The autumn wind blew through the open window, causing a slight creaking sound.

The fallen leaves were like drifting boats, swirling into the house, and were about to land on the nose of the boy at the head of the bed, when they were gently held by a slender hand.

The house was quiet and peaceful. After experiencing countless trance dreams, Pei Ji was awakened by pain.

The blood marks on his back caused by the thunder were still aching. His consciousness and spirit were both weak. He wanted to move, but found that he had no strength in his body.

It was as if a layer of cloth was covered on his eyes. He couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't use his consciousness to perceive the surrounding scenes. It was pitch black all around, accompanied by bursts of tearing pain.

The strangest thing is that the voice that has existed in his mind

since childhood... can no longer be heard.

Chengying disappeared.

He almost thought he was still dreaming.

Suddenly, something soft poked his cheek.

Pei Ji recognized it as someone's fingertips.

Once the vision disappears, the remaining senses become particularly sensitive.

The fingertips were icy and cool, like a pool of spring water, moving up from his cheek, to the tear mole at the end of his eye, and poked again.

Someone came closer, put his head on the head of the bed, pressed the mattress slightly down, and he smelled the familiar scent of gardenia.

"Pei Ji, Elder Wen is awake, why don't you open your eyes?"

Ning Ning said in a low voice: "Even if you open your eyes, I can't see it."

Pei Ji realized that he was blindfolded, and even if he regained consciousness at this moment, he would not be discovered immediately.

Ning Ning supported her cheek with her free left hand, and slowly moved her right hand down, covering his face with her entire palm.

She didn't dare to use too much force. Pei Ji's face was now paler than paper, as if it would break if touched with a little force.

Thinking of this, Ning Ning couldn't help but feel a sore nose.

When the death calamity came, she was fed with drugs and blindfolded by Pei Ji. Although she couldn't see, she could clearly feel the spreading blood and his violent trembling.

He hadn't said a word before, but in fact he had planned everything long ago, and wanted to use his own death to fulfill her wish.

...What a stubborn idiot.

But no one in the world could treat her better than Pei Ji.

Their trip to the desert was a heavy loss. A group of people went there in good condition, but when they came back, they were either seriously injured and unconscious, or their spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Fortunately, with the help of the bandits, after some twists and turns, they finally sent everyone back to Pingchuan Town for treatment. As

for now, seven days and seven nights have passed since that day. They have returned to Xuanxu Sword Sect. Except for Pei Ji, who was the most seriously injured, the rest of them have woken up.

"If you don't open your eyes," Ning Ning looked at his profile without blinking, and rubbed the deep red teardrop mole at the end of his eye with her fingertips, "you will become the last one."

The thunder was so loud that day that even a dazzled look would feel extremely painful. Pei Ji faced the lightning head-on, and his eyes were naturally seriously injured.

In order to prevent him from being stimulated by the strong light after waking up, the elder who was treating his injuries deliberately covered his eyes with a layer of white cloth.

Because of the gauze, the dark hostility between Pei Ji's eyebrows was much smaller. Ning Ning couldn't see his eyes, but could only see the high bridge of his nose and the thin lips that were habitually tightly pursed.

The lips were too pale, slightly pressed down, and due to the dryness of long-term illness, there were several shallow white cracks.

She suddenly wanted to hug him and ask Pei Ji if it hurt. No matter what the answer was, she wanted to tell him that she was by his side. She

wanted him more than ever before. He had been alone for too long.

"I dreamed of you last night."

Anyway, he was asleep and unconscious, so Ning Ning just let herself go and babbled, saying everything in her heart.

"Didn't you talk about rabbits and ducks before? I dreamed for a long time that we lived in a yard full of flowers - there were only the two of us there, and it was our home." She

felt embarrassed when she said this, and her ears turned red because of her own words. As she spoke, she pinched the thin flesh on Pei Ji's face: "We have many pets. One day I came home and found that there were so many rabbits and ducks that they gathered into a wave. You were caught in the middle and rushed around, like a white ball."

No one responded.

"Hey."

Ningning lowered her head and almost whispered in his ear: "Do you think this dream will come true? Our home -"

The last few words were stuck in her throat and she didn't say them out.

——Pei Ji, who had been lying motionless on the bed, suddenly turned his head, and his jade-like face just met her nose.

If it weren't for the gauze, she would have met the boy's dark eyes.

Pei Ji's lips seemed to open, as if he was about to say something but stopped.

Ning Ning's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and then beat wildly, as heavy as a drum.

When did he... wake up?

Those words must have been heard.

Her hand was still on Pei Ji's face, not moving away.

"I want to have a home with you", such words... are obviously more embarrassing than "I like you", which is tantamount to the most straightforward confession.

And she actually said it so openly.

Ning Ning's whole body was hot, and she just wanted to bang her head against the wall.

"And then?"

Pei Ji spoke without warning, and while enduring the pain, he stretched his hand upwards, pressing his fingertips on her joints.

His voice was extremely hoarse, and after a long pause, he softly said in a drab but extremely cherishing tone: "Our home."

It is hard to describe how he felt when he heard those words.

"Home" is something he never dared to ask for.

The insults and beatings in childhood do not count as home, and later when he met his biological father, such a deformed and twisted relationship was even less worthy of the word.

Pei Ji had already made plans to be alone, and he never imagined that one day, his eyes would turn red because of a simple Chinese character.

At that time, he was lying quietly on the bed, feeling a little itchy from the girl's gentle touch. Ningning's words seemed to be warm, flowing into his heart through his ears, bringing him unprecedented peace of mind.

Because of those words, every deep scar on his back that could see the bone gradually lost its pain, and a warm breath swept through the blood vessels of his body, wrapping his heart gently, so gentle that it made him want to cry.

He could no longer endure such a close distance, and more than ever, he wanted to hold her tightly.

The atmosphere in the house stagnated at this moment.

"Pei Ji."

Pei Ji heard Ning Ning's voice, which sounded very close. She answered the question irrelevantly, with a faint smile on her face, and the words she uttered fell on his heart bit by bit: "Your ears are so red."

His heart trembled in panic.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and his mind was turbid, but Ningning was looking down at him, taking in all his actions.

This was an extremely passive state.

Pei Ji had no idea about her next move.

He heard the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

A light breeze passed by his ears.

The girl's soft lips quietly fell on his earlobe, and she pursed the red that was almost dripping with blood.

Her breath followed her earlobe and spread to her neck, like a little bit of exploding fireworks, passing through every corner of his body recklessly.

Pei Ji's eyes were full of darkness, and he could only hold his breath and listen to her continue: "It's hot too."

In the endless darkness, he could hardly bear such bright colors.

But Ningning didn't stop, she whispered in his ear very softly: "If we have a family, we will probably be together like this every day."

The trembling in his heart suddenly spread.

It was as if countless weeds were growing wildly, making his chest itchy. The surging emotions were hard to suppress, and were about to break through the shackles and burst out of his heart.

This was his favorite girl.

Ningning was so good.

She always had a smile on her face, and she was so outstanding that he could be proud of her from the bottom of his heart. She only needed to stand there to be a radiant glow.

Falling in love with such an unattainable person, his mind was naive and cowardly, and he only dared to stand in a quiet dark corner, staring at her shadow without saying a word, just like looking at the white moon in the sky from afar.

When Ning Ning smiled at him or touched him, it was like the moonlight shining softly and gently on him.

He felt happy, but once he thought that this was all he could get, his joy shattered into sharp pieces, each piercing his chest.

Pei Ji was a cowardly kid who was inferior and cowardly, hiding himself in his shell. The moon was too far away, and sometimes he stretched out his hand in vain, but he could never reach it.

He couldn't get it or touch it, and he missed it like crazy, but he was used to suppressing his instincts and pretending not to care.

But suddenly one day, the bright moonlight flickered slowly, and the white light poured down like water, illuminating this dark corner.

Incredibly tenderly, as if it were something that only happened in a dream, Ning Ning approached him step by step and came to his side.

All she needed was a simple smile to completely shatter the indifference that he had maintained for so many years, and even her heart softened into a pool of water, which was blown by the wind and made her flustered and at a loss.

Her laughter still echoed in his ears, and Pei Ji's throat rolled rough.

He suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse after being burned by the flames, and he said in a deep voice: "Ning Ning."

Ning Ning didn't understand his intention, and responded softly: "Hmm?"

In the quiet room, the girl's slight gasp was heard.

A hand covered her back without any explanation, and with a push, she fell into Pei Ji's chest.

The boy, whose eyes were covered by a white cloth, took a deep breath and buried his head in her neck.

If the eyes can't see, then use other senses to feel.

The palm pressed down hard, and the fingertips caressed the protruding butterfly bones, very gently, outlining the traces of the bones bit by bit.

The tip of his nose was lingering with her own gardenia fragrance, which was not strong, wrapped in the gradually rising heat, like a slender little hook, effortlessly put on him.

... and ears.

Pei Ji heard Ning Ning's breathing, and sometimes she would feel itchy when he touched her, and she would unconsciously let out a low breath.

The sound was like fire, burning his ears.

At this moment, Ning Ning belonged to him completely.

When he thought of this, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

As long as the object was her, even if it was just a pure hug, it was so fascinating.

"Talk."

Pei Ji said, "I want to hear more of your voice."

Ning Ning's breathing gradually became steady.

She moved her head, and her voice was muffled in his thin clothes: "In the future, we will travel around and then choose a beautiful place to live. You cook so deliciously, I can teach you the dishes of my hometown... although I don't know how to cook."

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and lowered his head uncontrollably, touching the girl's soft and delicate neck with his lips: "Yeah."

"By the way... He Zhizhou said that when the thunder came that day, you deployed the ancient sword formation."

Her breathing, which had been tending to be steady, became fragmented and disordered again because of his actions: "After the thunder tribulation, a sword appeared beside you. The elders said... the elders said that it was the famous sword Chengying, which contained a sword spirit. It used to live in your sea of ​​consciousness, but this time it was hit by the thunder and was forced out by the huge force."

Until this moment, the confusion and worry that had been shrouding her heart finally dissipated, and Pei Ji rubbed her chin: "Hmm."

He heard another sudden increase in breathing.

"Pei Ji."

His breathing and kisses were gentle and frequent, all falling on the most sensitive parts. Ning Ning took a deep breath and tried her best to straighten her back: "Itchy."

She said these three words without any thought. As soon as the words fell, Ning Ning felt something was wrong.

She spoke very quickly, and because of the slight tremor, the whole sentence became fragmented words, and the ending sound was lingering, too soft and velvety.

Coupled with the coquettish tone, it sounded a little too ambiguous.

Ambiguous to the point of making people blush and their hearts beat faster.

Pei Ji stopped moving suddenly, and his ears turned even redder.

Ning Ning just wanted to curl herself up into a ball and never make a sound again.

But she couldn't let the atmosphere become more stagnant, so she had to bury her head a little lower and continued: "Your injury is the most serious. You must not get up and move around in the next few days, understand?"

Pei Ji became much more obedient, holding her motionlessly, and answered very seriously: "Yes."

After she said that, his movements were almost cautious now. She

was so obedient that her heart was abashed.

"If you want to continue... it's okay."

Ning Ning's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last few words were barely audible.

But Pei Ji still heard what she said clearly.

Her body quickly became hot at that moment, and she told him with timidity: "I don't hate... like that."

Her heart skipped a beat, and in the desolate and silent desert, a small flower suddenly bloomed.

He heard Ning Ning continue to say: "Don't do such dangerous things alone in the future, okay? When I saw that lightning strike..." When

she said this, she choked and couldn't utter any words.

Pei Ji raised his hand and stroked it upwards along her cheek, touching the warm water droplets.

Ning Ning was crying because of him.

The young man couldn't see her appearance, so he could only clumsily kiss away the falling tears: "I know."

"You are always like this."

She seemed a little angry and emphasized: "You want to take care of everything by yourself, but obviously I and everyone else can help. If something happens to you, I--"

Ning Ning paused, gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "What should I do?"

Now it is completely different from before.

Pei Ji thought, at least he still has her.

Even for Ning Ning, he has to live well. Only by becoming as brilliant as her, can he be qualified to stand beside her.

"...I know."

He repeated it again in an extremely serious tone, his voice was hoarse, but there was unstoppable tenderness.

This broken body is no longer just his.

Pei Ji is willing to give everything to her, and likewise, to preserve it carefully for her.

The bony right hand fell silently and gently grasped the girl's slender wrist.

Pei Ji led her gradually upwards, his fingertips brushing over the soft and thin clothes, and finally came to his chest.

On Ning Ning's palm, the violent force continued to grow heavier.

Boom boom boom, that was his heartbeat.

"Did you hear that?"

Pei Ji's ears were red. He must have used up all his tenderness and beautiful words before he finally said the last sentence: "This is yours."