Ye Heng was confused by the question. Was Qinghuan questioning his sincerity?
"Of course I want to be with you."
Liu Qinghuan, taking advantage of the moonlight to relax a little, stretched out his index finger to poke Ye Heng's chest, and teased him: "What do you know? I'm a fairy. Aren't you afraid that you will become a short-lived ghost if you are with me?"
Ye Heng remembered that he had indeed heard that fairies would combine with humans and absorb their essence to practice.
What's the big deal about absorbing some essence? He has heard Shen Mo talk about many books in private. Even those weak scholars dared to fall in love with demons and monsters. As a military general, why shouldn't he dare?
"Don't be afraid, I'm in good health." Ye Heng thought for a moment and answered seriously and righteously.
But my heart suddenly felt bitter.
Ye Heng thought about his life, which lasted for several decades. The cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death was just a moment for Qinghuan.
Ye Heng has never been afraid of death, but now he feels that life is too short and he cannot stay with the person in front of him for a long time.
"I see...you are in good health." Liu Qinghuan always felt that the person in front of him was driving.
"Qinghuan, hold me."
"Um?"
Ye Heng's sudden move caused Liu Qinghuan's waist to slip.
"What’s wrong with you?"
A strange look flashed across Ye Heng's face. Although it was dark, Liu Qinghuan still felt that it was a look of loss.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you..." Like inhaling gas or something like that.
Liu Qinghuan reached out, put her arms around Ye Heng's waist, and stroked his back, comforting him.
Didn't she scare people?
How could she forget that this person firmly believed that she was a demon? It would have been better if she didn't say it, but if she said it, Ye Heng would definitely think that she would attack him.
Ye Heng took advantage of the situation and held the person in his arms, resting his chin on the top of Liu Qinghuan's head.
"Qing Huan..."
"Um?"
"Qing Huan..."
"Um."
"Qing Huan..."
"Qing Huan..."
Ye Heng kept murmuring, and Liu Qinghuan could hardly recognize his own name.
"Ye Zijun."
Ye Heng stopped when he heard someone calling him.
"Don't call me by my last name," Ye Heng offered his own suggestion, tightening his arms. Liu Qinghuan pressed her face against his chest. "Shouldn't we be more intimate?"
"Zijun."
"Huanhuan is so good."
Ye Heng touched the top of Liu Qinghuan's head, his eyes full of affection.
After hearing this, Liu Qinghuan's expression changed slightly.
Huanhuan? Huan, you big head.
Isn’t Huanhuan the red torch head at the Beijing Olympics?
"Don't call me Huanhuan! Just call me Qinghuan!" Liu Qinghuan raised her head in resistance, and twisted Ye Heng's waist.
I can't twist it, brother, these are real muscles.
Liu Qinghuan commented silently in his heart.
"Hmm..." Ye Heng just wanted to call her something more intimate than Qing Huan. "Then what's your name? Do you have a nickname?"
"I don't have a nickname. My parents... just Dad and Mom, they call me Qing Huan."
Ye Heng said helplessly, "Then I'll listen to you."
Then he seemed to be very regretful and said: "If you and I get married, you can call me Madam."
Liu Qinghuan:?
"Isn't my name nice?"
“It sounds nice.”
"Then just keep yelling," Liu Qinghuan refused to cooperate. "Let me go. I'm going back to sleep."
When Ye Heng heard that the person was about to run away, how could he let go? "Hold me for a while longer, dear."
The last word entered Liu Qinghuan's ears, and it was like a tickle that went all the way to his heart and even the palms of his hands.
"Then... then hold me for a little while longer, just a little while."
Liu Qinghuan buried her head in Ye Heng's arms.
A useless spirit.
"good."
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