First Summoner

Chapter 943 She Kissed Him

The silver-haired man's breathing stagnated. After slightly covering his important parts with his clothes, he looked up at Shen Yan and said coldly, "Turn your back."

When Shen Yan heard these commanding words, she did not get angry, but slowly turned around, leaving him some alone space.

Seeing this, the silver-haired man quickly put on his clothes, but the design of the clothes was a bit complicated. After he tied the belt, he found that he was wearing it a bit out of place.

He loosened his belt and tried to put it on again.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't dress neatly.

Just as his brows were furrowing more and more, a figure suddenly came into his sight, along with a faint fragrance.

It makes people feel inexplicably safe.

She walked up to him and reached out to help him tie the complicated straps.

Her fingers were long and flexible, moving between the straps, and every movement seemed so graceful and natural.

During the whole process, she still didn't say a word, but just silently focused on the things in her hands.

The silver-haired man lowered his eyes and looked at her, an indescribable ripple in his heart.

He looked at her serious expression, watched her slender fingers dancing between the straps, and something in his heart seemed to be touched.

When she took the black and gold fox-embroidered belt from him, his hand trembled slightly.

She held the belt and put her arms around his lean waist.

The distance between them instantly shortened, so close that he could even feel her breath gently brushing his neck.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

Soon, she helped him tie the belt.

Shen Yan raised her eyes and met the silver-haired man's slightly confused and inquiring gaze.

But the next moment, the silver-haired man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he took a step back somewhat unnaturally, putting some distance between himself and Shen Yan.

Shen Yan asked: "Do you still remember who you are?"

Hearing this, the silver-haired man was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

"do not you remember?"

Hearing Shen Yan's voice, the silver-haired man raised his eyes and stared at the young woman in front of him, his gaze falling on her face.

"who are you?"

His tone was cold, defensive and distant.

"Shen Yan. Your future Taoist partner." Shen Yan's voice remained calm.

When the silver-haired man heard this, the coldness in his eyes reappeared.

He said sarcastically, "Do you think I will believe it?"

Although he had lost a lot of memories, he had a vague sense of his identity. How could he become a Taoist partner with a human?

This is absolutely impossible.

Shen Yan stared at him, "Why don't you believe it? Feng Xingyao."

When he heard the three words "Feng Xingyao", the silver-haired man's eyes changed.

His name is 'Feng Xingyao'?

Does she really know herself?

Shen Yan was not a person who made trouble for no reason or was depressed. She said rationally: "You are just the incarnation of three soul fragments now. I can understand that you have lost some memories."

Three soul fragments?

The silver-haired man frowned slightly. What did this mean?

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.

Shen Yan saw that he was in a bad state and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Then, his body became vague, as if he could not maintain his shape.

Shen Yan's face changed slightly. She wanted to reach out to feel his pulse and find out his current physical condition, but he raised his hand and brushed her away.

"Do not touch me!"

He glanced at Shen Yan with cold eyes.

"You..." He was about to say something, but before he could finish his words, he heard a 'bang' and his whole body seemed to be pushed down by a huge force and slammed onto the bed in the cabin.

His head hit the hard bed board hard, and a sharp pain came over him, making him frown slightly.

When he came to his senses and tried to struggle to get up, he found that Shen Yan had sat on his waist and abdomen without him knowing when.

Her body was pressed against his, and he could even feel her body temperature passing through her clothes.

She leaned over, stretched out a hand, and grasped his chin tightly, forcing him to look up and meet her gaze.

"I don't like your attitude."

The silver-haired man was treated so rudely by her, and he became angry. When he was about to take action——

Soft lips pressed against his.

His pupils shrank.

Shocked!

He stretched out his hands to push her away, but for some reason, he couldn't muster any strength. Instead, he crossed his hands and she pressed them hard against the headboard.

He was forced to endure her kiss.

Crazy, violent.

The silver-haired man stared at Shen Yan in shock and anger. He tried to turn his head away, but Shen Yan pinched his chin even tighter.

She bit his lips deliberately, as if she was venting her anger.

The silver-haired man's breathing became completely disordered.

After an unknown amount of time, his hands were released.

But he didn't notice it and was still forced to endure Shen Yan's kiss.

Those feelings that were sometimes stinging, sometimes gentle, and sometimes crazy made him sink gradually.

The soul seemed to resonate with her.

His eyes became a little blurry, and he unconsciously put his arms around Shen Yan's waist, tightening them continuously.

Hot, very hot.

Suddenly, Shen Yan stopped, her lips became red and swollen, and there were even a few small bite wounds.

Her breathing was rapid, her heart was beating wildly, and she lowered her eyes to look at him deeply.

He was already very good-looking, and now he was even more charming.

His silver hair was scattered on the bed, his handsome and enchanting cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, and his lips were redder and brighter. He instinctively leaned forward for a kiss.

Shen Yan's expression returned to indifference. She stretched out a finger and put it against his lips, pressing him down, and said, "Don't kiss me."

Her words instantly woke the silver-haired man up from his dream, and his face became extremely embarrassed.

Soon, he realized that his hands were still around her waist, and he quickly let go.

"Feng Xingyao, you're thinking about leaving too."

"Because you are mine now!"

"You..." The silver-haired man was very angry, staring at her with his cold eyes.

How could he fall into her trap? !

He doesn't believe that he can have such a Taoist partner?

Shen Yan turned over and got up, tidying up her messy clothes.

She turned her head and looked at the silver-haired man on the bed who looked like he had been bullied.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he seemed very embarrassed.

Shen Yan said: "Since you don't remember, then you should remember your voice, right?"

Just when the silver-haired man was confused, Shen Yan took out a communication crystal from the storage space and transmitted spiritual power into it.

Soon, a gentle voice was heard.

"Ayan, I miss you so much."

"Ayan, can you kiss me more? I really miss you."

"After some time, I will return to the underworld to look for you."

"Today someone praised the red jade hairpin I was wearing for being beautiful..."

"Ayan, today I..."

As the contents of the messages were released one after another, the silver-haired man's expression changed again and again.

There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

If what she said was true, then he was now just three pieces of the soul of Feng Xingyao?

An awkward, strange feeling rose in his heart.