When Ning Ning woke up, the first thing she smelled was a cold woody scent.

She knew whose scent it was, and she was wondering in her confused state: No way, why is it that Pei Ji's scent is in her dreams?

... Although she had occasionally dreamed of him before.

She couldn't tell whether she felt cold or hot all over, and her head was dizzy, like a rusty gear.

This unreal feeling was like a dream, and Ning Ning thought she was just dreaming, trying her best to make sense of the scene.

Something was beating, making her chest itchy, and the breath that enveloped her body was warm and soft, making her involuntarily try to get closer, stretching out her hands and hugging him a little tighter.

Ning Ning continued to think quietly in her dream, so this is what it felt like when Pei Ji held her in his arms. She thought he would be like a piece of rugged wood.

But he seemed to be too thin indeed, and his bones would prick her if she touched him casually. She had to take him to eat more delicious food -

no, could dreams be the same as reality?

If it were in reality, Pei Ji would never be willing to let her touch and hug him so wantonly.

The young man's body was thin and slender, and it felt delicately soft and warm when he was held in his arms.

The closer Ning Ning got to him, the more she felt the coldness in her body gradually subsided, and her aching head finally regained some clarity. She

didn't know what it would be like to hug the real Pei Ji.

While she was daydreaming, she buried her head in the other's neck, so as to absorb more fragrance and heat.

The man's heartbeat quickened, and his body was obviously stiff.

In a trance, Ning Ning heard Pei Ji's voice: "Don't be afraid."

Huh? It seemed different from the dream, and she could hear it very clearly.

Her brain was stuck at this moment, and just when she was stunned, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head again. Will I

feel pain in a dream?

It seems, probably, maybe not.

Ning Ning's head suddenly became clear, and she kept the posture of the last moment and dared not move.

No way.

Is this not a dream? Is she really hugging Pei Ji tightly, and rubbing against him? The soft and warm thing she is touching now... is it really him?

Ningning's body was originally filled with heat due to the cold.

Now these air currents gathered upwards and gathered on her cheeks.

She was so panicked that she didn't know what to do. Pei Ji's voice came to her ears again. Maybe it was an illusion, his voice was much lower than usual: "I will help you kill it."

Then he stroked his head, and a pill was put into her mouth.

The soft touch gently moved from the center of her lips to the corners of her lips. Ningning guessed what it was. She was so confused that she could only hold her breath and close her eyes, pretending to be still asleep.

If Pei Ji found out that she was still awake, Ningning would really have no face to see him again.

He has always ignored even his own injuries, so naturally he has never taken care of others. Pei Ji's movements were stiff and slow, and he held her in his arms again.

Ning Ning's head was a little itchy.

He must have buried his chin in her hair, and the palm covering her back was secretly exerting force, but he was also extremely restrained.

Pei Ji was really bad at talking. He thought for a long time, but when he opened his mouth, his words were still extremely stiff, not romantic at all.

"Don't be afraid. I won't... let you get hurt again."

His voice was very soft, like a whisper between lovers, with a slight tremor, so low that it could not be heard.

But such straightforward and simple words, when they fell into Ning Ning's ears, were like a breeze blowing, making her eyes slightly pale.

She hasn't felt this way for a long time.

Her days in the world of cultivation were busy and intense, with cultivation and upgrading, secret realms, and the fight for magic weapons. Although she was always laughing and joking with others, she would occasionally think of her previous life.

Her parents, the furry cats and dogs at home, and the partners with whom she talked about her ideals and future.

That was a completely different life from now. She lived surrounded by family and friends, and as long as she stretched out her hand, she could touch their care and love.

Later, she came here by accident and became a person who was out of tune with the whole world. She had to slowly learn to go out alone.

Ning Ning had never thought that someone would tell her so carefully that he would not let her get hurt again.

...Why did he say such corny words in a serious manner?

The grievances and loneliness that had accumulated for a long time pierced a small hole in her heart and flowed out wantonly. By the time she reacted, her tears had already fallen unconsciously.

Pei Ji must have noticed the wetness on his chest, and his body suddenly straightened up obviously.

Then someone gently grabbed his clothes, and the girl in his arms moved her head and raised her head with red eyes.

Ning Ning's face was as pale as thin paper, which made the pink color of her eyes even darker.

A pair of bright almond eyes were soaked in water, and in the flickering sparks, a faint light appeared.

Just by being looked at like this, his heart was in a panic and became soft as a pool of mud.

Pei Ji didn't know what to do.

Ning Ning also felt a little embarrassed.

She couldn't honestly tell Pei Ji that she had pretended to sleep for a long time and was moved to tears by his words.

After all, as a senior sister, she had to keep her dignity.

There was a silence.

The little girl in the firelight took a breath and looked at him with moist eyes. After a blink, tears flowed down her fair cheeks: "...It hurts."

There was hesitation, timidity, and a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

What's more, she was lying on him, and her warm breath fell on Pei Ji's neck when she spoke.

It was so ambiguity that made him feel hot all over.

Pei Ji's throat moved, and he lowered his eyes to wipe away the tears from her eyes.

He just wanted to draw his sword immediately and cut the bastard who hurt her into pieces.

His fingertips gave birth to an old cocoon, and when he drew across Ningning's delicate face, the girl blinked hurriedly.

After a very brief pause, two voices rang out simultaneously in the cave:

"Did you just wake up?"

"I just woke up."

As soon as the words were spoken, they fell silent again.

One of them wanted to ask clearly, and the other wanted to explain. When they happened to collide with each other, it was inevitable that they revealed a bit of trying to cover up.

Ahhh, damn it, how could this happen! Isn't it even more embarrassing now! Pei Ji, shut up!

Ning Ning regretted it so much that she just wanted to bang her head against the wall. When she was caught off guard, the back of her head was suddenly pressed lightly, and the whole person fell into his arms.

This was really not like something Pei Ji would do. She almost thought that he had been possessed by someone.

His palm was still covering Ning Ning's back. His chest was buzzing when he spoke, and his voice was muffled: "Don't move."

Oh.

Ning Ning leaned obediently on Pei Ji's chest, without making a sound or moving.

She seemed calm, but in fact she was as nervous as a zombie.

His ten fingers quietly stroked the thin clothes. Ning Ning was wondering about his next move, when she suddenly felt a spiritual power slowly gathering, like a warm and gentle stream of water, silently soaking through her skin.

Clean and comfortable, it was Pei Ji's breath.

He gathered the spiritual power at his fingertips, using the power to remove the coldness from her body.

His fingers slowly moved down from her spine, and she could feel every movement very clearly.

This was the first time that Ning Ning was so close to the opposite sex. When her sensitive lower back was touched, her breathing stopped subconsciously, and her right hand tightly grasped his clothes.

It has to be said that this is an extremely effective treatment method.

For cultivators, cold entering the body is not a serious disease. Pei Ji's spiritual power is clear and gentle, and it penetrates into her body silently from every pore of her body.

The warmth is strong, melting into the skin, blood, and even deep into the bone marrow, bringing an indescribable ultimate enjoyment. Occasionally, it will gently turn sideways, arouse the most sensitive sense in the body, and make her tremble all over. It's

a very strange feeling.

It's like the whole person is wrapped in warm feathers, and the fragrance of wood and plants is all around her. Sometimes there is a refreshing coolness, which is not cold, making her want to get closer.

And Ning Ning did follow her heart and stuck closer to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji: "..."

Pei Ji lowered his eyelashes to hide the dark thoughts surging in his eyes: "Which floor did you go to before?"

"The fiftieth floor."

The girl in his arms laughed foolishly: "It was very cold there, and snowflakes were falling everywhere. The most powerful monster in the level was a huge black shadow. Although it was very tricky, it was still defeated by everyone - I'm great, right? How about you?"

Then it is dead.

Pei Ji was so angry that he had nowhere to vent. He frowned in annoyance. When he heard her talking, he patiently replied, "Yeah, very powerful."

He himself did not even notice how tolerant and gentle her tone was, as if she was coaxing an unhappy child: "I met a fox demon, it's not worth mentioning."

Ning Ning was feverish, and most of her thoughts were in a mess. She snorted and laughed when she heard it, "Then you are also great - Pei Ji will become the most powerful person in the world of cultivation, really."

It is difficult not to be moved by such simple and sincere words.

He said nothing, and only a pool of soft water remained in his chest.

Then in the next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

——Another spiritual power spread along his chest, not as rich and steady as his, but light and floating, like feathers fluttering on the skin.

Ning Ning guessed that Pei Ji was also injured in the battle, and tried to comfort him in this way.

But she was confused and inexperienced, and the effect was counterproductive.

The spiritual power floated around like a physical entity, wandering around the boy's body, like a woman's soft fingertips. Sometimes, with a secret force, it would flow into his body unimpeded and overflow in the blood.

It drew out a series of numbing electric currents, which exploded deep in the most sensitive nerves.

Chengying trembled and screamed: "Oh my god, this, this, this is not good! Pei Xiaoji, please hold on, calm down!"

But Ningning herself was unaware of it, and she was suffocating in his arms, and asked with a smile and expectation: "Are you comfortable?"

Pei Ji closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"... Ningning."

"Hmm?"

Ningning raised her head from his neck. She couldn't see Pei Ji's expression, but could see his smooth neck and jawline.

The arc of his Adam's apple was very beautiful.

The light powder on his neck was also very beautiful.

Pei Ji called her name, but didn't know what to say for a moment. After a long silence, he let her go almost in a wolfish manner: "I'll go out first... to get some fresh air."

Before she could react, Pei Ji gently placed her on the stone wall of the cave. He walked hurriedly and said hoarsely near the cave entrance: "Don't use this method on outsiders in the future."

He used "again", obviously including himself in the scope of "outsiders".

Although Pei Ji couldn't see it, Ning Ning still nodded, and whispered as if talking to herself: "But Pei Ji is not an outsider."

In her blurred vision, the back of the young man walking forward not far away suddenly shook, and the whole person almost fell down.

"Not an outsider, rounding it off to my wife."

Chengying laughed foolishly: "That's great, I'm so satisfied. Kill me quickly to cheer up my brother and his wife!"