against Shen Jingyuan's chest, and her ears were much closer to his heart.

His whole face was red.

Even Ning Wan felt the tips of her ears getting hot.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the heartbeat she heard was her own, Shen Jingyuan's, or both.

Forced to do so, Ning Wan didn't care why Shen Jingyuan wasn't angry.

Move your hands again.

She could feel that if she didn't breathe a breath of fresh air, she would most likely be suffocated to death by Shen Jingyuan.

This time, Ning Wan did not choose the side of the waist where it was difficult to exert force, but instead chose the shoulder.

Originally, I just wanted to create some distance between the two of us.

But what Ning Wan didn't expect was that she heard Shen Jingyuan's muffled groan just after she used a little strength to test it.

Before she could come to her senses, she felt something noticeably wet on her fingers.

The sticky feeling of the blood made Ning Wan vaguely feel something was wrong.

Could it be that Shen Jingyuan just made the clothes clean?

Ning Wan struggled to bring her finger close to her eyes, and was about to take a closer look to determine whether it was just her guess or an illusion caused by her being too nervous.

The slightly heavy breathing and the pain in his shoulder caused Shen Jingyuan's hand, which was originally on Ning Wan's neck, to suddenly appear on Ning Wan's wrist.

Before Ning Wan could react, the discomfort between her fingers completely disappeared.

"Your injury..."

Ning Wan subconsciously wanted to ask.

She knew very well that Shen Jingyuan was probably not telling the truth, so while asking Shen Jingyuan, she also asked Xiao Qi again.

Xiaoqi's answer was consistent with the previous one, and he was even very sure.

But Shen Jingyuan suddenly took a step back at this moment, widened the distance between them, and said seriously: "It will be fine in two days."

Shen Jingyuan said it very seriously, but the dodging movement could be seen by anyone who was not blind.

[Host, the male protagonist must be afraid of the smell of blood being detected, which is why he did this.]

With Xiao Qi's analysis, Ning Wan would no longer believe Shen Jingyuan's words. She silently took Shen Jingyuan's hand and walked towards the stone table.

She didn't believe that a minor injury would be worth Xiao Qi's reminder.

The moment Shen Jingyuan was pulled, he was slightly stunned, but he also cooperated and followed.

But on the other hand, spiritual power overflowed from the fingertips.

Where Ning Wan couldn't see, he was destroying the evidence.

The red-stained cloth on the shoulders disappeared again.

The bloodstains on the stone chair also disappeared completely.

After doing all this, Shen Jingyuan glanced at a corner of the wall.

The tower monster who was originally watching the show instantly retracted its head: Does it look like someone who would tell on the spot?

It's not a coward, it's just that it's so dark, how can it see?

The tower demon found an excuse for himself with a clear conscience and continued to watch secretly.