After Pei Ji finished his bath and returned to the bedroom, he saw Ning Ning sitting on the bed, thinking about something seriously.
She frowned as she thought about it, rarely showing such a serious and distressed look, and her eyes lit up when she saw his figure.
Pei Ji subconsciously felt that the culprit that caused her such distress might be related to him.
It had not been long since he and Ningning became Taoist partners, and he often left Xuanxu to wander aimlessly around the world.
Ningning is a person who cannot sit still. Before she has stayed in one place for long, she is eager to go somewhere else.
But she was quite nostalgic and often reluctant to leave the unique scenery. After going there a few times, the two of them simply bought houses in the places they liked, and wait until they felt like it one day, they would fly over and stay there for a night.
For example, this courtyard surrounded by bamboo trees in the south city.
Ningning met an old friend in Qishan today. After spending half a day with Lu Wanxing and others, she was now exhausted and leaned limply on the bed.
She bathed earlier than Pei Ji. Her long hair was gently tied up with a jade hairpin. A few strands of hair fell down and were blown by the evening breeze outside the window, lightly brushing across her face.
"Pei Ji."
Ning Ning looked at him seriously, her tone more serious than ever before: "I have something I want to discuss with you."
She paused, as if it was difficult to speak, and hooked her finger at him: "Come here."
So Pei Ji went forward obediently and sat beside the bed.
When you get closer, you can smell the delicate scent of gardenia beside her.
Ningning had spoken without hesitation before, but as the words in her heart were about to come out, she showed a slightly embarrassed look, and her earlobes gradually turned pink.
Fortunately, he was very patient. He lowered his eyes and lifted the girl's long hair by her ear and tucked it behind her ear: "What?"
"that is……"
Ningning raised her eyes and looked at him quickly, then quickly lowered her eyelashes. She pursed her lips and paused. After a moment's pause, she spoke as if she had made a desperate move: "That is, don't you think that every time at night... you are too fierce?"
Pei Ji was stunned.
He finally understood why Ningning blushed. When he heard this sentence for the first time, his ears couldn't help but feel hot.
Is he ever "too fierce"?
They had just become Taoist companions and did not have much experience in this area. At night, their consciousness often intertwined, testing each other, and he explored deeper and deeper, his spiritual power surging, and Ningning——
Ningning seemed... often panting and asking him to stop as if exhausted.
Although he rarely did so, even if he did, she would grit her teeth, grab his arm, and say in a hoarse voice to continue.
And every next day, no matter what happened the night before, Ningning would completely forget about it and never show any dissatisfaction.
Pei Ji's ears turned red as he asked her seriously, "Did I make you...uncomfortable?"
"It's not that I feel bad, I'm quite satisfied - oh no!"
Ning Ning's breath became more and more disordered. She wanted to use a stronger tone, but her voice remained almost panicky and difficult: "What I mean is, tonight, I, I want to be the one in charge!"
Finally said it!
Ningning was crying in her heart and she praised herself crazily for her courage. Today she wants the serfs to become masters and overthrow Pei Ji’s unscrupulous rule!
Pei Ji looked at her blankly.
Ningning pretended to be calm and looked at him, but she was so nervous that her heart was half hanging in her chest because she didn't know how the other party would react.
Then she saw Pei Ji move slightly.
The young man, who had just finished bathing, climbed onto the bed, grabbed her right hand and pressed it on his thin nightgown.
Then gently push it to the side.
“…Like this?”
Critical hit.
Critical hit.
He made this movement, with his clothes half covering his chest, revealing his fair skin underneath, but his expression was as serious as ever, with a hint of exploration and confusion.
Pure and sexy.
Ningning's face turned red, and seeing that she did not refute, Pei Ji kept holding the girl's right hand, leaned towards the inside of the bed, and sat down at the head of the bed.
An attitude that says "I'm already lying down, please do as you please."
He was so direct that Ningning, who claimed to be the dominant party, felt flustered.
Fortunately, although they had little experience between them, it was better than nothing. She tried to prepare herself mentally, followed Pei Ji's movements, and pinched the boy's front lapel which was sliding down.
It was like slowly peeling a fruit that had been treasured for a long time, and the part belonging to Pei Ji gradually came into view without any cover.
After years of training, the sword cultivator's body has obvious muscles everywhere.
He was a thin man with smooth and soft upper body curves. His thin shirt fell off little by little, and when it passed the waist and abdomen, the lines suddenly tightened and closed inward.
Ningning sat astride his trouser-covered legs. With a quick glance, she saw Pei Ji's right hand, which was pressed tightly on the quilt and turned slightly white due to excessive force.
This is a micro-movement that occurs unconsciously only when you are nervous.
He always tries to act nonchalant no matter what he thinks.
The candlelight in the room was still burning, casting a hazy dark red hue over the entire space, along with the young man's fair profile and black eyes.
This should be an extremely pleasing picture.
If you ignore the scars all over his body.
Pei Ji had suffered many injuries since he was a child. In the early days, he could not find medicine to treat his injuries in time. Later, when he grew up and entered the world of Xuanxu, he got used to the scars and did not care much about them, and rarely took the time to heal his injuries.
So now when he lifted his clothes, he could see old scars all over his skin, on his chest, arms and abdomen, all formed into long dark brown and light red marks.
Like being bitten, or from whips and canes.
Pei Ji felt her gaze and his eyes dimmed.
He knew that his body was covered with scars and looked hideous and ugly. Ning Ning had always been careful not to touch it, but now——
A slight sense of shyness and shame surged into his heart. Pei Ji felt uneasy for no reason and whispered, "Don't look, Ning..."
Before he finished speaking, the little girl who was standing nearby suddenly lowered her head.
In the warm firelight, Ningning kissed the knife scar below his collarbone.
His long eyelashes trembled helplessly, and Pei Ji's throat moved slightly, but he could not make a sound.
Those scars symbolized his most miserable past. Each one was ugly and horrible, like centipedes hovering around his body, and even he himself felt disgusted.
But Ningning kissed there, using great gentleness.
"Ningning."
He felt embarrassed and annoyed, and said in a hoarse voice: "That place...is not good, don't touch it."
Ningning looked up and met his eyes.
I don’t know when Pei Ji’s face turned red.
He had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, the corners of which were curled upwards and had a light pink color like peach blossoms. There was a layer of mist in his black pupils, making them look hazy, completely obscuring the coldness that usually kept people at a distance. It was like rain falling on a distant mountain, carrying a timid and gentle color.
Pei Ji became shy...is this what he looks like?
Like the cold winter snow slowly melting, it forms a pool of overly soft spring water.
Ningning sat on top of him, taking in all his emotions. In a trance, she felt that her health bar was about to be emptied.
She looked at the scar in front of her and thought of Pei Ji's past, and felt uncomfortable.
He had always hated these scars, so he buried all the memories related to them deep in his heart, not telling anyone, and quietly waiting for them to rot.
She knew all of Pei Ji's thoughts.
He always suffers quietly alone.
Ningning didn't stop. After looking at him, she lowered her head again.
In fact, those scars no longer hurt, but when it is rainy, I will feel a dull pain in my bones.
But when her soft lips touched the long hard marks, the dead flesh that he hated actually became conscious and felt soft.
There is heat surging from the heart to the whole body.
Pei Ji suppressed the sound in his throat, took a deep breath, and covered his eyes with his right arm to prevent the girl he liked from seeing his miserable appearance.
That strange touch stopped somewhere in my chest.
He heard Ningning's voice: "Does it hurt here...?"
As she spoke, she moved her hand away from her lips and stretched out her hand. Her fingertips rested on a dark brown scar. Not daring to use too much force, she stroked it lightly, and it was like a fleeting shadow, attracting a fleeting electric current.
Pei Ji was in a state of confusion, and answered her without thinking: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Yeah?"
Ningning turned her fingertips in a circle without moving her eyes away from it: "It looks like it's seriously injured."
"This was when I was still a student of Xuanxu, passing through Luozhou, in the mountains..."
Pei Ji spoke in a hoarse voice, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he met the girl's clear eyes.
Those almond-shaped eyes were indescribably beautiful, like a rippling pool in the middle of the night. When Ningning lowered her eyelashes and looked at him, her pupils were filled with dancing candlelight, like the bright moon in the water.
She was looking at him.
See every ugly part of his body.
This thought brought with it a slight warmth, which made Pei Ji feel a warm sensation in his heart.
At this moment, it seemed as if even the simplest gaze had become an indescribable ambiguity. The young man's throat moved slightly and he adjusted his breath: "I met a demon cultivator who had been possessed by a demon in the mountains. He entered the Dao with a sword, and the sword energy hit this place."
"Then what?"
The memories that were deeply buried in his heart came back to his mind, and Pei Ji responded in a deep voice: "I didn't have a sword at that time, I only had a knife, and I took advantage of his confusion and went forward with the sword energy -"
After he finished speaking, his eyes darkened: "Ningning, this is not a good story."
Pei Ji didn't want to tell her more.
His past was dark and gloomy, with nothing to be praised about it. It was like a desolate and dirty sewer, which only made people feel upset when they heard about it.
But Ningning is different.
She grew up in a carefree and gentle environment, never knowing any filth or suffering, and Pei Ji didn't want her to know either.
The moon should hang high and far in the sky, enjoying all the beauty and clarity in the world. How can it be stained by the dark color of the gutter?
Pei Ji didn't want Ning Ning to feel sad for him.
She should get only warmth and happiness from him.
The touch covering his chest slowly spun, and when it passed the still intact skin on his ribs, it bit lightly with increased force.
That place is near the waist.
Her breath was like a ball of hot mist. Pei Ji held his breath and clenched the thin bed sheet with his right hand.
"Here?"
Ningning's gaze slid down little by little to his lower abdomen.
Pei Ji was very thin, but not in the weak and frail sense. Instead, he had a well-proportioned body, and was strong, handsome and upright. From her perspective, she could see his solid abdominal muscles.
And a long sharp mark on the muscle.
Her rationality was completely swallowed up by countless mixed emotions, and the sensory stimulation seemed to be there and not there, being guided by her at will.
The fixed gaze was like a entity; he had never been looked at so seriously before.
Pei Ji was going crazy.
"This is my mother..."
The last word was swallowed back into his throat.
Ningning hummed softly and continued moving downwards.
The kisses one after another were gentle and soft, like the first drizzle in spring, with fine drops of water falling on the long-silent pond, creating ripples.
The water in the pond trembled slightly, the breath of the wind also trembled slightly, and the ripples seeped into the unknown depths of the pond, causing involuntary shudders.
Finally she came to a position a little lower.
It is also a more shameful and secretive location.
His teeth slowly nibbled on the thin white strip.
Ningning raised her eyelashes and looked at him with a curled mouth.
The candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating the girl's dark eyes and skin as delicate as white jade.
Like a little fox or a cat.
"Pei Ji."
Ning Ning suddenly laughed, her voice was very low, and the ending tone was a little cunning, which made his heart rise: "Continue?"
His Adam's apple moved suddenly.
The emotions that were suppressed deep in my heart surged like an undercurrent, screaming through layer upon layer of shackles and quickly filling my limbs and bones. Restraint, reserve and restraint were completely swallowed up, and the beast sleeping in the chest quietly stretched out its sharp claws.
Without any warning, Ningning's left arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled straight away.
Pei Ji had been quiet the whole time. She had never expected this action. Her mind went blank and she fell forward due to his force.
The jade hairpin tied in the black hair swayed suddenly, and when it fell to the ground, the black hair poured down like a waterfall and there was a crisp clanging sound.
Then the whole person was turned over without any explanation and lay flat on the place where Pei Ji had been before.
One up and one down, the two people completely exchanged positions.
Wait, wait a minute.
Her arms were pressed tightly against the bed, Ningning's body sunk into the quilt, and she could clearly feel his remaining gentle warmth. Her eyes widened at the sudden movement and she opened her mouth to protest.
It was clearly agreed that he would let her do what she wanted today——
Pei Ji is committing a foul!
It's a pity that these words never got a chance to be spoken.
Pei Ji's eyes were deep, and he leaned over to capture her lips.
Unlike the red marks on his cold white skin, Ningning was completely wrapped in a snow-white thin shirt. At first glance, there was nothing unusual, except that her cheeks were flushed, and the collar was half-covered due to the previous action, revealing layers of wrinkles.
He stretched out his bony hand, and beneath his thin shirt, there appeared a moving arc.
Pei Ji's movements were a little more impatient than usual, but he could be described as "gentle" from beginning to end. Ningning felt the warmth from his palm and felt her whole body burning.
The trembling feeling was like the teeth of a wild beast, gnawing at the meridians and blood wantonly. Even though she had tried it before, she would subconsciously feel shy whenever he touched her.
It started raining outside the window without me noticing.
The rain was sparse and the wind was strong, and a cold current came in the evening. The leaves, tree branches, candlelight, and human figures, everything was swaying rapidly, like a small boat in the wind and waves.
As the night deepened, the rain gradually eased.
When Ningning opened her eyes again, she could only see the young man's slender collarbone and the smooth lines of cold white skin.
——It is said to be cold white, but in fact it has been soaked in a layer of soft light pink.
The thin layer of powder spread silently, gradually changing to pink and white from the neck, passing through the winding dark brown scars, and spreading to every inch of skin on the body.
Perhaps because he noticed her slightly tilting her head back, Pei Ji's hands, which were holding Ning Ning's back, subconsciously stiffened, and the blush on his neck became even deeper.
He felt embarrassed now.
Ningning was almost out of strength, so she buried her head in the crook of his neck and kissed him as gently as possible.
Her voice was also trapped in her neck, sounding muffled, and she said with a smile: "Pei Ji is very good-looking."
The person beside him obviously paused in his breathing. Ning Ning took advantage of the situation and continued to rub his chin: "As long as it's you, no matter in the past, present or future, or anywhere on your body... I like you."
She liked him so much that no matter how embarrassed or miserable he was, Ningning was willing to accept him without reservation.
What's more, Pei Ji has never been in a "unbearable" state. No matter how hard life tried, he always gritted his teeth and kept his back straight and beautiful.
There was a very brief pause in the air.
Pei Ji felt a little itchy from her rubbing. When he spoke again, the aura around him unconsciously became chaotic: "No matter where... I like it?"
Ning Ning didn't think much about it and nodded in response: "Yes."
She heard a low laugh.
Pei Ji's voice was covered with lust, like a spider web covering the eardrum, and he suddenly called her, "Ningning."
The little girl in his arms moved her head and answered obediently: "Hmm?"
Pei Ji: “…”
Pei Ji: "Let's continue."
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