Wen Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and thought.
The big tail behind him swung slightly in the air. He didn't answer, and then the little girl spoke.
"Oh, by the way, you destroyed my mountain, and I picked it up, so it's my beast." The little girl's voice was sweet and soft. She blinked her eyes, half-lifted him in the air, and spoke to her seriously.
It was a strange feeling to have his sovereignty claimed by a little girl who was probably less than one percent of his age.
Wen Jing glanced at Chu Ci with his golden-red eyes, and this time he spoke.
His voice was slightly deep and gorgeous, with a hint of laziness. His nonchalant tone matched his soft and cute look, giving him a strangely cute feeling.
"Your beast?"
"We agreed to pay with our bodies," Chu Ci said, not at all surprised that he could speak this time. The corners of her lips curled slightly, revealing the dimples on her cheeks, and she tilted her head slightly, "You can't break your promise."
Wen Jing paused for a moment, and then a smile flashed across his eyes.
Even though she asked him to pay with her body in such a tone, he didn't find this little girl ridiculous. He even thought she was cute. Perhaps it was because her eyes were too pure, which was different from those of others.
Wen Jing was thinking about it when he heard Chu Ci speak again.
"You haven't told me your name yet."
Wen Jing nimbly jumped out of Chu Ci's hands and curled himself up on the pillow that was stained with Chu Ci's scent. He raised his little head from the fluffy little ball and said lazily, "This is the second time, Cibao, I am Wen Jing."
Do the mission targets in every plane like this title?
Hearing the familiar name, Chu Ci paused, but didn't think much about it. She tilted her head to look at him, thought for a moment and said, "The man I saw before I fell asleep should be you, right?"
Speaking of this, Wen Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, "If you mean when you didn't show any surprised reaction at all and just went straight into my arms, then that was indeed me."
The little girl had no guard at all.
After hearing what she had done, Chu Ci paused slightly. It wasn't because she was shy as Wen Jing thought. In fact, Chu Ci, who might be older than Wen Jing in this dimension, tilted her head and thought carefully. Finally, she said, "Your breath is very comfortable and warm, suitable for sleeping."
Hearing this comment, Wen Jing paused slightly.
Some say he is cold and casual, some say he is violent and ostentatious, but the only word "warm" that no one has ever said except her, but she is probably the only one who dares to say it.
Wen Jing chuckled, lowering his eyes to hide the light in his own eyes.
'Wen Jing's love value +2, currently 27.'
As for, suitable for... sleeping?
If the little girl's eyes had not been so calm and full of innocence, he would have really thought she was hinting at something.
After a brief exchange, Chu Ci began to practice again. Wen Jing curled up on Chu Ci's pillow, with the fresh scent of Chu Ci's hair lingering on his nose. Finally, he closed his eyes and quietly recovered from his injuries bit by bit.
When Chu Ci opened her eyes again, she didn't know how much time had passed. She subconsciously looked towards the pillow. The little ball of fluff was curled up on it, looking a little wilted and not very energetic.
His injuries did heal quickly. If you looked at the injured area, you couldn't find the original hideous wound unless you looked carefully.
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