Chapter 403 She felt like she was being set up
Ye Xiaoman lost control of her expression: "Then?"
Jiaying: "Let's continue."
Ye Xiaoman: “?!”
No, why do you feel even more excited after hearing this?
Do you really like the feeling of urgency when something is about to be exposed but not yet?
"No, no," Ye Xiaoman regained consciousness for a few seconds, "What if Amu finds out?"
Jiaying's shirt was open, and he bent one leg, resting his jade-like wrist on his knee. "Just say that the ghost spirit invaded your mind and made the same mistake that an ordinary woman would make."
Boom.
A flash of lightning briefly illuminated half of Jiaying's face. His long hair was as black as ink, and his eyes and lips were pursed with bright red. He looked like a love ghost.
It suddenly started to rain heavily outside.
Ye Xiaoman said in surprise: "It actually rains in this place."
Jiaying replied, "The memories of the dead preserve the wind, frost, rain, and snow of the past; there will be changes in the weather."
After he said that, he walked towards Ye Xiaoman.
The outermost piece of white clothing fell down his back, loosely wrapped around his arms, with the long hem trailing behind him.
"Sister, why don't you reply to me?" Yue Mushan complained.
Ye Xiaoman rushed out of the dilapidated temple and into the rain curtain.
She ran wildly in the rain, her voice coming from far away through the sound of thunder and rain, "Jiaying, let me get wet in the rain first to calm down--"
Jiaying followed her back and slowly walked out of the dilapidated temple.
The rain poured on his hair and soaked his whole body.
He raised his face, closed his eyes, and felt the heavy rain hitting his face. His body temperature became ice-cold, his lips turned pale as if he had lost blood, and the expression on his profile was fragile.
The smooth lines from Adam's apple to collarbone.
He slowly straightened his face and looked ahead expressionlessly, his black hair sticking to his face.
On the weed-covered path ahead, Ye Xiaoman ran so fast that only her small figure remained.
Jiaying goes after Ye Xiaoman.
Like an evil god who suddenly wakes up and chases after his only tribute; or like a devout believer who chases back the ruthless god who has abandoned him.
It is raining heavily, and there will be casualties tonight.
He likes rain and the sound of rain.
He discovered that he really enjoyed running in the rain.
Unlike the first half of my life when I was trapped in a small world, the feeling of running is like walking across vast rivers and mountains, with the wind blowing in my face, crystal water splashing under my feet, and tall wild grass being stepped on. I feel free, free like never before.
He felt very happy.
Ye Xiaoman ran for a while, shook her wet hair, and leaned against a tree to rest.
She heard some movement behind her and looked back, seeing the weeds being pushed to the sides by an invisible force. Amidst the endless rain, Jiaying in white clothes rushed towards her like a flash of snow-white lightning.
"Oh my god." Ye Xiaoman wiped the rain off her face. Jiaying, who was attacked by resentment, was as ferocious as her.
No, that calm and crazy momentum was much more terrifying than her.
Ye Xiaoman didn't think twice and continued running forward.
There is no road ahead, only a lake.
No one could tell what dangers were hidden at the bottom of the lake at night. In the past, she would not take risks easily, but the situation was special. Jiaying was coming with great force, so she gritted her teeth and ran forward on the lake.
Jiaying chased her on the lake, her white clothes dancing gracefully, her feet stepping on the tip of a leaf, she jumped lightly, as graceful as a fairy, and landed behind Ye Xiaoman in the rain curtain like an arrow.
He held her in his arms and they both fell onto the lake.
Jiaying had used his spiritual power to build a barrier on the lake surface in advance to prevent the two from falling to the bottom of the water.
Ye Xiaoman saw Jiaying's appearance at this moment, "Wow~"
Anyone who has a white shirt at home knows what happens to white clothes when they are soaked in water.
It is difficult to describe in detail Jiaying's specific appearance at this time.
Those who understand will understand.
In short, in Ye Xiaoman's mind, a powerful weapon that can defeat the gauze appeared.
The raindrops on Jiaying's face flowed down his chin and dripped onto Ye Xiaoman's face.
He looked at her dreamily with his shimmering eyes, which were upturned at the corners. His chest was heaving, and his eyelashes were wet, making him look like he was crying.
He held Ye Xiaoman's face and opened his mouth slightly.
A passionate, clumsy kiss.
Makes you forget everything.
…
After the kiss, Jiaying said coldly: "If he can do it, I can do it too. I am no worse than him."
He pressed Ye Xiaoman against his chest and said, "Come and eat my heart."
He invited: "Spiritual practice, okay?"
Ye Xiaoman has some control but not much. Even though Yue Mushan couldn't find her and thought she had met with an accident, he kept sending her voice messages, but she could no longer hear them.
Jiaying has given it to this extent, what else can she do?
She could only act like an honest person with a very high sense of morality who was forced to cheat. Her expression was full of a difficult struggle between reason and emotion, seven parts difficulty and three parts shame, and she accepted it with tears.
…
Until dawn in the east.
During this process, Ye Xiaoman said some words that cannot be expanded and did some actions that cannot be expanded, and Jiaying responded with some charming performances that cannot be expanded.
After this unfinished business, the two of them lay face to face on the lake.
There was mist on the water, algae and water plants were growing underwater, the shadows of the trees were reflected on the lake surface, and the atmosphere was quiet, like a fairyland on earth.
Ye Xiaoman didn't want to spoil the mood, but she had to say, "We should go back."
Yue Mushan had been looking for her all night, so they couldn't bully her too much.
Jiaying leaned over and put his face against hers, "Wait a moment."
Pushing the person away immediately seemed like a sign of hostility, so Ye Xiaoman didn't know what to say and could only wait patiently.
The two of them stayed quietly for a while.
Jiaying played with Ye Xiaoman's fingers and suddenly asked, "If I turned into a monster, would you still like me?"
In order to maintain her image and to easily dump Jiaying when faced with the Shura Field in the future, Ye Xiaoman continued to play the role of a reluctant and honest person, "There is no like or dislike. After dawn, we will pretend to be strangers..."
When she said this, she felt that something was wrong with Jiaying. She sat up suddenly and looked down.
A silver snake's tail was faintly visible among the green water waves.
The color and appearance were more brilliant and beautiful than any snake tail Ye Xiaoman had seen in the Snake Village or in her past life. It was more like a noble dragon's tail than a snake's tail.
Ye Xiaoman rubbed her eyes unconfidently and took another look.
Jiaying floated on the water, his long hair spreading out like green smoke, shrouded in the misty white fog, his snake tail obediently spread out in Ye Xiaoman's hands. His sacred aloofness made him look like a mythical creature.
Ye Xiaoman was so shocked that she stuttered, "Jiaying, you turned into a snake?"
Only then did she remember that the Ghost Prison was a hell specifically for outsiders. The higher Jiaying's level of Taoism, the more severe the backlash would be if he broke the rules.
“This, this, this…”
This is the price of being romantic?!
Jiaying propped up his face with his hands, and looked at Ye Xiaoman in a lazy posture like a concubine lying on her side: "So, will you abandon me?"
There is no moral kidnapping, but it is everywhere.
Ye Xiaoman felt like she was being set up.
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