Quick Wear: A skilled hunter is numb from being kissed by his prey

"Hmm..." She was in a daze from the kiss, and her body lost the strength to resist under the teasing of the big hands.

[Strategy level 85, hehe. 】

When Yun Zhiyue let Nan Jing succeed reluctantly, she felt a little strange. Does that mean she has to rely on her body... to brush up on her strategy points in the future?

Should we say that this task is difficult or enjoyable?

Men and women indulged themselves in love, and the steaming heat made the car windows foggy.

Afterwards, Nan Jing helped her put on her clothes and bit the tip of her nose with a smile.

"The body is much more honest than the mouth. I don't believe you have someone else in your heart. Although I don't know why you refuse to get engaged to me, if this is what you want, I won't force you."

Yun Zhiyue snorted coldly and turned away: "You guessed right, this matter has nothing to do with anyone, I just simply don't want to have a formal relationship with you."

Nan Jing stroked her hair gently, seemingly not caring what the answer was.

This attitude made her rebellious nature unable to be suppressed. He didn't want to know, but she insisted on telling him.

He didn't realize that he had fallen into a trap.

Yun Zhiyue turned around and said provocatively: "I just want to keep you hanging. When you can't live without me in this life, I will consider whether to give you a name."

He couldn't even bear to look at the Samsara Stone. For a moment he doubted whether it was the right decision to ask Yun Zhiyue to do this attack mission.

[Strategy level 86...]

Unexpectedly, Nan Jing was not angry at all. Instead, his attack level increased and he looked extremely happy.

Samsara Stone: “…”

Is it too old and out of touch with the world?

Why can't I understand?

Nan Jing slowly took off the clothes that he had put on her.

Holding her, he continued what he was doing.

He whispered in her ear in an ambiguous and hoarse voice: "Then Zhiyue, try your best. I am waiting for the day when I can't live without you. I am also curious about what I will be like when that happens."

Yun Zhiyue: “…”

[Brother Shi, this isn't even level 90 yet, how come you're so abnormal? ]

At the end of the day, she could no longer look directly at any corner of the car, and sternly warned Nan Jing not to let the car appear under her nose again.

Nan Jing agreed in a very good manner, kissed her on the forehead, and held her lovingly in his arms, as if he was holding some treasure. The feeling of being cherished was indescribable.

Yun Zhiyue huddled in Nan Jing's arms in a daze, wondering, is this love?

The thing she couldn't get from that "person" turned out to be this feeling...

It’s really beautiful!

Time flies by. Yun Zhiyue has been in this world for nearly a year and has adapted well.

Samsara Stone said that 90 is a threshold for attack level, which is not easy to reach. This is true. After that, even though the two of them had been intimate several times, the attack level did not change.

Besides being upset, Yun Zhiyue also started doing other things to kill time. In addition to going to the Yun family to work from time to time to show that the Yun family has a future owner, she also took up a hobby, painting.

In this life, the puppet was born into a wealthy family and learned a lot of talents when he was a child, so he has a good foundation.

Yun Zhiyue felt satisfied when a landscape painting was bought from Yue Tong's art gallery.

Although the money from the sales was little, it encouraged her passion for painting and she would discuss it with Yue Tong.

When Yue Tong first returned to China, she was indeed suspicious, but after so long without any trouble, she relaxed her guard.

Besides, his father often invited Yue Tong to his home for dinner, and since they had a childhood friendship, it was natural for the two to become close.

The rich fragrance of mandala enveloped her body. Yue Tong leaned over her back to observe her painting and pointed out areas for improvement.

Yun Zhiyue's paintbrush froze in her hand, and she turned back to stare at Yue Tong's eyes, which were so clear that they could not reflect anything.

Yue Tong touched his face and asked, "What's wrong? Is it stained with paint?"

Yun Zhiyue shook her head: "Yue Tong... do you like to use perfume?"

Yue Tong sniffed the sleeve of his shirt in surprise: "There is no smell. I never use those things. Is it contaminated by some guest of the art gallery?"

Yun Zhiyue lowered her head and said in an inexplicable tone: "Oh, the smell on you is very special, so special...it always makes my heart ache."

Yue Tong raised an eyebrow: "What is the smell that is so unforgettable to you? Tell me?"

Yun Zhiyue suddenly put down her paintbrush and said with a smile, "I suddenly remembered a story I saw. Do you want to hear it?"

Yue Tong pulled a chair over and sat down: "I'd like to hear more details."

Yun Zhiyue didn't know why she said it, but she couldn't help it. Maybe she was bewitched by this familiar smell...

"In the faraway sky, there lived a group of fairies. Among them was a male fairy codenamed Xiaohua, who was carefully caring for a blade of grass."

"Because it's a fairy tale, the grass later developed its own consciousness. She realized that the man named Xiaohua was everything to her."

"The grass absorbed the blood and power of the flower, and grew little by little, transforming into a very beautiful fairy. The person she loved most was the flower. She was happy when he was happy, and sad when he was unhappy."

"Later... Xiaocao unknowingly fell in love with Xiaohua who gave her everything, and Xiaohua did not reject this feeling."

"But because Xiaohua's family was large and she was a neglected child, the two did not make their relationship public."

"But in Xiaocao's heart, she still has countless dreams for this relationship... At this point in the story, do you want to guess the ending?"

"Tragedy." Yue Tong answered without hesitation.

Yun Zhiyue tightened her grip on the paintbrush and asked with a smile, "Why do you say that?"

Yue Tong patted her head with amusement: "Silly girl, your relationship and status are not equal. It's true that Xiaohua is everything to Xiaocao, but Xiaocao is not everything to Xiaohua."

Yun Zhiyue's heart sank, and she suppressed her emotions and said, "Yes, it's something that everyone can understand, but Xiaocao just can't see it clearly..."

"So much so that Xiaohua later used Xiaocao as a medicine to recover from the injuries of his fiancée."

"I personally pulled out her immortal bones and sent her to the underworld. Xiao Cao Fang thought clearly when she fell from the sky. Everything was just a wishful joke."

"She was born because of him, and she lost everything because of him. They don't owe each other anything, right?"

Samsara Stone's face was shocked.

[Fucked into the underworld! I heard from the previous generation of Meng Po that when you fell into the underworld, the immortal energy on your body had not yet dissipated. You said... Could it be that you are so miserable? 】

Yun Zhiyue did not respond, but stared at the man in front of her, seemingly waiting for an answer.

Yue Tong didn't think much about it, and thought seriously: "If there is no sequel to the story, then nothing is owed to each other."

"But if I were to write this story, I would write a sequel. No matter why I killed him, after all, I raised him with my own hands. Xiaocao was born to belong to Xiaohua."

"Since it's his, he certainly has the right to deal with it. He can bring Xiaocao back to his side after his position in the family is consolidated."

Samsara Stone was stunned when he heard this. Is the small world so abnormal?

Yun Zhiyue didn't seem surprised by the answer. She suddenly burst into laughter and couldn't stop laughing until tears came out. She didn't care about losing her composure at all.

Yue Tong blinked and watched him. What he said was his true thoughts. Was it so funny? What was the funny point?