The autumn wind blew through the open window, causing a slight creaking sound.
The fallen leaves were like drifting boats, swirling into the house. When they were about to land on the nose of the boy at the bedside, they were gently grasped by a slender hand.
The house was quiet and peaceful. After experiencing countless hazy dreams, Pei Ji was awakened by the pain.
The bloodstains on his back from the lightning strike were still painful, and his consciousness and awareness were both weak. He wanted to move, but found that he had no strength in his body.
It was as if his eyes were covered with a layer of cloth. He could not open his eyes, nor could he use his spiritual sense to perceive the surrounding scene. It was pitch black all around, accompanied by waves of tearing pain.
The weirdest thing is that voice that has been in his mind since he was a child...
It is no longer heard now.
Chengying disappeared.
He almost thought he was still dreaming.
Suddenly, something soft poked his cheek.
Pei Ji recognized that it was someone's fingertips.
Once vision is gone, the remaining senses become extraordinarily acute.
The fingertip was icy cold, like a pool of spring water. It moved up from his cheek to the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye and poked it again.
Someone came closer and put his head on the head of the bed, pressing the mattress down slightly. He smelled the familiar scent of gardenia.
"Pei Ji, Elder Wen is awake, why don't you open your eyes?"
Ning Ning spoke in a low voice: "Even if you open your eyes, I can't tell."
Pei Ji then realized that he was blindfolded, and even if he regained consciousness at this moment, he would not be discovered immediately.
Ningning 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 use too much force. Pei Ji's face is now paler than paper, as if it would shatter if touched with the slightest force.
Thinking of this, Ningning couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.
When the disaster of death came, Pei Ji fed her a drug and blinded her. Although she could not see, she could clearly feel the spreading blood and his body shaking violently.
He hadn't said a word before, but in fact he had already planned everything, wanting to fulfill her wish with his own death.
...What a stubborn idiot.
But no one in the world can treat her better than Pei Ji.
Their journey to the desert was a disastrous one; a group of people went there in good health, but when they came back they were either seriously injured and unconscious, or their spiritual energy was completely drained.
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, everyone else has woken up.
"If you don't open your eyes," Ningning stared at his profile without blinking, rubbing her fingertips across the deep red teardrop mole at the end of his eye, "you'll be the last one."
There was a huge thunderstorm that day, and even a quick glance would cause extreme pain. Pei Ji was met with the lightning head-on, and naturally his eyes were severely injured.
In order to prevent him from being stimulated by the strong light after waking up, the elder who was healing him deliberately covered his eyes with a layer of white cloth.
Because of the gauze, the dark hostility between Pei Ji's brows was much less. Ningning couldn't see his eyes, but could only see his high nose bridge and his thin lips that were habitually tightly pursed.
The lips were extremely pale, and if pressed down slightly, there were several shallow white cracks due to the dryness from long-term illness.
She suddenly wanted to hug him and ask Pei Ji if it hurt. No matter what the answer was, she had to tell him that she was with him.
More than ever before, he had been alone for too long.
"I dreamed about you last night."
Since he was asleep and unconscious, Ningning just let herself go and talked nonsense, saying everything that was in her heart.
"Didn't you mention the rabbit and the duck before? I dreamed that a long time later, the two of us lived in a yard full of flowers - there were only the two of us there, and it was our home."
She felt a little 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 again: "We have many pets. One day when I came home, I found that there were so many rabbits and ducks that they formed a wave. You were caught in the middle and rushed around like a white ball."
No one responded.
"Ai."
Ningning lowered her head even lower and whispered in his ear: "Do you think this dream will come true? Our home——"
The last few words got stuck in my throat and I couldn't utter them.
——Pei Ji, who was lying motionless on the bed, suddenly turned his head, and his white jade face just met her nose.
If it weren't for the gauze, she would have to meet the boy's dark eyes.
Pei Ji's lips seemed to be open, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.
Ningning's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and then began beating 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", words like this... are obviously more embarrassing than "I like you", and are tantamount to the most straightforward confession.
And she actually said it so openly.
Ningning felt hot all over and just wanted to bang her head against the wall.
"Then what?"
Pei Ji spoke without warning, endured the pain and reached his hand upwards, pressing his fingertips on her joints.
His voice was very hoarse, and after a long pause, he said softly in an awkward but extremely cherishing tone: "Our home."
It's hard to describe how he felt when he heard those words.
"Home" is something he never dared to ask for.
The insults and beatings I suffered as a child did not count as home, and when I later met my biological father, the deformed and twisted relationship between them made me even less worthy of the word.
Pei Ji had already made plans to be alone, and 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 carry warmth, flowing into his heart through his ears, bringing him unprecedented peace of mind.
Because of those words, every scar on his back that was deep enough to see the bone gradually lost its pain. A warm breath swept through his blood vessels, wrapping his heart completely, so gentle that it made him want to cry.
He could no longer bear being so close to her, and more than ever, he wanted to hold her tightly.
The atmosphere in the house stagnated at this moment.
"Pei Ji."
Pei Ji heard Ningning's voice, coming from very close to him. She answered irrelevantly, smiled faintly, and said something that touched his heart little by little: "Your ears are so red."
My heart trembled in panic.
Everything in front of his eyes was dark, and his sea of consciousness was also turbid, but Ningning was looking down at him, taking in all his actions.
This is an extremely passive state.
Pei Ji had no idea what she would do next.
He heard the rustling of clothes.
A light breeze passed by my ears.
The girl's soft lips quietly fell on his earlobe, and she licked the red spot that was almost dripping with blood.
Her breath followed his earlobe and spread to his neck, like a burst of fireworks, passing through every corner of his body without restraint.
Pei Ji's eyes were filled with darkness. 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.
Ning Ning didn't stop, and whispered in his ear very softly: "If we have a family, we will probably spend every day together like this."
The trembling in my heart suddenly spread.
It was as if countless weeds were growing wildly, making my chest itch uncontrollably. The surging emotions are difficult to suppress and are about to break through the shackles and burst out of the heart.
This is his favorite little girl.
Ningning is so nice.
There was always a smile on her face. She was so outstanding that he was proud of her from the bottom of his heart. She only needed to stand there to shine.
Falling in love with such an unattainable person, his mind was naive and timid. He only dared to stand in a quiet and dark corner, staring at her shadow without saying a word, just like looking at the bright white moon in the sky.
When Ningning smiled at him or touched him, it was like the moonlight shone brightly, a few soft rays gently falling on him.
He felt happy, but when he thought that this was all he could get, his joy shattered into sharp pieces, each piercing his chest.
Pei Ji was a coward who was inferior and cowardly, hiding himself in his shell. The moon was too far away, and he sometimes stretched out his hand in vain but could never reach it.
I can't get it and I can't touch it. I miss it like crazy, but I'm used to suppressing my instincts and pretending that I don't care.
But suddenly one day, the bright moonlight flickered slowly, and the white light poured down like water, illuminating this dark corner.
Incredibly gently, as if it were something that would only happen in a dream, Ningning approached him step by step and came to his side.
All she needed was a simple smile to completely shatter the indifference he had maintained for so many years, and even his heart would become soft and turn into a pool of water, which would be blown by the wind and make him so flustered that he could not adapt.
Her laughter still echoed in his ears, and Pei Ji's throat rolled with difficulty.
He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse from being burned by the flames, and said in a deep voice: "Ningning."
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 blindfolded with a white cloth, took a deep breath and buried his head in the crook of her neck.
If you can't see with your eyes, use your other senses to feel.
Press down hard with your palm, and rub your fingertips on the protruding butterfly bones, gently outlining the traces of the bones bit by bit.
The tip of his nose was lingering with the scent of her gardenia, which was not strong, but was wrapped in the gradually rising heat, like a slender little hook that effortlessly slipped onto his body.
...and ears.
Pei Ji heard Ningning's breathing, and sometimes when he touched her and she felt itchy, she would unconsciously let out a low breath.
The sound was like fire, burning his ears.
At this moment, Ningning belonged to him completely.
He couldn't help but feel his heart beating wildly at the thought.
As long as the object is her, even if it is just a pure hug, it is so fascinating.
"Say something."
Pei Ji said: "I want to hear more of your voice."
Ningning's breathing gradually became steady.
She moved her head, her voice muffled by his thin clothes: "Later, we will travel around and choose a beautiful place to live. Your cooking is so delicious, I can teach you the dishes from my hometown... although I am not very good at cooking."
He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, lowered his head uncontrollably, and touched the girl's soft and delicate neck with his lips: "Hmm."
"Oh right... He Zhizhou said that when the thunder came that day, you deployed the ancient sword formation."
His originally calming breathing 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 sword Chengying, which contained a sword spirit. It used to reside in your sea of consciousness, but this time it was forced out by the huge force of the thunder."
Until this moment, the confusion and worry that shrouded her heart finally dissipated, Pei Ji rubbed her chin: "Yeah."
He heard another sudden increase in breathing.
"Pei Ji."
His breath and kisses were soft and dense, all falling on the most sensitive parts. Ningning took a shallow breath and tried her best to straighten her back: "Itchy."
She said these three words without any thought, and as soon as she finished speaking, Ningning felt something was wrong.
She spoke very quickly, and because of a slight tremor, the whole sentence broke into fragmented words, with the ending tone lingering, soft and mellow to an excessive degree.
Coupled with the coquettish tone, it sounds a little too ambiguous.
It's so ambiguous that it makes people blush and their heart beat faster.
Pei Ji suddenly stopped moving and his ears turned even redder.
Ningning just wanted to curl herself up into a ball and never make a sound again.
But she couldn't let the atmosphere become more tense, so she had to lower her head a little and continued, "Your injury is the most serious. You must not get up and move around in the next few days. Do you understand?"
Pei Ji became much more obedient, holding her motionlessly, and responded seriously: "Yeah."
After she said that, his movements became almost cautious.
She was so well-behaved that it made her feel uncomfortable.
"If you want to continue...it's okay."
Ningning's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last few words were barely audible.
But Pei Ji still heard clearly what she said.
Her body quickly became hot at that moment, and she suppressed her timidity and told him: "I don't hate... like that."
My heart skipped a beat, and suddenly a tiny flower bloomed in that desolate and silent desert.
He heard Ning Ning continue to say: "Don't do such dangerous things alone in the future, okay? When I saw the lightning strike..."
When she got to this point, she was choked with sobs and couldn't utter a single word.
Pei Ji raised his hand and stroked it upwards along her cheek, touching the warm water droplets.
Ningning was crying because of him.
The boy couldn't see her appearance, so he could only clumsily kiss away the tears that fell: "I know."
"You're always like this."
She seemed a little annoyed, and said in a more serious tone: "You want to take care of everything by yourself, even though I and everyone else can help. If anything happens to you, I—"
Ning Ning paused, gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "What should I do?"
Things are completely different now than they were before.
Pei Ji thought, at least he still had her.
Even if it's just for Ningning, he has to live well. Only by becoming as brilliant as her, can you be qualified to stand beside her.
"……I know."
He repeated it again in a very serious tone, his voice was hoarse, but there was also unstoppable tenderness.
This damaged body no longer belongs to him alone.
Pei Ji was willing to give her everything, and likewise, preserve it carefully for her.
The bony right hand fell silently and gently grasped the girl's slender wrist.
Pei Ji moved her up gradually, his fingertips brushing across the soft and thin clothes, and finally reaching his chest.
In Ningning's palm, the intense force continued to grow heavier.
Boom, boom, boom, that's his heartbeat.
"Did you hear that?"
Pei Ji's ears were red. He must have used up all his tenderness and pretty words in his life before he finally said the last sentence: "This is yours."
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