Marrying The Villain

Ning Yin sipped the pill lightly between her lips, as if holding a fruit waiting to be picked.

Eyelashes slowly raised, looking at her, its intention is self-evident.

Getting the medicine went smoothly yesterday, when she was so bitter that she frowned and coughed, Ning Yin still had the patience to pat her on the back...

What's the matter today?

Yu Lingxi blinked, and reached for the pills he was holding between his lips, but Ning Yin raised her hand and grabbed her wrist.

She used the other hand, before she could touch it, she saw Ning Yin smacked her lips and bit the pill between her teeth.

This medicine, the more you take it, the more it goes in.

The wrist was firmly grasped, and at such a close distance, Yu Lingxi could clearly see the small self reflected in Ning Yin's eyes.

Worried that Ning Yin would really swallow the pill, she simply pursed her lips and bit his lip lightly.

Ning Yin kept her posture unchanged. For a moment, she lowered her eyelashes, enjoying the soft fragrance that passed by her.

The four lips meet and press tightly.

With a roll of the tip of his tongue, he "snatched" the pill to his lips.

Just as she was about to evacuate, Ning Yin opened her eyes in dissatisfaction, raised her palm and clasped the back of her head.

Yu Lingxi was holding the pill in her mouth and wanted to withdraw, but the intense bitterness spread in her mouth, which made her feel nauseous.

"Bitter?" Ning Yin stroked her frowning brow with her thumb.

Yu Lingxi nodded honestly, it wasn't suffering, it was great suffering.

I don't know what the medicine is made of, and holding it in her mouth is like torture. Yesterday, she drank a whole bowl of honey water before successfully taking it.

Ning Yin's complexion didn't distinguish between happiness and anger, and he only exerted a little force with his palms, causing her head to lean forward, and bent her head to help her swallow the pills, until her lips and tongue were so painful that she couldn't tell whether it was bitter or sweet.

The window is the best painting axis, framing the overlapping figures of the two.

When the lips were parted, the hot and bright light leaked in from the gap between the nose tips, illuminating the fine dust floating in the air.

Ning Yin was calm and relaxed, but Yu Lingxi was out of breath, holding her hands on the table and couldn't help breathing.

She has always felt that as long as Ning Yin is willing to put his heart into it, he can learn everything quickly, including the skills of fighting with his mouth.

It's just that he's used to going his own way, and doesn't bother to work hard in this area.

The Chinese medicine was not sober the night before, and she didn't learn it carefully. Now, Yu Lingxi has opened her eyes.

She was lying on the table, and the small white jade porcelain bottle was in front of her eyes, containing the antidote for her last day.

Yu Lingxi's eyes moved, and taking advantage of Ning Yin's inattention, she swept the white jade porcelain bottle on the table into her sleeve, and then turned around to twist it away.

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows.

Yu Lingxi pinched the medicine bottle, her apricot eyes were full of moist luster, and said unsteadily, "Tomorrow's medicine, I'll take it myself, so I won't bother Wei Qi."

She would not be able to bear it if the medicine was given like this every time.

Ning Yin was not in a hurry, raised her finger to touch the water stain on her lips, and said with a half-smile: "Miss is full of small calculations, and didn't check to see if there is any medicine in the bottle?"

The smile on Yu Lingxi's lips paused, and she shook the bottle.

There was no sound at all, it was empty.

She looked at Ning Yin, only to see him raise his hand on his knee, and twist out a pill between his fingers like a magic trick.

Ning Yin was quite innocent, and blinked very slowly: "Miss crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, I have to guard against it."

"you…"

Yu Lingxi swallowed the word "despicable" abruptly, and had no choice but to put the empty bottle back where it was, and lay down on the desk as if discouraged.

Ning Yin laughed, and slowly put the last pill into the bottle, and put it in her arms.

The light from the window shone on his handsome and flawless profile, faintly, not reflecting much warmth.

His eyes are like a deep well of silence, he can't guess his emotions, he doesn't know what bad idea he is thinking.

Yu Lingxi sat down with her skirt pulled back, watching his expression for a long time.

Ning Yin propped her temples, turned her eyes, and said lightly: "Miss has already got what she wants, why are you still here?"

Yu Lingxi opened her eyes slightly, this is Yu Mansion, the whole mansion is her home, how can it be called "Lai"?

"That makes no sense."

Yu Lingxi said, "Could it be that I can only come to you when it's profitable?"

Ning Yin asked indifferently: "Otherwise?"

Yu Lingxi snorted and decided to ignore him.

The room was quiet for a while, Yu Lingxi swallowed the remaining bitterness in her mouth, and couldn't help thinking of him sitting alone by the window just now.

The clouds floating outside the window are calm, and the paper kite in the sky has disappeared without a trace, whether it is because the thread is broken or the wind has stopped.

Yu Lingxi rolled her eyes, blurted out somehow, and asked, "Wei Qi, are you going to release the paper kite?"

…

Ning Yin did not let the kite go seriously.

I remember when I was very young, about seven or eight years old, a torn paper kite flew in from outside the palace wall, hanging like a rag on the crooked jujube tree in the courtyard.

As if he had found a treasure, wearing cumbersome clothes, he climbed up the jujube tree with great effort and picked off the paper kite.

He locked himself in that dark and cramped "bedroom" and repaired it with paste all night.

On the second day, I remember that it was a sunny and windy day. He quietly came to the courtyard with the ridiculous paper kite in his arms, and ran wantonly while pulling the fishing line.

He ran so fast, the wind blew on his face, shaking his robe and hair, and the paper kite swayed and flew up. Before he could fly over the palace wall, he was savagely dragged down and trampled into a bony mud.

That woman didn't allow him to go out of the palace, didn't allow him to run faster than others, and didn't allow him to show a talent that was slightly better than others... The whip fell on his immature back one after another, but he was smiling, and the woman's surprise was burned in his dark eyes. Crazy look.

When Ning Yin recalled this, Yu Lingxi had already prepared the paper kite.

It is an exquisitely painted green luan, with a light bamboo whistle on its head, and when the wind blows, it will make a clear and spiritual sound like a phoenix.

There is a large garden by the waterside pool, enough to fly paper kites.

"It is rumored that paper kites can bring bad mood and bad luck to the sky."

Yu Lingxi handed the paper kite to Ning Yin's hands, and asked him to hold it higher, as if seeing through the shadows he had been in for a long time, and smiled softly, "Try it?"

Ning Yin's eyes moved slightly.

Obviously not interested in this kind of boring play, but he still lifted the kite up as he said. When the wind picked up, Yu Lingxi laughed and ran, the kite escaped from Ning Yin's palm, and wobbled and flew against the wind.

Fly over the wall and rise until it becomes a palm-sized shadow.

"Successful once, it can be seen that God is also helping you, and wishing you happiness and success."

Yu Lingxi blushed as she ran, revealing a bit of color.

She pulled the taut kite string, handed the spool to Ning Yin, and beckoned him, "Take it."

Ning Yin took it subconsciously, and the kite rode up the wind, pulling the wheel.

"Hold on quickly, don't let the thread break!" Yu Lingxi reminded him, stretching out her hand to pull the thread for him.

Ning Yin hesitated, and pulled the thin thread following her example.

The two stood side by side, rubbing their clothes. Yu Lingxi glanced at him, let go of his hands and asked with a smile, "Are you feeling better?"

It turned out that this was her purpose.

The bamboo whistle was crisp, Ning Yin squinted at the paper kites flying in the sky, her cold white face was warmed up, and she pulled the string of the kite and said leisurely: "If Miss can make those who are in the way disappear, I might feel better."

Yu Lingxi didn't know why, so she asked, "Who is in your way?"

Ning Yin didn't speak, and turned her eyes to the two people who were walking slowly on the corridor bridge, her eyes were dark and cold, and she smiled with her lips curled up.

"Miss doesn't allow me to kill people, so I might as well think about it myself."

He stopped flying the kite and returned the wheel to Yu Lingxi.

There was no one to control the kite line, and it was held up precariously in the wind for a while, before finally breaking with a bang.

Yu Lingxi didn't care where the expensive paper kite fell, she just held the broken thread reel, thinking: Who messed with Ning Yin today?

Not only is he extremely difficult to deal with, but he is always stinging and stinging.

…

Under the covered bridge, Yu Huanchen and Xue Cen stood side by side, looking in Yu Lingxi's direction.

The beautiful and dignified girl and the handsome "guard" are as harmonious as a painting.

Yu Huanchen and Xue Cen had their own thoughts, but the same worry was written in their eyes.

"Ah Cen, let's go."

Yu Huanchen opened his mouth first to break the silence and recall Xue Cen's fluttering thoughts.