After eating and drinking, Ye Xiyue talked about taking part in the month-end assessment the next day. Suddenly something occurred to her, she looked at Jingchuan sitting beside her and asked:
"Jingchuan, are you really unable to practice?"
Jingchuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in confusion.
"I... don't know. Maybe it's impossible. I don't have any spiritual roots in my Dantian."
Ye Xiyue frowned slightly.
She had already checked Jingchuan's body before, and indeed she could not feel the existence of spiritual roots and spiritual power. He was just like an ordinary person.
but--
"I feel that your physical fitness seems to be very good, and it doesn't look like you have never practiced. Do you still remember Chu Ninghao? He is the fifth level of entry. But that day in Tianxiang Tower, you suppressed him easily.
"
Ye Xiyue put down the teacup in her hand and thought seriously.
Thinking of the scene that day, she still felt that her memory was still fresh.
She didn't feel anything at the time, but when she thought about it later, she realized belatedly that Jingchuan didn't seem to be powerless.
"I?"
Jingchuan blinked.
"Maybe he's too weak?"
Ye Xiyue shook her head.
Although Chu Ninghao is not a very good person, he still has some talents.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so favored in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Suddenly, a white light flashed quickly in her mind:
"Could it be that you used to practice before, but some accidents happened and you became what you are now?"
Jingchuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
"I can't remember."
All the memories before meeting her have been completely erased.
He had no memory of the past at all.
Ye Xiyue sighed in her heart, quickly adjusted her mentality, and raised her lips with a smile:
"It doesn't matter. If you can't remember it, there's no need to think about it. I can still afford you!"
Jingchuan blinked, something seemed to be surging in his clear and clean eyes.
"As long as Xi'er doesn't dislike you, I will naturally stay by your side."
His look was so gentle and sincere, and his voice was low and sweet, just like the cool breeze on this midsummer night, gently blowing over someone's heart.
The air seemed to suddenly become ambiguous and hot, and all the surrounding noises disappeared at this moment.
When Ye Xiyue was looked at so seriously by him, she suddenly felt her cheeks heat up and her heart beat several times rapidly.
She averted her eyes in a panic, held the teacup in her hands again, and pretended to lower her head to drink water, almost half of her face hidden in the teacup.
Jingchuan looked at her red earlobes, and somehow his mood suddenly became very good.
He moved closer.
"Xi'er."
Ye Xiyue's muffled voice came: "Hmm...huh?"
Jingchuan stretched out his hand and hooked her finger.
Ye Xiyue instantly felt as if fire was burning from the place where their fingers touched.
Immediately, he took away the tea cup and said with a low smile:
"You just finished drinking the tea here, I'll help you get some more."
Ye Xiyue's fair face suddenly became covered with red clouds.
She got up hastily.
"There is a game tomorrow, I'm going to rest first, and you should go to bed early."
However, before she could walk out, Jingchuan grabbed her wrist.
"This is your room. If you want to leave, naturally I will leave."
Ye Xiyue: "...Oh."
Jingchuan then let go of his hand, said good night again, and then left.
When I left, I didn't forget to close the door.
Ye Xiyue was finally the only one left in the room.
She closed her eyes and patted her forehead gently with one hand, feeling annoyed:
“It’s so beautiful that beauty can mislead people!”
