All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 63

As soon as Feng Ning opened her eyes, she saw Qing Lang sitting on the bed, frowning, her entire face was dark.

"morning."

Feng Ning propped her head with her left hand, lay sideways on the bed, and looked at him with a smile.

Feng Ning was only wearing an underwear, because of this posture, the neckline was slightly opened, and a bright red hickey on the collarbone was barely exposed.

Qinglang's eyes darkened.

He rolled his throat and asked, "... Didn't anything happen to us last night?"

Feng Ning was startled: "You... don't even remember?"

Qing Lang closed his eyes, but only the image of them kissing on the bed appeared in his mind.

Qinglang took a deep breath, his eyes were as indifferent as a cold blade: "No matter what happened yesterday, you are to blame, don't think that our relationship will be different in the future, and don't want me to promise you anything just because of this, Don't even want me to let you out!"

Feng Ning said quietly: "It turns out that the Demon Lord wants to turn his face and deny people."

Qing Lang sneered: "What? You still think I can't be responsible for you? Dreaming!"

After that, he got out of bed, put on his clothes and prepared to leave.

But he seemed a little flustered, and when he put on the outer robe, he put it on without even looking at it.

Feng Ning sighed softly, crawled to the side of the bed, knelt on the bed and helped him take off his clothes again: "Xiao Qinglang, you're wearing it backwards."

Qinglang's ears turned red, and he pulled the clothes back from Fengning's hands: "Don't worry about it!"

Looking at the back of Qing Lang leaving in a hurry, Feng Ning smiled, couldn't bear to tease him anymore, and said, "Don't be afraid, we didn't do anything last night."

Qinglang paused, then turned to look at Fengning with hesitation.

"It's true." Feng Ning frowned, her tone seemed a bit regretful, "I wanted to seduce you, but unfortunately I didn't succeed."

Qing Lang's face turned red and then white.

Immediately afterwards, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "I haven't seen you for many years, how did you become so shameless!"

Feng Ning blinked, and her tone was very innocent: "I want to be close to the person I like, why don't I have no shame?"

"Snapped!"

A gag was pasted on Feng Ning's mouth.

Qing Lang turned around with a dark face, and left in a hurry.

It wasn't until the door of the secret room was closed again that Feng Ning stretched out his hand and removed the useless gag talisman on his mouth, and suppressed his smile.

In fact, nothing happened last night.

In the beginning, the two of them were indeed a little bit uncontrollable, and soon fell on the bed.

But Qinglang stopped kissing Fengning's collarbone.

He hugged Feng Ning's waist, buried his face in Feng Ning's neck, gasped slightly, but did not move.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ning poked his shoulder.

Qinglang's voice was deep and dull: "...Impossible."

Feng Ning: "Why not?"

Qinglang's voice was hoarse: "You can wait until you like me."

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning sighed, helpless: "I already like you."

Qing Lang looked up at him, pursed his thin lips tightly, with an aggrieved expression like a wounded little wolf: "Don't lie to me, I won't believe it."

Feng Ning originally wanted to laugh, but Qinglang's light-colored eyes were so clear, the hurt emotions were completely revealed as if through a mirror, and it hit Feng Ning's heart lightly, making him unable to laugh at all. up.

In the end, he had no choice but to hold Qing Lang in his arms, put his chin on Qing Lang's hair, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Qing Lang was hurt time and time again by him, and his body was already covered in bruises.

How could he recover so quickly and believe in his sweet words again.

It was Feng Ning who deserved it, and it was a debt he should pay.

What he can do now, what he has to do, is to stay by Qing Lang's side, and mend the heart that was riddled with holes by him, one hole at a time.

Feng Ning closed her eyes, lying on the big soft bed, slightly curled the corners of her lips.

At least he knows now - he and Qing Lang are in love with each other.

Feng Ning reached out and touched her chest, there was a very strange emotion overflowing, some soreness, some joy, and even traces of heartache.

Yesterday he still felt that this secret room was like a cage, which made him restless and anxious to smash the bed board.

But now, the mood has calmed down.

As soon as he thought that Qing Lang would come to him after he came out, a slight expectation arose in his heart.

As long as there is expectation, there will be miss.

Feng Ning stayed in the house for a long time, and she began to miss Qing Lang.

He kept walking against the wall, and when he reached the stone gate, he seemed to hear Qing Lang's voice.

Fengning thought it was because he missed Qinglang too much and had auditory hallucinations, but after listening to Shimen again and again, she realized that she was right.

Also, on the other side of the stone gate is Qinglang's bookcase, which is also very close to Qinglang's desk.

If it wasn't for the cover of the secret room walls and barriers, they would have been very close.

Feng Ning glanced at the extremely stretchable "Fairy Tendon Rope" in his hand and the secret room in front of him, and suddenly thought of a good idea.

Anyway...as long as he doesn't leave the secret room.

Feng Ning put his ear to the stone door and listened for a while using his spiritual power. After making sure that the room was empty and there were no other noises, he took action.

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Ning's Fengyu sword pierced through the stone door with a "poof", and made a hole the size of a fist.

But there was a hole in both the stone gate and the barrier, but the light outside still couldn't be seen.

Feng Ning leaned over and took a look, only to find that a thick book was blocking the entrance of the cave.

It's the book on the bookcase.

This is... all right?

As soon as Fengning's eyes lit up, she immediately stretched out her fingers cautiously and pushed the book away.

"Pa-ta." Feng Ning pushed the book to the ground, Feng Ning happily leaned over to take a look, and saw Qing Lang's expressionless face.

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning shrunk her neck silently, and explained in a low voice: "I'm not trying to escape, I just feel a little bored."

He paused, looked into Qing Lang's eyes, and begged in a low voice: "Qing Lang, I don't do anything, I just want to see you more."

After Qing Lang and Feng Ning met their eyes, they suddenly moved away in embarrassment.

He held the book in his hand that was pushed away by Feng Ning, but he didn't block the hole again.

He looked at Fengning coldly, with some warning in his eyes: "Be safe!"

"I will be very safe." Feng Ning looked serious.

however.

A quarter of an hour later, Qing Lang somewhat put down the scroll in his hand, looked gloomyly at the two bright eyes on the bookcase and in the hole on his left, gritted his teeth, and said, "Can you stop staring at me all the time? "

Feng Ning: "Then what am I looking at?"

Qinglang stood up, picked up a Qiankun bag, swept dozens of books from the bookcase, and threw them to Fengning through the hole: "Read books, don't look at me."

"...the books are not as good as yours."

Feng Ning muttered something in a low voice, but still took out a book and read it.

After a while, Xiaoxi brought tea and snacks: "Your Highness, this snack is a new product developed by the small kitchen, take a look and see if it suits your liking."

"Take it down..." Qing Lang paused for a moment, then changed his words, "Put it here."

Qing Lang turned his head and glanced at the hole on the bookcase.

The opening of the hole is only bigger than a fist, if you don't lie down on it to see it, you can only see a piece of darkness.

Qing Lang withdrew his gaze and continued to look at his scroll.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a white hand suddenly stretched out from the hole and pulled Qing Lang's sleeve.

Qing Lang asked impatiently: "What else?"

"...Qinglang, although I can eat bigu, I haven't eaten for several days." Feng Ning paused, "Can you give me a snack, it smells so good."

As he spoke, the hand he stretched out spread out.

It seemed that he was waiting for Qing Lang to pass it to him.

Qinglang sneered: "Fengning, do you have any sense of being imprisoned?"

So Feng Ning added honorifics, and said politely: "Excuse me, can you give me a snack?"

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang originally took two snacks, but after hovering in the air for a while, he only put one in Feng Ning's hand.

Fengning only said that she wanted one.

"Thank you." After Feng Ning thanked her, she was ready to take her hand out of the cave.

"boom!"

its stuck.

The hole was not that big at all, and he just got stuck in the hole with the dim sum in his hand.

At this moment, Qing Lang outside sighed lightly, and said in a low voice, "Open your hands."

Feng Ning opened her hand obediently.

Qing Lang's cold fingertips brushed across his palm, and took the snack away from his hand.

Feng Ning also took back her hand.

His palms were empty, but a little itchy.

But the next moment, Qing Lang handed the snack over from the hole.

The hole was too small, so he didn't fully extend his hand through the hole, but just handed in half of his hand and the snack in his hand.

The walls around the entrance of the cave were dark, making Qing Lang's fingers as white as jade, and the turquoise pastry on his fingertips became extraordinarily attractive.

Feng Ning's heart moved, she directly opened her mouth and swallowed the dessert.

Feng Ning's lips touched Qing Lang's fingertips, and after swallowing the snack, the tip of her warm tongue gently wiped away the debris from Qing Lang's fingertips, and the tingling texture instantly spread from Qing Lang's fingertips, as if being hit by an electric current. spread out.

It made his whole body stiff.

Qing Lang abruptly withdrew his hand and continued to deal with his own affairs.

There was no expression on his face, and his sitting posture was straight, only the fingertips that were burning like fire were gently curled up.

Feng Ningding deliberately seduced him again.

Qing Lang stared at the blank paper in front of him without moving.

He judged indifferently, flusteredly, and forced to be calm.