High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1740 The ice is also melted by the heat
It seems that after meeting a teenager.

All ice is melted by heat.

The boy is a gleam of light in the softest part of his heart.

Yang Moyan changed his shoes, took off his suit jacket, and approached the boy.

He raised his hand, just about to pick up the boy and take him back upstairs.

Unexpectedly, with such a movement, the boy suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of peach blossom eyes, the eyes are full of vigilance, full of the chill that is ready to go.

But when his eyes hit the familiar and handsome man.

The danger in a pair of eyes is rapidly fading.

But half a second.

Lin Zhaoxia blinked, raised her hand and rubbed it again, and then said vaguely, "En? What time is it..."

"It's late," Yang Moyan's eyes were soft, "Go back to the room and sleep."

"okay."

The boy responded and was about to stand up.

As a result, for a long time...they didn't move a bit.

Yang Moyan was puzzled, "What?"

Lin Zhaoxia blinked, feeling aggrieved: "Legs...the legs are numb, and I can't stand up."

Yang Moyan bent his lips helplessly.

He stretched out his hand and hugged the boy neatly.

The result was that the young man yelled, "Let it go! Let it go!!"

Yang Moyan paused, and had no choice but to put the boy down.

He frowned slightly, and before he could say anything, he saw the young man beating his leg, "No, it's super uncomfortable to move, just wait for me to take it easy."

After such a toss, the result was that Lin Zhaoxia fell asleep and dozed off. When her legs recovered, she drank another glass of milk under Yang Moyan's supervision, washed up briefly, but lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep.

Yang Moyan was lying beside the boy.

He closed his eyes, but the young man beside him turned back and forth restlessly, and his passive heart moved.

Suddenly, he lifted the quilt.

Raising his hand in the dark, he quickly and neatly covered the boy with all the quilts, and took the last piece into his arms.

Now that her limbs were shackled, Lin Zhaoxia couldn't move.

He could only blink his eyes, and in this dark room, he looked closely at Young Master Yang's closed eyes, profound features, and such a handsome face.

Looking at it, she didn't know what it was, so she calmed down, sleepiness came as soon as she said it, Lin Zhaoxia closed her eyes, breathed evenly, and fell asleep.

But Yang Moyan opened his eyes two or three seconds later.

He looked at the young man in his arms and cursed, this time it was him, he couldn't fall asleep.
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Two days of vacation passed in a blink of an eye.

A new semester means new learning tasks.

After receiving the books, Lin Zhaoxia put all these books in a serious manner and put them on the desk.

This is an English class, and she turned out the English book again and placed it on the table.

One class ended, and when the second class was about to start, Sheng Yuan was blown up.

Lin Zhaoxia was lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

The classroom was originally relatively quiet, because Young Master Yang was sitting in charge, no one dared to wake up the boy loudly.

But then, the scene got out of control for a while, and suppressed screams came out. The newly promoted Class [-] and Class [-] of Yuanma's original class suddenly became chaotic in the classroom, with all kinds of discussions.

Even if Yang Moyan was present, he couldn't suppress it.

Then successfully, Lin Zhaoxia woke up.

First of all, the one who faced him head-on was Young Master Yang's cold aura, which was especially powerful when he flung it off, and his jaw was even more tense.

Lin Zhaoxia rolled up her lips and smiled, "Okay, it's time for class, and I woke up at just the right time."

(End of this chapter)