Even if she was really afraid, she was unwilling to retreat, nor could she back down.

Bai Muqi half-squinted his eyes and looked at Song Wangchen's reaction. Seeing that he was cold and frowned, but he did not stop him, he knew that Song Wangchen had agreed.

Nothing he said was useless. Since it was their choice, it was up to their fortunes to see whether they were lucky or bad.

He stood up on the edge of the table, held his somewhat drowsy forehead, and stumbled to Ji Nuan, opened the wooden box again, and said in a low voice: "Put your hand in, and the spiritual Gu will drill into your body from your fingertips. Come find me again at noon tomorrow!"

Looking at the constantly wriggling insect, fear lingered in my heart again. Ji Nuan couldn't help but take two steps back, crashed into Song Wangchen's arms, and buried his entire head in front of his chest, then trembled and moved towards the wooden box.

Song Wangchen hugged her tightly. At the last moment when she reached into the wooden box, she suddenly grabbed her and murmured: "We won't get rid of the demon blood, okay?"

Ji Nuan shook her head, stubbornly pulled her hand away, and snatched the wooden box cruelly. She bit her pink lips tightly, and then put her hand in with one go.

The Gu worm immediately swarmed in and wandered on the tips of the jade-like fingertips. The Gu worm in the lead shook its blood-red head. After biting it, it squirmed and crawled into the fingers of the index finger.

Blood beads began to get stained on the fingertips, and then there was a piercing pain. Ji Nuan's face turned pale, and fine sweat beads emerged from her forehead, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing the insect penetrated into the fingers bit by bit, stimulating its body to swim to the palm, and then wandering along the palm of the wrist, rushing into the arms along the meridians, climbing to the shoulders, sliding down the collarbone, and finally staying in the atrium, there was no movement.

Bai Muqi couldn't bear it, so he grabbed the wooden box and sighed: "Ji Yatou, have you felt it? This is the pain of a spiritual Gu that has not been activated yet. Now I regret it. As long as you want to give up, I can call it out."

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, really!" Ji Nuan didn't lie. The insect just wandered around her arm, not bloodthirsty. Except for the biting of her index finger, it didn't hurt too much. She was just too scared.

Looking back at Song Wangchen, he stroked his delicate jade fingers against his frown brows, curled his lips and smiled: "Don't frown easily, you will become ugly."

The playful tone made Song Wangchen's face even colder. He grabbed her hand and looked at the drop of bright redness at his fingertips. He felt so distressed that he could not express his words, so he could only blow it gently for her to relieve her pain.

"It really doesn't hurt, don't worry." Ji Nuan pulled her hand away, took two steps forward, smiled indifferently at Bai Muqi, and then put her hand into the wooden box again.

The insect in the box lost its leader and was searching everywhere. Sniffing the bloody smell full of temptation, he surrounded him again and drilled into the slender jade fingers.

Ji Nuan was still very scared, so she bit her lips tightly, not letting her make a sound, but the beads of sweat that kept coming out and the tears hidden in her eyes fell mercilessly, defeating all her disguised strength.

Song Wangchen had already stepped forward desperately, trying to put his hands into the box and share her pain, but was stopped by Bai Muqi.

He said: "If you do this, all her efforts will be invalidated. Do not act voluntarily. You have more important things to do. If she loses her mind, you will be all her sustenance."

Eleven spiritual Gus wandered to the atrium one after another, and the pain and fear gradually decreased. Only then did Ji Nuan let go of her teeth, curl her purple lips, and smiled at Song Wangchen, "I said it, it doesn't hurt!"

A strand of willful black hair pressed against the pale cheeks, and she fell into Song Wangchen's arms weakly. Her tired eyes closed slightly, leaned against his strong chest, and smelled the unique sandalwood on him, and felt extremely at ease.

Song Wangchen hugged her tightly, put her strand of black hair behind her ears, and then wrote a kiss between her forehead. Her eyes were filled with hazy fog, but she didn't say a word.

Bai Muqi reached out and rubbed his temples, shook the melancholy in his mind, and smiled bitterly: "I'm a little drunk, come again tomorrow at noon!"

After saying that, he held the empty wooden box and turned around to the bed.

Song Wangchen carried Ji Nuan out of the door, walked under the clear sky and bright moon, facing the stars, and returned to Xiangyouyuan.

The colorful purple crape myrtle flowers are all in full bloom, exuding a rich fragrance, adding a touch of color to this long dark night.

Ji Nuan opened her eyes, stroked his cheek with her jade hand, and said with a smile: "I have been sleeping for the past two days, and I can't sleep tonight. I just want to enjoy the flowers and the moon with you, okay?"

Song Wangchen nodded and nodded, replied with a faint smile, walked slowly to the stone table, carefully put her down, then took her hand and stroked the bright red jade fingers, her eyes full of heartache.

After all the spiritual Gu entered the body, the wounds on the fingertips would heal themselves. At this time, Ji Nuan had already lost the pain, but she left all the pain to Song Wangchen.

Ji Nuanhui held his hand and leaned on his shoulder. His fingers were filled with stars, and his smile spread out on his face, and he sincerely exclaimed, "So beautiful!"

"So beautiful!" Song Wangchen nodded, but his eyes were always staring at her smiling cheeks, and he chuckled with his lips.

The bright eyes are smiling and the bright moon is reflected, and the vast stars are bleak.

Love is attached to the spring seasons in my heart, and forget the worries of the world.

The fragrance of the garden is bleak, but the color is overflowing and warming the heart.

Who says life is as sad as a dream? It is even more sad as sweet.

Suffering is happiness, seeking happiness in suffering!

The two looked at each other and smiled, looking at the starry sky again, pillowing on the moonlight

, intoxicated in this rare tranquility.

...

The next day, Ji Nuan opened her eyes suddenly and saw herself lying on the bed again. She clearly remembered that she was watching the moon in Xiangyou Garden last night, so why did she fall asleep?

Holding his heavy body, he stood up, searching for Song Wangchen's figure everywhere, searching for it without finding it, and he couldn't help but wonder whether everything that happened last night was a dream or a reality.

While sitting at the table with frustration, he held his chin and thought, he saw Song Wangchen holding the food box and strode towards him.

Ji Nuan got up and took the food box from his hand, opened it quickly, put all kinds of pastries inside on the table, pointed at the pastries and said with a smile: "Osmanthus cake, Ruyi cake, Rose Crispy, Qiqiao Dim sum, you are going to be fathom!"

Even though he said this, his little hand was very honest and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, but Song Wangchen grabbed it and put it in his hand again.

"What are you doing? Isn't it for me to eat?" Ji Nuan muttered unhappily, and his fingers unconsciously approached the pastry again, but Song Wangchen pulled them directly towards the basin rack.

Almost forgot that this guy had a clean obsession. Ji Nuan scratched her head and smiled foolishly, then rolled up her sleeves, stretched her into the clear water casually, and was stopped by Song Wangchen again.

Song Wangchen wet the brocade handkerchief to cleanse her hands, and gently wiped her cheeks, with gentle and careful movements, as if she was a porcelain doll that broke at the touch.

After washing up, Ji Nuan ran to the wooden table, stuffed it into her mouth with a piece of Ruyi cake, nodded and praised, and said vaguely: "For your skills, we can make a fortune by buying pastries in the future."

"I only make it for you to eat!" Song Wangchen replied with a smile, his eyes full of pampering.

Ji Nuanxin nodded with satisfaction, stuffed the Ruyi cake that she had bitten into Song Wangchen's mouth, and asked with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

Song Wangchen nodded and replied, "It's delicious!"

Then he picked up a piece of Qiqiao dessert and handed it to Ji Nuan's lips. When she opened her mouth to bite, she suddenly pulled it away and put it into her mouth, showing a smirk.

Ji Nuan snorted coldly with her arms as if she was angry, pouting her mouth, turning around and ignoring him. Even though Song Wangchen handed over the rose pastry again, she still snorted coldly and refused to eat it, but her eyes remained on the rose pastry.

After Song Wangchen's earnest advice, she forced herself to open her mouth. She didn't expect to be pulled back by him. She hurriedly grabbed the rose cream from him and smiled proudly.

Amidst a joyful laugh, the two finally swept the pastry out. Ji Nuan said again that she wanted to listen to Song Wangchen playing the piano, but unfortunately the guqin had been ruined by her own hands, and she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Song Wangchen did not answer, but turned around and walked in with a Yaoqin in a while.
Chapter completed!