Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 418 No, I don't want it!
"Is it?"

Yan Ying looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled brightly. Her smile was delicate and gentle, like a shy orchid blooming in the dim candlelight.

Ding An gazed at the woman, slightly lost in thought, a phrase Xian Shaoyang had once said coming to mind: "A beauty seen under lamplight becomes more and more captivating the more you look at her."

Yan Ying was taken aback and said, "What did you say?"

Ding'an panicked. He hadn't expected that he would actually say those words out loud while he was thinking about them. He hurriedly slapped his thigh and stammered for a long time before blurting out nonsense like, "Sister is so young, she doesn't look like she has a child."

Yan Ying chuckled and said, "Then you're wrong. I not only have a child, but also..."

At this point, she sighed softly, lowered her head, and asked gently, "What's your name?"

Ding'an was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Ding'an, my name is Ding'an, what's yours, sister?"

"You can call me Yan Ying." Yan Ying chuckled. "According to age, you should call me Auntie."

"Aunt Yan?" Ding An shook his head repeatedly, like a rattle-drum. He was usually terrible with words, but at this moment a brilliant idea struck him. "Just call her sister, it's more intimate!"

"Hmph!" Yan Ying snorted, got up, and swayed her hips as she reached for the water bottle, muttering under her breath, "These young people nowadays, they're getting more and more unruly."

clam?
Ding An blinked, somewhat stunned. He called himself "Honest and Lovely Young Man," a title jointly certified by Shao Yang and Hong Xiu. When had he ever been dishonest?
He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Yan Ying softly call out to him: "Hey, Ding'an."

Ding An was startled and looked closely, only to see Yan Ying bringing him a cup of tea, smiling at him.

He quickly took the teacup and looked at it. The tea was pale yellow in the candlelight, and he could smell a faint fragrance. He didn't know if the fragrance came from the tea or from Yan Ying.

My heart fluttered, and I felt as if I had sprouted two little wings and was flying away.
"So this is what it feels like to be moved?" Ding An sighed inwardly. "Back then, when Monkey told me how much he liked the little beggar, how he couldn't eat or sleep and even kept a diary, I scoffed at him."

"Looking back now, this feeling was too wonderful. I could make myself feel like I was in heaven! No wonder the monkey felt so bad after returning to Mount Hua. Once you've experienced something wonderful, it's really hard to quit!"

The thought of the three of them leaving without saying goodbye, Mu Renqing searching the world but to no avail, and finally being heartbroken and locking away his love, was unbearable.

Ding'an felt a little guilty, but even more pleased.

Serves you right! You dare to covet even a little beggar like that? The fact that the cripple and I didn't break your legs is an act of brotherhood!

"Ding'an, what are you laughing at?"

Suddenly, Yan Ying's words brought him back to reality.

After calming down and taking a look, his heart skipped a beat again. He drank the tea and said with a smile, "Good tea!"

Yan Ying said, "This is tea brought from Japan."

"Hmm?" Ding'an frowned. "Japanese pirates?"

Yan Ying glanced at him and smiled, "I picked these tea leaves myself and processed them myself." She added, "I am from the Central Plains."

"That's it!" Ding'an poured two more cups, gulped them down in quick succession, wiped his mouth, and exclaimed, "The taste is indeed authentic, not bad, not bad!"

Seeing the contrast in his demeanor, Yan Ying smiled, the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes not only preventing her from looking old but also adding to her charm.

Ding An felt a little strange. When he looked up, he saw her smiling gently. The warmth of her breath made her cheeks even more beautiful.

He didn't dare look any longer and quickly turned his head away.

Yan Ying whispered, "Ding An, do you know who I am?"

Ding'an held his wine glass and shook his head.

He didn't know, nor did he want to know; he just wanted this moment to freeze in time.

Yan Ying smiled and said, "I am the wife of Jue Wushen, the overlord of Japan."

Ding An raised an eyebrow: "Why did you marry a Japanese pirate?"

Yan Ying slowly opened her eyes, looked at him with eyes as clear as autumn water, and asked, "You seem to dislike Japanese people?"

"I hate you! I'm a little beggar, I hate you even if you're a cripple."

Yan Ying chuckled and said, "You are all young, but you don't know that if you want to live, or live well, you need to attach yourself to the strong."

"Like a dodder clinging to a tall tree, beauty is the greatest sin."

Ding An chuckled foolishly, "This, isn't this just a powerful person's accessory? Hehe."

Yan Ying pushed the candle forward and looked him over more closely, saying, "The words may be crude, but the reasoning is sound. However, what I find even stranger is that after hearing what I said, why didn't you, like others, insult me, deceive me, or even stand on the moral high ground to criticize me?"

Ding'an didn't answer, but asked seriously, "How did those people treat you in the end?"

Yan Ying looked at him without speaking for a long time. The dim light made her eyes flicker.

Ding An felt a little uncomfortable under their gaze, shifted his position, and forced a calm smile, saying, "If you don't want to say, then don't. Haha, I..."

"They finished cursing me, and then they still wanted me."

Ding An was taken aback, his eyes widening: "You?"

Yan Ying stroked the teacup and smiled, "This is the true face of those heroes and chivalrous figures." As she spoke, she picked up the teapot and poured two more cups of tea, then slowly said, "Hearing this, do you look down on me?"

Ding An was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No!"

"Oh, I don't believe it."

“I’m sincere,” Ding’an said anxiously. “Those people’s attitudes toward or contempt for others are all driven by ulterior motives.”

"Oh?" Yan Ying tilted her head and looked at him for a moment, then smiled and said, "You young man, you have something in mind?"

"No, no, no!" Ding'an waved his hands hastily. "It's not that I have ideas. The cripple told me: 'Other people's opinions are mostly bullshit. They say they're doing it for your own good, but they're all doing it for themselves. They say you should consider the big picture, but you're not part of the big picture. They say you should be more tolerant, but they're actually making you suffer a great loss!' These words have all been proven true."

He paused, then nodded. "Yes, it's been proven on those great martial arts masters!"

Yan Ying said, "What you call a cripple is quite realistic." She added calmly, "But what does it have to do with me?"

Ding An blushed and stammered, "I just..."

"Just what?"

Yan Ying quietly moved her face closer, her beautiful eyes fixed on him. The more she looked, the more familiar he seemed, and the faster her heart raced.

It seemed that the piece that had been missing in her heart for more than a decade was slowly being filled in. Ding An hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I just feel sorry for my sister, and I feel that she has suffered a lot these past years."

"You... can tell?" Yan Ying asked with a half-smile.

“It’s not just about watching,” Ding’an said earnestly, “it’s about truly feeling what you’re going through!”

Yan Ying was stunned, her pupils dilated, and she was at a loss.

The men she encountered throughout her life were all domineering, self-centered, and ambitious individuals like Nie Renwang, Xiong Ba, Po Jun, and Jue Wushen.

Although her sexual fetish was thoroughly conquered by men like this, she was getting older and still longed for someone who understood her and was willing to care for her.

Now, suddenly encountering such a caring and endearing "little puppy" naturally stirs my heart.

Yes, this is also why single female celebrities like to date younger men. They are genuinely young, skilled, and truly caring.

Speaking of Ding'an, this kid is usually so quiet you can't even fart, but when he's with his older sister, he can spout a whole bunch of flirtatious nonsense.

When a man's heart is stirred by love, inspiration can strike at any moment!
To sum it up in one sentence—my inspiration flows like a torrent, who can rival me!

Yeah, it's like writing a scene involving driving.

"Heh, you little rascal."

Yan Ying smiled, her eyes full of joy.

“I…I’m a very sincere person,” Ding’an said, raising his hand. “Like the cripple, I don’t like to lie!”

Yes, there is a difference between not lying and not liking to lie.

Yan Ying waved her hand and said, "You might not believe it, but the moment I saw you, I had a very strange feeling, as if I had known you for a very, very long time."

Ding An thought for a moment and said, "This is fate!"

Yan Ying sighed, "Yes, if I hadn't had the sudden urge to travel to the desert, I wouldn't have met you."

Ding An looked at Yan Ying, who was smiling and watching him, and felt his blood boiling. He couldn't help but swallow.

"Give!"

Yan Ying chuckled and handed him a cup of tea, "To cool you down."

"Hmm, oh!" Ding'an hurriedly and dumbly accepted it.

But just as she touched the teacup, her slender hand gently brushed across the back of his hand.

Ding An looked up and saw Yan Ying with clear, innocent eyes.

"Ah~!"

Ding An felt a shiver run through her, as if she had been brushed by a feather, and almost cried out.

"Yes, she really knows!" Ding'an roared inwardly, "Big sister is so amazing!"

Just as their ambiguous relationship was blossoming, Ding'an had already thought of a name for their child in an instant.

Suddenly, Yan Ying frowned, put her hand on her lower abdomen, and groaned softly, "Ouch!"

Ding'an quickly put down her teacup: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Yan Ying's face was pale, and she said weakly, "I fell into the river years ago, and my meridians were left with an old ailment. Whenever it rains, snows, or is cold, my lower abdomen aches unbearably. This ailment has been with me for a long time, and I suffer terribly."

Ding'an saw her clutching her lower abdomen, slumped over the table, struggling to look up at him in order to speak. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, and her voice trembled uncontrollably. Ding'an's heart ached terribly.

That pitiful tone of voice is something no one else could possibly learn.

Especially when paired with those hesitant, affectionate eyes, it evokes pity and makes one want to hold her in their arms and comfort her.

Unfortunately, Ding'an was a simpleton, and he bluntly said, "Sister, I think I've heard someone mention your illness before."

Yan Yingxi asked, "You know how to treat it?"

Ding An picked up the teacup, exerted a little force, and the cold tea suddenly started bubbling again.

He stretched out his hand: "Hey!"

Yan Ying took it, at a loss for words: "What?"

Ding An said earnestly, "The cripple said to drink more hot water when you have a stomachache!"

Yan Ying was stunned for a moment before finally saying, "That's it?"

Ding An was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Hey! I've got it! There's more!"

"What else?"

Ding'an put down his teacup and suddenly reached out his hand.

Yan Ying was puzzled by his meaning. Suddenly, Ding An picked her up by the waist and gently placed her in front of him!
"Ding'an! What are you doing?!"

Yan Ying was both ashamed and anxious, her face burning with embarrassment.

She had been in the Western Regions for some time and had not been so close to a man in a long time. Now, the two of them were in her son's room, their skin touching and their breaths audible.

As Yan Ying looked at the increasingly familiar face, she felt dizzy and her heart pounded like thunder.

suddenly!

A large hand rested on her flat yet soft, cotton-like abdomen.

No, this is not a hand at all.

This was a scorching hot coal, instantly turning Yan Ying's entire body crimson. Sweat beaded on her temples, and she could barely breathe, letting out a soft groan:

"Don't~"

(ps: Xiao Qiushui)

(End of this chapter)