Looking at the smiling wind chimes, she gently bit her lip.
Blushing, she took his hand and stepped forward.
She gently tiptoed.
Saving face and such are no longer important.
The important thing is that he can stay...
Looking at her stunningly beautiful face, and her shyly leaning closer, Fengling couldn't help but laugh.
He said with a smile:
Why does it look like it's bowing down to evil forces?
? ? ?
Ruo Qingyan stopped what she was doing, looked at the wind chimes, and gently squeezed his hand.
Expressing dissatisfaction!
Everyone else has already mustered up the courage, and this guy is still grinning and laughing at him?
Never mind then...
Then he landed on his tiptoes and turned his head away from the wind chimes.
That clearly meant she wouldn't kiss anymore, but her face was still a little red.
My heart was pounding, and my thoughts were a little slow.
It still feels unreal.
Seeing this, Fengling smiled, reached out and gently hooked her chin, making her face towards him.
Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions—panic, worry, or shyness—that was hard to discern.
He couldn't understand the wind chimes, but he could understand her blushing.
He smiled and slowly leaned closer, wanting to kiss her again.
But Ruo Qingyan's slender hand blocked the wind chimes.
"Answer me first, then I'll give it to you..."
As expected of the Holy Maiden, she can still bargain even at a time like this.
Her voice trembled slightly and grew softer because of shyness.
They didn't even explain what they were going to do with the wind chimes, so they must be able to do anything.
Fengling narrowed her eyes, a mischievous smile on her face, and licked her palm with her tongue.
"Um!?"
The strange, itchy sensation in her palm sent shivers down Ruo Qingyan's spine.
He whispered a warning, quickly withdrew his hand, and clenched his fist.
"You? What are you doing?!"
Fengling licked her lips and said with a smile:
"Madam's hands are so delicious!"
If Qingyan: ? ? ?
What nonsense are you spouting?!
Thump thump thump—
His heart was pounding. Although he had pulled his hand back, he was still gripping it tightly, afraid that the wind chime might suddenly strike him again...
Fengling smiled, took her hand, and placed it in front of her.
"Hurry up, or your hand will get dirty too..."
As she spoke, she licked her lips. Ruo Qingyan subconsciously tried to pull away, but Feng Ling held her tightly.
"Let go...you...pervert!"
She struggled, her face flushed red.
Feng Ling raised an eyebrow:
"You dare insult me? Oh no, you seem even more excited now..."
As he spoke, he pretended to lean closer to her small fist.
"Ah! No!"
She cried out in surprise and tried to pull her hand back shyly.
What the heck? This feels so weird!
"Hahaha!"
Seeing her like this, Fengling couldn't help but burst into laughter.
It was rare to see the Holy Maiden make such an expression, so I couldn't help but tease her.
So that's why I'm afraid of licking my palms!
He casually pulled her into his arms and gently pressed his lips to her closed eyes.
Before her tears had even dried, he reached out and gently wiped them away.
He said softly:
"Still the same crybaby as when she was a kid..."
Ruo Qingyan frowned slightly and glanced at the wind chimes.
My index finger and thumb quietly climbed up the back of his hand, picked up a small tuft of flesh, and pinched it hard!
"boil!"
Indeed, this is a skill every woman possesses...
This time, it was Wind Chime's turn to try and pull her hand back!
"Let me go! Ahh! Be gentle, be gentle!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Madam!"
"Who is your wife?"
Ruo Qingyan blushed as she pinched and threatened him.
"You, you, you..."
"I mean, I'm not!"
"Okay, okay, I was wrong!"
"snort..."
After letting out a soft hum, Ruo Qingyan looked at the wind chimes and began to ponder the divine decree.
Seeing this, the wind chime asked in confusion:
"What are you thinking about?"
Ruo Qingyan looked at the wind chimes, pursed her lips, and said softly:
"oracle."
"ah?"
Then Ruo Qingyan slowly spoke:
[A demonic lotus emerges amidst the swirling winds, plunging order into chaos!]
[The blood of the child and the drink of the mother—it's hard to judge whether it's good or evil!]
A fortunate beginning brings blessings, but a troublesome ending brings misfortune!
Feng Ling was taken aback by what he said, and was somewhat puzzled:
"What's this?"
If Qingyan gave him a simple explanation, Fengling immediately understood, and was somewhat surprised:
"You have this ability?! Isn't this the work of a prophet?"
Ruo Qingyan nodded gently: "However, there is one sentence that I don't quite understand."
Feng Ling smiled and said:
"In the first sentence, 'Feng' should refer to the Feng family, and 'Yao Lian' refers to Laozi."
This means that if Fengling returns to the Feng family, the world will descend into chaos.
Ruo Qingyan narrowed her eyes slightly, staring intently at the wind chime, and asked:
"Do you still want to be the young master of the Feng family?"
The wind chimes chuckled:
"I will become your son-in-law."
Ruo Qingyan pursed her lips slightly, looking at his smile, and the corners of her mouth also lifted slightly, but she pretended to be unwilling:
"My family doesn't want you..."
Hehehe...
"What does the second sentence mean? If I remember correctly... your mother has already..."
Feng Ling thought for a moment, looked at Ruo Qingyan, and asked with a smile:
Where is that sword?
Ruo Qingyan looked puzzled and turned to look at Yaohua Sword lying there.
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