Song Yutang sat very straight, as if he couldn't see Su Huanyan who was a few steps away. The spiritual energy surrounding him didn't give her any chance to get close.
[Please note, the lines are being announced...]
"Fellow Daoist Song, are you following me?"
Ning Wan, who was deliberately speaking in a pinched voice, cursed herself in her heart, but then she looked at the second half of the sentence on the prompter:
[Host, please say this with a narcissistic, yet unaware, expression, maintaining the character's inherent conflicting sense of purity and charm.]
Ning Wan: ??? Is this how purity and charm are used?
The person has closed his eyes, why is he still pretending? Is he just acting to the air?
Ning Wan automatically ignored the reminder and looked back at her own lines.
Well, there are three more sentences.
She didn't think anything of it when she saw it at the time, but now that she was saying it, she started to feel embarrassed for herself.
"Before entering the secret realm, I have already told Fellow Daoist Song that if Fellow Daoist Song is willing, I can definitely do it."
"Fellow Daoist Song, there's no need to do such a mean thing."
Song Yutang, who was sitting on the ground, did not respond, but a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
His jawline, which is even clearer than Ning Wan's life plan, adds to his charm and makes people unable to take their eyes off him.
"Xiao Qi, this plot should be over, right?"
Ning Wan rubbed her throat with her hand, feeling a little annoyed: she felt that she needed to drink some water to moisten her throat.
It’s said that being a clamp is easy, but why is it different for her? Could it be that being a clamp also requires talent and hard work and practice?
[Host, there is one more sentence missing.]
Xiao Qi looked at his host, seeming to be hesitant to speak, as if the words were difficult to bring out.
"One sentence missing?"
Ning Wan didn't notice anything was wrong with Xiao Qi, so she asked subconsciously. At the same time, she began to recall what she had said before and compared it with what was on the prompter.
She was extremely sure that she had not missed anything, and just when she was about to ask Xiaoqi if he had made a mistake, Xiaoqi spoke.
[Host, all I need is one sentence from the male lead: "Get lost."]
Ning Wan: ...Well, whether she should say it or not, there is actually no need to wait for Chen Jinggu to speak. She still has that self-awareness.
Chen Jinggu opened his eyes at the right time, just when Ning Wan was thinking about whether to do something to force him to wake up.
Song Yutang pursed his lips, looked at Su Huanyan with a cold face, was silent for a while, and then dispersed the spiritual power shield around him.
Ning Wan's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation, especially when she saw Chen Jinggu open his mouth.
"come over."
Ning Wan, who was about to slip away, said: Huh? What's going on? How could he add scenes to himself without permission? Changing the script without permission would get him criticized.
Ning Wan snorted coldly, her eyes revealing displeasure: "If you let me go, I'll go?"
Song Yutang didn't know if he had done anything wrong. He should have avoided this person the first moment he took the Chinese medicine. But when he smelled the spiritual power that belonged only to her, he walked over uncontrollably.
He wanted to suppress it with his luck, but he didn't expect that the more he suppressed the hot feeling, the more rampant it became, almost sweeping away all his rationality and turning him into a puppet controlled by drugs.
"Fellow Daoist Song, do you think too highly of yourself..."
Before she could finish her words, Ning Wan felt the pressure from Song Yutang, a spirit-transforming stage cultivator. It was no exaggeration to say that she could hardly hold back her legs, nearly kneeling down before Shen Jinggu.
Ning Wan's face darkened: Song Yutang's character is clearly that of a cool and aloof young man, so why does he use such an unreasonable routine?
Although this trick is a bit old-fashioned, its practicality is still worth affirming.
"Of course, Fellow Daoist Song is an exception. Beauties will always enjoy preferential treatment." Ning Wan changed her face faster than turning the pages of a book, but she changed the subject and smoothed it over.
[Story Mission: Anger Song Yutang and complete the main storyline of Love at First Kiss.]
【Note: The host cannot take the initiative.】
Ning Wan, who was walking towards Song Yutang, stumbled and leaned forward almost subconsciously.
Xiao Qi in the sea of consciousness was already unable to bear watching. He quickly opened the host's life security and quickly covered his face.
But Xiao Qi waited for a long time but didn't hear the host's loud screams, so he opened his eyes out of curiosity.
Looking at the host being held in the male protagonist's arms, Xiao Qi didn't even have time to ask the host a question before he felt his eyes go dark.
The familiar little dark room appears again.
It took Ning Wan a while to realize that it was Song Yutang who "saved" her with his spiritual power. However, after seeing her wrist tightly held by Song Yutang, she had no time to thank him and almost subconsciously wanted to break free.
She had not forgotten the description of this in the letter: When love is deep, it is natural to be a passionate affair.
When she saw it at that time, she just thought it was a small, obscure car. But now it was her turn, Ning Wan desperately hoped that Song Yutang was not so casual.
Song Yutang did not stand up, so Ning Wan fell directly into his arms.
"How many people has Fellow Daoist Su said this to?"
Song Yutang didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with the current posture. Her wrist was held tightly, and the hand on her waist was trying hard to restrain her attempts to break free.
The slightly cold tone suddenly sounded in Ning Wan's ears, making her feet feel cold.
After struggling for several times, Ning Wan had to give up. She raised her eyes slightly, a smile on her lips, "Is Fellow Daoist Song jealous?"
Song Yutang's hand froze, but Ning Wan, seizing the perfect moment, deftly freed her wrist from his grasp. Then, she sat in his arms as if nothing had happened, rubbing her wrist, her tone cold and mocking:
"They are just a few nameless young masters, and they are naturally no match for Fellow Daoist Song. If Fellow Daoist Song really cares about these things, I can send them all away."
"It's just that Fellow Daoist Song's personality is a little too unkind to women."
"If Fellow Daoist Song always behaves like this, I, Su Huanyan, will not be a favorite with him."
"After all, I prefer a dog that wags its tail to a dog that bites."
As Ning Wan spoke, she tentatively turned around, raised her wrist, and boldly placed her fingertips on Shen Jinggu's eyebrows, then moved down and pressed on his bright red lips.
Song Yutang probably couldn't stand this kind of provocation, and his eyes gradually became cold.
But Ning Wan seemed to feel no danger. She straightened her waist slightly and whispered in his ear, word by word.
"Well, if Fellow Daoist Song can't accept it, just treat what I said earlier as a joke."
"The last thing we, the Hehuan Sect, would do is to forcefully lock up a man."
After saying that, Ning Wan's fingertips left Shen Jinggu's red lips and landed on his shoulders. She was just planning to use the force to give the man in front of her the illusion that she was going to give up on him, so as to motivate him, but she didn't expect to go too far.
Before she could struggle, Song Yutang "threw" her out of his arms.
"dirty."
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