Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

When I came out after bathing, the lamp had been extinguished, and the room was dark, only half a handful of moonlight streaming in from the window fell on Jingnian's bed.

He still looks like a banished immortal, nothing has changed from half a year ago.It's just that I now understand that appearances can be deceiving.

I also sat on the floor as usual, ready to enter standby mode.Jing Nian called me: "Not coming yet?"

"It's fine here."

"There's no need to be cautious, it's more than enough to sleep two people here."

"I don't need to sleep."

"You're talking nonsense again. Your cultivation base is low now. How can you maintain your physique if you don't rest on time?" He said in a nasty voice, "Or do you want to become a sick child like your master? I can't stand the smell of medicine. When the time comes, you Roll as far as you want."

"I won't...forget it."

Lying down does save energy compared to sitting.

Climb up on the bed in the dark, the bamboo mat is cool, with a cool and light fragrance, like orchids in the empty valley.

I heard that the object will be stained with the smell of the owner, so I can't help sniffing myself, only the scent of herbs that is like gossamer - it has been diluted by half, I suddenly came back to my senses, what owner?At best, Jing Nian only established temporary authority with me.

He fell asleep with his back facing me at the moment, his sleeping posture was still guarded, but his brows were no longer furrowed.

He obviously fell asleep soon, so the insomnia and the inability to smell bitter must be lies.

Three or four hours later, while I was sleeping in standby mode, I faintly smelled the familiar fragrance of mutton soup.

Could it be that the bionic man dreamed of mutton soup instead of an electric sheep?

I opened my eyes, soon disappointed again.This is not a new feature dream of version [79], but real.

"How much do you like cooking mutton soup?"

"It's just a habit." He put the bowls and chopsticks neatly, squinting and said, "You don't like it? You coughed it up last time you drank it."

How narrow-minded, I still remember what happened more than half a year ago.

Jing Nian stepped out of the threshold, and added: "I'm going to do morning exercises, and there's a ban on the door, you won't be able to get out unless you drink all of it."

I had no choice but to pick up the bowl resignedly, this bowl of broth is unusual, with the special spices made by Lingzhi added, the soup is clear, but it has no smell, instead it restores the fresh aroma of the meat itself.

This time, he finally drank Jing Nian's soup smoothly, and the cat's belly bulged from drinking it, and he turned over and stretched himself. Its wounds have recovered well, so it can be deleted from the trash list in the work log.

The name is of course number 2.

The bowl bottomed out quickly, and I put on my outer robe, only to find that the blood stains on the jade plaque had been wiped clean, Jing Nian had finally done a good deed.

I tentatively stepped out of the threshold, but nothing happened.

Looking up again, it turns out that Jing Nian's so-called restriction was the dismantled paper boat last night. The two peaks were separated at night. I don't know when he went to my dormitory to pick it up. Now it is pasted on the door, ugly The villain and the silly puppy stand side by side, which is indescribably funny.

Jing Nian drew a circle on the word "Wang" with a cinnabar pen, and added a text: There are vicious dogs inside, don't enter.

What a mess, remove a little horizontal line, and change it to have villains inside.

I shook my head, put the cat in my sleeve and went to class.

Since staying overnight that day, I have come to Jing Nian to study here every night,

He still sleeps soundly every night, so he no longer adds agarwood to the wick, but every morning, he wakes up half an hour earlier than me to cook soup.

The only variable is the "dream" function, which has always been a decoration, on the eve of the assessment. It actually made me have a dream with content for the first time.

It was also this bed in the dream, I was leaning on someone's shoulder dripping with sweat, the bamboo couch was warmed by my body temperature, the fragrance was a bit more ambiguous, the curtains were stacked so that I couldn't see the face of the person behind me clearly.

He supported my shoulder with one hand, and slowly stroked the broken hair by my left ear with the other hand, kneading and twisting it gently, a soft bionic hair was cut off, and an undetectable electric current escaped from the isolated optical fiber into the Under the skin, the gears that spread to the chest cavity, the heart seemed to be scratched by a tuft of soft goose feathers, it was so itchy, I couldn't help but reach out and put my hand into the clothes, trying to stop this unbearable commotion.

But he smiled lightly, shackled my wrists, and said, "It's just a haircut, why did Senior Brother Qi react so strongly?"

In the dream, although I was dazed and the program in my brain kept reporting errors, I also recognized Jing Nian and said sullenly, "Use a comb, not your hands."

"You are disobedient, how can I have extra hands to take the comb?"

I was busy closing the error window, so I had no time to respond to his teasing, and Jing Nian didn't rush, after a long while, a warm and long breath came from my forehead.

What he did was natural and abrupt, but I woke up before the kiss landed on my skin.

At the same time, the signal receiver in the shape of a neck ring suddenly lit up, and then went out again.

I have received a message from headquarters.

It's not the expected question about my location and body status.

Very nonsensical.

[Please submit the new function of version 79: the first trial feedback of Dreaming]

I jumped out of bed excitedly and tried to contact the headquarters again, but got no response again.

Jing Nian beside him was alarmed, and asked in a half-dream and half-awake state, "What's wrong? Isn't it still early?"

Just after having such a weird dream, when he heard his voice, his hairs stood on end, and he retreated to the foot of the bed, looking at him vigilantly.

He frowned and grabbed my ankle. "say."

The warm wind blew into the narrow space above the bed, and I began to sweat just like in my dream. The neck was a little slippery, and the sweat stuck to my sensitive hair on its own.Just like the two of us, we obviously can't understand each other, but we are still entangled in a weird way.

For the first time in this strange place, I felt something like loneliness.

Jing Nian, who was woken up, was already irritable. Seeing that I was still silent, he tightened his fingers even more, gradually closing the distance between the two of them.I turned my head reflexively, the blue hair hung down, covering Jing Nian's sight, the dream and reality gradually merged into one, and finally I just said: "Don't touch my hair."

He was silent for a moment, and locked me in his arms, the lavender veins under the skin were slightly raised, as if he was making some kind of decision in his heart. "Have you had a nightmare?"

Before I could answer, he pressed a slightly sloppy kiss on my forehead with a similar breath frequency after a few strokes of his untucked hair.

It turns out that reality is a continuation of the dream.

Conversely, this is a precognitive dream.

However, the kiss it predicted didn't have any emotion, just like when the owner calms the restless pet, his hands are not free, so he can only use this trick.

When the corners of his lips left, his hair, which was already drenched with sweat, wanted to keep it. Jing Nian's beautiful brows frowned even more, and the tip of his tongue was warm, and he rolled out the abrupt optical fiber.

My ankles twitched suddenly, my five toes curled up, and I hurriedly tied my hair with a headband, almost tying it to myself.If the electric current in the dream is like a trickling stream, then at this moment, it has turned into a surging tide, swimming in the limbs and bones.

Although the program in reality did not report an error, I also know that this path will not work.

Jing Nian let go of his hand at the right time, his movements were a little stiff. "Go to sleep for a while, it's just a nightmare, can it still scare you silly?"