Chapter 1106 God, I Think You Look Familiar...

Sleepy and drunk, Ning Xuemo came up together, dozed off in his arms, and said in a daze: "Master, I think you look familiar..."

Shen Jiuli: "..." He and she have already reached this point, is she just familiar? !

"Master, I often dream of you in my dreams..." She muttered again.

The corners of Shen Jiuli's lips curled into a smile.

Thinking day by day, dreaming at night, it seems that she really likes him very much, and dreams of him even in her dreams...

He looked down at her in his arms, and kissed her on the lips.

She's been having trouble with him recently, and he hasn't kissed her for a long time...

Her lips were full and soft, with a faint aroma of wine. He was distracted and couldn't help deepening the kiss a little.

"Master, you like me, right? But why didn't you propose to me..." She pouted in her dream.

Shen Jiuli: "..."

His eyes were slightly deep, and he sighed lightly: "Xue Mo, upgrade quickly!"

In fact, he couldn't wait any longer...

"Is it because of my status as the lone star of the evil spirit? You...you are also afraid of me?" Ning Xuemo usually hides her thoughts deeply and does not show them.

At this time, she was really drunk, and in this semi-confused state, she couldn't hide her words, and asked some tangled things in her mind unconsciously.

Shen Jiuli was startled, it turned out that she was thinking of going there--

He looked down at her, didn't say anything, but held her tightly in his arms.

Stupid, I, Shen Jiuli, like someone, don't say anything about the lone star of the gods, even if you are a devil, you are my deadly enemy, if I like it, I like it...

He hugged her and walked slowly towards Ning Mansion.

The quiet street, the girl in my arms, the wind and snow, as long as we stay together, it will be a paradise.

Back in Ning Mansion, the servants in the mansion were naturally busy again.

After a while, Ning Xuemo was already sleeping peacefully on her own gums.

Shen Jiuli covered her with a quilt, and was about to turn around and leave, when she occasionally lowered her head, and saw a soft light slowly protruding from her chest.

He snapped his fingers and stopped all movements.

The soft light became bigger and bigger, and a Xiao gradually slipped out from her arms, sliding forward little by little with the ups and downs of her breathing, the light was soft and not dazzling like moonlight.

Moonlight Xiao!

Didn't she put this thing in the storage bag?

Why did you run out by yourself?

Shen Jiuli's eyes fell on Xiao, watching it slide over Ning Xuemo's chest, shoulders, and finally automatically slide down to her pillow, shining a faint light in her hair.

Ning Xuemo frowned slightly, but she didn't have any other symptoms of discomfort, she just turned over lightly, and then Xiao was squeezed under the pillow by her head...

Shen Jiuli reached out to pick up the Xiao, but stopped as if thinking of something, and simply sat down beside her.

Fingers pressed lightly on her wrist veins, her breathing was smooth, her blood vessels were normal, and the flute pressed under her pillow didn't seem to have any adverse effects on her.

Is he thinking too much?

Is it just a coincidence that this flute slipped out?

Shen Jiuli sat beside her for a while, and was about to look at the flute again when Ning Xuemo, who was on the pillow, suddenly tensed up, trembling slightly, and hissed lightly in his small mouth: "God, you Lighten up...uh...it hurts..."

The voice was both painful and joyful, as if a young girl had just accepted the cloud and rain, and a faint rouge color appeared on her face.

Shen Jiuli: "..."