Douluo: Fairy Music Piaopiao

More than half a month had passed since Tang San arrived at Dugu Bo's place. Yunxian planned to go see him. Unexpectedly, Tang San and Dugu Bo were not there when they arrived, so he had to find a tree and sit on it, waiting for a long time. No one came, but he fell asleep while boringly waiting for someone.

Tang San returned to the Eye of Ice and Fire late at night. He keenly sensed that there was someone around him, and when he looked over, he discovered the figure that haunted him.

The cold moonlight shone on the girl's body through the jagged shadows of the trees, casting a vast expanse of white. Among the mottled spots, scattered rays of light made the girl more holy and inviolable.

The beauty under the moon was like snow, which made the young man panic.

She was his god.

Tang San lightly jumped onto the branch and didn't move for a long time.

He had seen this scene countless times. When he was a child, Yunxian was the same way. After teaching him his daily homework, he climbed up the tree and closed his eyes to take a nap. What made Tang San most incredible was that every time she I can always open my eyes accurately after I finish my homework. It was surprising at first, but then I gradually got used to it.

However, as time went by, not only did Tang San intentionally or unintentionally, he would always climb the tree a quarter of an hour before Yunxian was about to open her eyes and wait for her to open her eyes. The explanation Tang San gave was: Zhang Liang wanted to study for the sake of studying. Arrive early, so I can complete my daily tasks without procrastination.

Yun Xian didn't say anything, but a strange feeling slowly took root from then on.

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, but his eyes accidentally glanced at the bright red lips. Unconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, forcing himself to look away.

"You shouldn't be like this."

Tang San said to himself.

He bit his lip tightly. There was no change on his face, but his breathing quickened. He seemed to be holding back something. His left hand holding the tree trunk had already scratched five fingerprints on the tree trunk.

"You want this for yourself, you have to follow your heart. She said the same, didn't she?"

Tang San slowly leaned forward, so nervous that his heart was beating.

"She is asleep now and will not be discovered. Do what you want to do..."

The red color lingered in Tang San's mind, and the sunset that night appeared alternately. Yunxian stepped back. He stopped his movements, but found that he had unknowingly touched Yunxian's eyes gently. She was not wearing a white silk ribbon, and her eyelashes trembled slightly in his hand, which was a little itchy.

Tang San didn't dare to use force, he was afraid that Yunxian would feel it, that she would retreat again, even if there was only a tree trunk left behind her.

"Just gently."

The voice in his heart encouraged him.

The cool evening breeze blew Yun Xian's hair and caressed Tang San's face, tickling it.

Just a moment.

Tang San felt that he was getting closer and closer to Yunxian, their breaths intertwined, and the warm breath hit his face, making it wet.

Finally, the two lips touched together.

He blasphemed his god.

Yunxian's lips were cool and soft, this was Tang San's first feeling, so soft that he didn't want to leave the slightly cool touch.

Their lips touched each other, but they made no move after that. After an unknown amount of time, Tang San felt the eyelashes in his palm suddenly tremble violently. He panicked in his heart and took a step back without leaving.

Yun Xian slowly opened his eyes and lowered his eyes. His eyes were dark, but there was a complicated look in his eyes.

She knew that Tang San was right in front of her, she had already noticed it when Tang San just jumped on the branch. I don't know why, but she didn't speak.

"Immortal..." Tang San spoke.

Yunxian raised his eyes, took out the white silk and tied it on himself, and said, "What's wrong?"

She pretended not to know.

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay."

Tonight, he blasphemed his god.