“Qingyao, you take care of Yunyan, I’ll take Xiaoningzi with me.”
Meng Yun said, supporting the unconscious An Ning.
Qingyao nodded: "Don't worry, I will take good care of her."
In the narrow palace corridor, two figures walked unsteadily.
"Come on, keep going, I..."
Meng Yun quickly covered her mouth: "Little ancestor, don't shout."
An Ning shook her head, trying to break free from Meng Yun's grasp, but Meng Yun couldn't support her struggling on her own. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.
"Be careful!" Meng Yun hurriedly reached out to pull him back.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past my eyes.
An Ning's body, which was about to fall onto the stone slab, was steadily pulled back by a large hand.
Mu Ange tightened his grip on her waist with his well-defined knuckles to prevent her from losing her balance, but he didn't expect that he would press her entire body against him.
His eyes flickered slightly as he looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes were closed, and her dazed little head bumped against his heart with a thud.
He awkwardly turned his head away, reached out and pinched her slender wrist, and with a stern face, he distanced himself from her.
Sudden.
An Ning half-opened her eyes and drove straight toward him.
Mu Ange looked at her as if she had seen a monstrous flood, stiffening her neck and backing away.
Bang.
He stumbled backward and crashed into the cold palace wall behind him.
"You? You...you, you, what are you doing?"
This was the first time Meng Yun had ever seen his nephew so bewildered. He found it even more unbelievable that his nephew could stutter. And yet, he was somehow endearing.
Watching their shadows intertwine in the night, she smiled and quietly left.
An Ning snuggled into Mu Ange's arms, tilting her head back and resting her delicate chin against his broad chest. She blinked her dazed eyes and tilted her head to look at him, saying, "Mmm, big brother~ big brother is so handsome~"
Her delicate, soft voice was like candied fruit soaked in syrup, and Mu Ange felt as if she were soaking in a jar of honey, sweet and cloying.
"I love it so much~"
An Ning boldly stretched out her two hands and cupped Mu Ange's flushed face, unreservedly displaying her flirtatious skills without even realizing it.
The soft touch traveled from my cheeks to almost every part of my body.
"Like?" Mu Ange gently savored the two words.
like!
After belatedly realizing what had happened, he froze, completely frozen, with only his heart pounding wildly and relentlessly, like a thunderclap.
Mu Ange took deep breaths repeatedly, stiffening her body as she silently recited the meditation sutra she practiced over a hundred times, but to no avail; in fact, it only made things worse.
He pursed his lips, mustered his courage, and looked down at her, but that heartless girl... had actually fallen asleep right against his chest...
Her peaceful and serene sleeping face resembled a drifting, soft cloud on the horizon.
He seemed to be possessed, wanting to try out that delicate face to see what it felt like: after all, she just touched her face, so if I touch it back, it's just reciprocation, not being a pervert, right?
Just as he was trying to convince himself of his scoundrelly behavior, a smooth, fair hand suddenly slapped his mouth.
Mu Ange was stunned.
An Ning frowned in dissatisfaction and complained, "Don't talk, I'm so sleepy, I want to go to sleep."
Mu Ange retorted loudly in his heart: I didn't say anything!
*Snap*
An Ning covered his mouth with her other hand, much more forcefully.
"Still talking?" An Ning opened her eyes unhappily and stared at him without blinking!
Mu Ange bit her lower lip lightly, a low laugh escaping her throat: "Bullying me? Hmm?"
As he spoke, he reached out one hand and easily grasped both of An Ning's wrists, while at the same time he held her waist with his other hand and turned her around.
In a dizzying moment, An Ning's back pressed against the palace wall, her wrists gripped and pinned above her head... unable to move.
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