Chapter 1882: You still want to touch my foot

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The wind and shuang are free to wander, for whom we are persistent

A year passed

Tenderness in the cup, three-point bright moon set

Hong Chen is embarrassed, good and evil are uncertain

How can we fall into the dark

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Yao Ziyan hummed softly the lyrics he heard from Luochuan. Luochuan sang several songs. She likes this one the most. Although she doesn't understand some places, she understands the meaning of the lyrics.

"Luochuan, does the lyrics tell a story?" Yao Ziyan raised his foot and gently kicked Luochuan's arm.

"Well, a story called a bad person." Luo Chuan nodded, and kicked the demon Ziyan on his foot. It was cold and felt good to the touch, and it felt completely different from that of a calf.

Yao Ziyan's body immediately froze, not only was her delicate cheeks stained with cherry blossoms, her delicate earlobes were even a little red, and she subconsciously tried to withdraw her feet, but she couldn't get away from Luochuan's palm.

The soles of the feet could clearly feel the temperature of Luochuan's palms, which made Yao Ziyan uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Luo Chuan released her hand quickly, Yao Ziyan quickly retracted her legs, changed her posture as she nestled on the sofa, put her feet underneath, and covered her with skirts. She was on guard as if she was blowing hair. The cat, the monster Ziyan in Luochuan's eyes now is almost like this image.

Luo Chuan felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong. Yao Ziyan seemed to be a little angry. She pressed her lips and looked at him without saying a word. She really did not expect that Luo Chuan not only wanted to touch her leg, but also I want to touch her feet.

"The story of a bad person is also a story of a rivers and lakes. The difference between martial arts and fantasy is very big. The fighting power is not as outrageous as that of Tianlan Continent. The life of ordinary people is much behind Jiuyao City, and there is no convenient things like formations. A troubled world in which a group of heroes are fighting for hegemony and the people do not live, this is the general background..."

Luo Chuan felt that this time should be changed to another topic, and simply told her a story.

Yao Ziyan's favorite thing is to listen to Luochuan's stories.

Of course, what happened just now can’t be forgotten in a short time, but it’s okay to ignore it for the time being. Yao Ziyan’s angry state lasted for a few minutes before she gradually disappeared. She snuggled beside Luochuan unknowingly and listened quietly. He tells stories.

It's the same as a cat.

The story is of course the same as before. Luochuan only told the beginning, mainly because it was too long and could not be finished in a short time, so I can only save it for the next time.

"I will tell the next story later, I remember."

"Yeah, it must be next time next time."

The distance between the two of them was very close. Luochuan could smell the faint fragrance on the hair of the monster purple smoke. It smelled very comfortable, clear and faint, like empty valley orchids, with a little bit of sweetness that was not easily detectable.

Luo Chuan felt that this should be inseparable from Yao Ziyan's love to drink milk tea.

"To be honest, I don't really like the protagonist of this story." Luo Chuan felt the soft purple hair passing through his fingers, and subconsciously lowered his head and smelled it. There was a nice scent.

Hmm...wait, did you touch Yao Ziyan's foot just now?

Forget it, it's not important, anyway, Yao Ziyan has washed his feet, it doesn't matter if he doesn't wash it, as a venerable, and soon to become a god, not getting dust is the basic ability, and the whole body is fragrant.

"Why?" Yao Ziyan didn't notice Luochuan's small movements.

"Mainly it is too waste wood. Of course, it is different from the protagonist in the novel I wrote." Luo Chuan took out a bottle of Coke and took a sip. Living his own little life alone, he still can't understand other people fighting for hegemony. He has a loyal courtier and still can't support the wall with mud... By the way, remember the story I told you before called "The Myth", right?"

"Remember." Yao Ziyan nodded and began to think in his heart whether the two stories are related.

"The protagonists of these two stories, Yi Xiaochuan and Li Xingyun, are also called two great wastes." Luochuan instilled in Yao Ziyan the knowledge he had brought as a traverser.

"Why?" Yao Ziyan turned his head and looked around, not understanding why Luo Chuan said that.

The reason is also very simple. Luo Chuan told her both stories, but the same thing is that they both told the beginning. Yao Ziyan didn't even understand the specific content of the story, so naturally he couldn't understand Luo Chuan's words.

"After that, I will tell you the complete story."

"In the future..." Yao Ziyan only knows that Luo Chuan's words are mostly useless. If she reminds her from time to time, she might still have a chance.

Luo Chuan looked at the demon purple smoke who didn't know what he was thinking, leaned over and kissed her white and tender cheek. It was fragrant and soft, and it felt like eating rice cakes. It was sweet and steamed. Kind of.

"what?"

Yao Ziyan sat up, looked at Luo Chuan beside him, and wiped his face with his hand.

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"Can't you give me a kiss?"

"Fine, I want to kiss a few times."

Yao Ziyan nodded perfunctorily. Of course, it doesn’t matter if you hug or something. In her opinion, this is a normal behavior. After all, the relationship between the two is not an ordinary clerk and boss, but touching her feet like just now is very easy. Strange.

No, why did I think of this again.

Yao Ziyan shook his head secretly, trying to put aside the strange picture in his mind, his heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, his two feet were entangled in an uneasy way, and the thoughts in his heart were very messy.

The weather in the midsummer month is always changeable. I don't know when the brilliant starry sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the moon disappeared. Only the muddy dim clouds shrouded the night sky, dull, depressing, and annoyingly hot.

Soon, with the dull thunder, the rain pattered on the ground, and in an instant it was pouring rain.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Luochuan and Yao Ziyan, who stayed in the store and watched magic phones on the sofa.

Yao Ziyan glanced outside the store: "Luochuan, it's raining outside."

"It's quite big." Luo Chuan also took a look, and quickly withdrew his gaze. He has passed the age when it rains and sighs in life.

Yao Ziyan stomped on the ground with bare feet, and closed the store door. Anyway, it is closed at night. Except for friends like Qingyuan and An Weiya who occasionally come over, it is usually only her and Luo. When Chuan stays here, there is a special quiet atmosphere when closing the shop.

There is only space for the two of them, and there will be no interruption by other people.

After closing the store door, Yao Ziyan went to the sales equipment and took a cup of milk tea, and walked around with bare feet. The Origin Mall also has the function of not staining dust, so you don’t have to worry about getting dust on your feet. As for Yao Ziyan, you often hold it. Wiping the rag everywhere is purely idle.

When she walked to the sofa, Yao Ziyan hesitated. She was worried that Luochuan would be like before, so she sat a little farther away, drank the milk tea with her hands in her hands and drank quietly without speaking, and took a peek at Luochuan from time to time.