Feng Wuli felt the skin touching each other, the black hair falling like a waterfall on his neck was a little itchy, and there was a small hand squeezing and playing with his muscles.

Wang Xilou grinned and saw that his young disciple's ears were a little red, but he didn't tell him to tell the truth and just watched him playing with his mobile phone.

She feels a little sleepy when she looks at her, and her eyelids are twitching, but she really likes this atmosphere. There seems to be a popular saying now called love brain, which seems to refer to people like herself, but she does

Only when you feel the person you love can you feel alive.

The wind was howling outside, the quilt was extremely warm, and there were just the two of them in the room. Their noses were filled with each other's scent. Taking a breath made her feel at ease. She was so happy now, so happy that it felt unreal. The self-protection mechanism in her brain reminded her of

Those lonely days of endless waiting, trying to balance, but it can only make Wang Xilou think more and more, this person is so good, how come she is allowed to meet such a good person, woo woo, let her do it now

I wish I could die.

Why are you still looking at that crappy phone? Is it as good as hers?

"Don't touch it with your hands." Feng Wuli whispered dissatisfied.

"You are facing Master."

"You don't want to listen, do you?"

"Feng Wuli!?"

"Please pay attention to Master, Master is very shameless."

The wind was unreasonable and silent.

Her hands continued to act like a devil, pinching his abdominal muscles and he didn't care, but she turned them downwards.

Feng Wuli: "??"

She turned to look at her. What happened under the quilt had nothing to do with her. She leaned her chin on his arm and watched him play with his mobile phone. She also said that he would play the card drawing game. I saw that he had played it several times. There was a drawing of something called a shikigami.

It's quite pretty.

The little hand under the quilt stopped at the top of his trousers and stopped moving downwards. Feng Wuli stopped talking and said nothing.

"You're talking about Onmyoji, it was released last year. Liu Xiaoxiao asked me to play. I drew two SSRs on the fifth start. She played for a month and then removed them without producing anything. I think it's pretty good.

Become a collectible card player.”

"SSR?"

"A very rare card, this is a card game."

"Onmyoji, I think I've heard of it, from Japan, right?"

"Have you encountered it?"

"No, I heard someone say before that that person seems to look down on practitioners of that genre."

Those two fingers were twisting the rubber band of his trousers, lifting and putting them down from time to time. Those bare hands so close to his vitals made him feel insecure. After the little zombie picked up the rubber band of his trouser for the last time, he found that he couldn't put it down when he put it down.

.

Wang Xilou's face turned red and he didn't dare to play anymore.

After a while, she seemed to get used to this embarrassment, and she came back again without giving up, talking to herself in a loud voice:

"Master, let's check it out for you."

There was almost a fight under the quilt.

There is a cold autumn wind outside, but the quilt inside the house is full of spring, and it is warm and scorching under the quilt.

It took a long time before Feng Wuli could hold back the words: "This is not good."

"Hey, it's not like Master has never seen you before. He even gave you a bath when you were five years old."

"You broke in without permission and insisted on washing it for me."

"...Hey, go to sleep." She turned away, her face already red.

After a while, the person behind her also turned towards her, stretched out an arm under her neck, and hugged her with the other arm. The little zombie pursed her lips, and the ten toes underneath curled up and

diastole.

It was here ten years ago that she picked up a little guy that reached her butt. Ten years later, it was also here that the little guy who held her hand and raised her head to ask her about various things could hold her like a child.

.

She shrank back to a comfortable position, pretending to be calm and said: "The wind is quite strong outside, and it keeps making a whine."

"What can zombies do?"

"...Look, who are you looking down on?"

"This kind of subject matter is all about curiosity."

"Um?"

"No, go to sleep, this topic is over."

"..." That's it for tonight? The little zombie was a little unwilling.

After about a minute, the person behind him said gently:

"It has only been more than a month since I retrieved those memories. I know that you are anxious because of uneasiness, worry, fear of loss, and too many other emotions. Although they are all out of love for me, I think there should be

A purer reason, when you no longer have to worry about anything, when you know that I will always be there."

"..."

She lowered her head and her hair was scattered around her face to prevent him from seeing her expression at this time - biting her lip tightly.

After a while, she said:

"Young hero, put your sword away."

"..."

This time it was Feng Wuli's turn to be speechless. Seeing what happened, the words he just said lost their persuasiveness instantly.

The little zombie turned over and the two faced each other. That face was absolutely stunning in the dark night.

I saw someone coming up to him in the darkness, biting him hard on the lip, and then lightly hammering his chest.

There is always an illusion in the little zombie's heart, as if they are hugging each other so closely, they will never be separated.

She didn't care about anything but the person in front of her.

He blinked and chuckled: "Good night."

"Good night, Master."

"...Don't call me master now."

"Good night, Xilou."

"Calling names is even weirder."

"Good night, Master."

"Can't you just say good night?"

"no."

"..."

Something blocked Feng Wuli's mouth. Slowly, she began to behave like a monster and became restless. How could a boy suffer from such a thing?

Until he gradually felt that the other party was anxious, Feng Wuli knew not to go too far and slowly pulled back his strength, otherwise the little zombie would be very embarrassed.

She asked fiercely: "Can I say it?"

"Good night."

The victory of the little zombies.
Chapter completed!