Resting her head on Ning Feng's lap, Xilin reached out and grabbed the note, gently stroking it with her fingers to remove the restriction and restore it to its original state.
Looking at the somewhat glaring red lipstick mark, Shirin slowly shook her head, concealing its presence once again.
"This isn't to help you."
The answer is actually quite simple.
After slipping the note into Ning Feng's pocket, Xilin shifted her position and said:
"They didn't have any bad intentions, they just wanted to see your nervous reaction."
With a smile playing on her lips, Shirin's somewhat proud demeanor was less like arrogance and more like a child begging for a reward.
Knead, knead, knead.
Ning Feng laughed and ruffled her hair as she wished, finally stopping his fingers at the tip of her ear.
"Hey, don't touch my ears!"
"Really don't want it?"
Ning Feng stopped, looking at the elf whose ear tips were gradually turning red with a half-smile, as if he was about to stop.
"No, no... You really are a bad person!"
Ning Feng accepted the compliment with a smile and continued the massage.
uh-huh.
She let out a comfortable hum through her nose; what had started as a whim had actually made her feel sleepy.
Looking at Xilin, who seemed to be really falling asleep, Ning Feng's eyes were filled with love. He looked around, wanting to find a blanket to cover her with.
Um?
Ning Feng raised an eyebrow when he saw the silver-white letter carelessly tossed aside on the table.
This is... an invitation?
"Shirley, what does Sophie want with you?"
After regaining her composure slightly, Shirley didn't think much of it and casually replied:
"Hmm? Oh... She's trying to win me over, just standard procedure for the Silver Council."
"Then what is this invitation?"
Ning Feng naturally reached out and picked up the invitation, flipping it over. He blinked as he looked at the different content in the same font.
Not a referee?
"Oh, that's an invitation to the premiere of 'Star Chaser'."
"The Star Chaser?"
Having finally found a more comfortable position, Xilin completely gave up resisting and surrendered all her weight to Ning Feng.
"It's a special competition organized by Jaslin's family, and it's quite famous in the Legends."
"It's for entertainment purposes, but that's only true for the legendary spectators who place bets. For the participants in the competition, it's actually quite brutal."
Ning Feng learned many details about "Star Chaser" from the tired Xilin.
In short, it is a large-scale competition held every ten years, hosted by the Jaslin family and with other Silver Council families as shareholders.
Hundreds of contestants will compete in a battle royale in a special plane called "Starfall Land" to find hidden treasures and ultimately determine the final saint.
While possessing a considerable degree of entertainment value, it also incorporates gambling elements, offering a variety of specially designed gambling games.
Just as Shirin casually mentioned, this is a great form of entertainment for spectators, allowing them to not only enjoy the competition but also profit from it.
"It seems there's nothing to be concerned about."
The match was just an ordinary game, a pastime for the legends, and had little to do with Ning Feng.
"Well, it's not absolutely necessary to go, so let's just ignore it according to the plan."
While he was thinking, Ning Feng's fingers, which were massaging Xilin's ears, never stopped moving unconsciously.
As she became more and more skilled, and as she felt more and more comfortable, Shirin eventually stopped answering and kept yawning.
Changing her position, Shirin murmured with hazy eyes:
"...You've already figured it out, haven't you?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Ning Feng didn't stop moving; instead, he became even gentler and whispered:
What do you mean?
What does that refer to?
The words that were about to come out of her mouth remained unspoken, and Shirin remained silent once again.
Unlike hybrid bloodline awakeners, Shirin's atavistic bloodline can be seen as that of a pure supernatural being.
Even if he told Jiang Wan with great confidence that Ning Feng would definitely not mind this, would that really be the case?
Ning Feng is a warrior trained and educated by the Watchers, an organization that also contains some fanatical racists.
Although Ning Feng is definitely not that kind of madman, will he be affected to some extent?
Xilin wasn't sure.
Xilin didn't want to see even the slightest bit of disgust in Ning Feng's eyes.
This made her uneasy.
Why don't we just sleep here?
Let me run away one more time...
Ning Feng's knuckles brushed against his earlobe, and he suddenly spoke in a normal tone:
"If you mean the fact that you are actually an elf... we've already found out."
The most ordinary tone of voice woke Shirin from her dream!
!!
Her body stiffened instantly, and Shirin, who was still mentally preparing herself to subtly probe, was directly overwhelmed.
Ning Feng lowered his head and looked into the wide, beautiful eyes. He didn't flinch, and added with a light laugh:
"From the very beginning."
From the very first moment I met you.
"Are you surprised? I've known about this all along. I'm so sorry for keeping it from you."
"So you can rest assured, I won't dwell on those unimportant things. I... have already made up my mind."
"I love you."
He said:
"I love you not because you are human, not because you are a legend, and not because you are an elf."
“These are all you, they are part of you, there is no need to separate yourself from them.”
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