Nonhuman Observation Log (21)

The exchange of yang energy requires physical contact.

Yagiri's palm lightly clasped Ayaki's wrist, with only a small piece of skin touching. He bent down slightly. The girl in front of him was sitting upright on the chair, not moving, and her pupils were staring at him unblinkingly.

After only a short moment, Yagiri let go of Ayaki.

The boy caught the girl in time and put his palms around her waist, stopping Lingxi's body from continuing to slide down. She opened her eyes slightly, with a bit of confusion in her eyes, "Is this?"

Yagiri lowered his eyes to look at her. The girl's lips turned pale and her face became unhealthy.

"The sequelae of reduced yang energy," Yagiri stopped his hand and said leisurely, "It's better not to agree to others easily in the future."

Lingxi didn't think so much, "So, you're not hungry anymore, are you?"

"Yeah." Yagiri replied in the affirmative.

Lingxi felt a little tired. She packed up the notebook on the desk and had no intention of copying notes anymore. The girl's hands and feet were cold, so she could only quietly huddle under the quilt to keep warm. Fortunately, her body warmed up again after a while.

She yawned, turned off the lights after washing, and her voice was very sleepy.

"Yagiri, good night."

In the darkness, the room was silent for a while. It wasn't until Lingxi fell into sleep that the boy walked to her window. The ghost's eyesight was quite good, allowing him to see the girl's expression clearly even in the dim light. Her hair fell loosely on her face, her breathing was even, and her sleeping posture was obedient.

Yagiri sat lightly on the window sill. The moonlight was hazy and vague, like autumn frost, spreading bright and cold. The slightly transparent corners of the young man's robe also spread out and swayed. His voice was soft.

"Good night."

The matter involving the Ying family was very important, so Lingxi got two more days off. Her parents were afraid that she would be frightened, so they specially applied to the teacher in order to let Lingxi relax.

Lingxi was embarrassed to say that she was not scared, and she spent all this time reviewing her homework.

There is still half a semester before the end of the semester. It is said that after the final exam, the school will select the top students in each grade to participate in the winter camp jointly organized by A University and several well-known high schools in the city.

Every year, students stand out and receive recommendation letters from teachers at University A because of their outstanding performance in the winter camp, allowing them to enter University A early.

Ayaki's grades were consistently among the top three in her grade, so she naturally had ambitions. Since she wasn't sure how many places there would be, ranking first in her grade was the safest bet.

When she returned to school, Xia Yun was in tears. The specific inside story that the Ying family needed to use her as a sacrifice to suppress Yagiri was kept secret, but as a person who stayed at the suburban villa that night, Xia Yun barely knew some peripheral information. .

Xia Yun broke out in a cold sweat when she learned that Ying Nan specially invited Ling Xi there to harm her. Fortunately, Ling Xi was safe. Fortunately, it was unbelievable after that.

"We are all classmates," Xia Yun muttered in a low voice, "How could Ying Nan be so cruel as to attack a classmate who has been with him day and night for more than a year?"

Ayaki was noncommittal.

The friendship between classmates is very precious, but it is still nothing compared to your own life.

"Xixi, you've lost weight." Xia Yun found snacks from his schoolbag, opened them and fed them to her during the break. "Fortunately, God bless you and nothing happened to you."

Ayaki bit one end of the biscuit, her eyes drifted to the side, and met Yagiri who was looking at her leisurely.

She coughed.

"My luck is indeed pretty good."

The girl smiled.

"Maybe someone is really protecting me."