The atmosphere was somewhat depressed.
The time here seemed to stop.
Yan Yin looked at the jade bottle for a long time. Then he asked in a dry voice, "Do you believe in me?"
"Why should I believe in you?" Ming Shu asked back. "You inexplicably approached me, you knew who killed the Xuan family, and you sent news secretly to Baihu Sect, let them hunt me down and try to kill me."
Yan Yin said softly, "It was not me."
Ming Shu kept silent.
Yan Yin stood up, with his deep blue robe undone, and he walked in front of Ming Shu. "Some things I can't explain to you, but I never sent news secretly to others."
Ming Shu smiled. "This jade bottle comes with a fragrance, which can be traced by a kind of spirit worm. You are the only one who has this in the entire Yin Sect, so if it was not you, do you think it was me?"
"I admit it. I am indeed the only one who has this jade bottle." Yan Yin took a deep breath. "But I have never given it to anyone."
Ming Shu stared at him and didn't speak.
"Junior Sister." Yan Yin bent over and knelt on one knee, then his cold fingers covered Ming Shu's hand while looking up at her. "I like you and I wish for you live a happy life. I will never harm you."
He led Ming Shu's hand to his mask, and then gently removed it with her hand.
His clear eyes and eyebrows were gradually revealed.
It was an extremely good-looking face. The heaven and the earth seemed to be eclipsed at that moment.
Yan Yin looked at her nervously. "I just want to show my face to you alone."
He got up and approached Ming Shu. His voice was very low. "I didn't do it."
Then his pale lips fell on the pink lips of Ming Shu.
Her lips were soft and warm.
Like marshmallows.
And with a touch of a fruity scent.
She didn't move away...
Yan Yin was shocked by this, and he stared at the girl who was close at hand. His shocked face was now reflected in her clear eyes, which also seemed to be accompanied by some intoxicating ripples, and he felt like he was going to sink into their depths.
Putong...
Putongputongputong...
His heartbeat was inexplicably accelerated.
Yan Yin put aside everything else and closed his eyes. He tried to hold her waist and slightly press his body toward Ming Shu's, gently kissing her harder.
It was all because of her smell, which was familiar, strangely...
He didn't dare too much, fearing that Ming Shu might beat him. After a short while, he released her.
The air flowed again, and the warmth on his lips disappeared instantly. Yan Yin felt somewhat lost. He stared at Ming Shu's even redder lips and wanted to try again.
Ming Shu's gaze hadn't changed, as if the person who'd just been kissed was not her.
What's this reaction?
"Junior Sister..."
Ming Shu calmly put the mask back on his face, then pushed him aside and stood up. "If you can't give me an answer in one day, then please don't appear in front of me again, and we will be even."
