Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

The messy furnishings, the messy pile of clothes, and the fish buried in the clothes and quilts that balled up in grievance and almost dropped their little pearls...

This was what Nan Qiao saw when he returned home, and his heart suddenly tightened.

What's going on? Did you wake up suddenly?

Or are you feeling unwell again?

Nan Qiao didn't have time to think too much, as his body had already reacted first. Spreading his legs, Nan Qiao strode to the bed and squatted down to check Yun Huai's condition.

The pillow had been hugged by Yun Huai for a long time, and it rolled into a soft ball. Most of the faint smell that still remained had been taken over by his own breath.

No matter how Yun Huai tried to restrain himself or how to retain it, that meager breath was still like quicksand in the wind, passing over his fingertips and then being ruthlessly blown away, unable to reach the palm of his hand no matter what.

The "click-click" sound of the shoe soles colliding with the ground reached his ears. Yun Huai blinked his eyes slowly. The too hot temperature made him unable to think, and he could only search hard for the few pieces of information in his mind.

There is a sound...

Who is it? So familiar.

Fragments of a few words floated in my mind.

Suddenly, there was another slightly cool touch that did not belong to him on his forehead. It was tinged with a bit of a chill in the spring and also had a faint smell of disinfectant.

"Yun Huai, are you feeling uncomfortable again? Yun Huai..." The urgent voice came together with the slight strength on his shoulders. Yun Huai blinked again, and his eyes slowly moved in the direction of the sound, just in front of him. A somewhat anxious face appeared.

The vague fog has all dispersed, and the dead trees have sprouted green shoots. Yun Huai's eyes widened suddenly, and his body finally began to function normally after pressing the 0.5x speed button.

Nan Qiao?

Nan Qiao!

The deformed pillow fell to the ground with a "clack", as if it wanted to roll so as not to disturb the couple's affection. But Yunhuai had taken away all its strength, and it trembled feebly for a few times before finally staying in place.

A heartbroken fish jumped into Nan Qiao's arms.

Yun Huai's hand had been empty for a long time, and now he finally touched Nan Qiao. His face pressed against Nan Qiao's neck, feeling scorching hot.

The waist was tightly held, as if all his strength had been used. Nan Qiao let out a soft "hiss", but his tense mind relaxed.

The small round particles slid across the skin, all the way down, with the warmth of tears, but Nan Qiao felt a little hot.

The tip of his heart shrank slightly, Nan Qiao put his arms around Yun Huai's shoulders, and his gentle voice was like a warm wind in the forest, rustling through the treetops.

"I'm back." Nan Qiao patted Yunhuai's trembling shoulder, "Leave it to me."

"Hmm..." Xiao responded.

The body was gently placed on the bed, and Nan Qiao's clothes were ruthlessly thrown to the ground, stacked together to form a small hill.

It was too late to wash his hands, and Yun Huai did not allow Nan Qiao to leave his sight. Nan Qiao had no choice but to take out a disinfectant wipe and wipe his hands carefully, from fingertips to palms and wrists.

Yun Huai lay back on the quilt, staring at Nan Qiao intently, reluctant to blink. His eyelashes were fixed at a specific angle, casting a small soft shadow.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Nan Qiao wanted to laugh when he saw her, "I can't run away."

"But you weren't here just now." Yun Huai stated the facts calmly. The tears fell too fast just now and had no time to turn into pearls, so that the eyelashes are still wet, "I am the only one."

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"But I don't think you can."

Nan Qiao's heart trembled, and her smile suddenly disappeared.

"I'm sorry." Nan Qiao lowered his head to touch Yun Huai's lips and the corners of his eyes that were still red, "I will never let go of Xiaoyu."

The mermaid would also suffer from separation anxiety during the fever period, which Nan Qiao had not expected. Fortunately, she did not leave for too long, otherwise Yun Huai would have collapsed directly due to her negligence.

"Yes." Yun Huai hugged Nan Qiao, rubbed his chin gently, and said dullly: "I believe you."

The temperature in the room was very warm, and Nan Qiao's hands that had been blown all the way by the wind had warmed up, but they were still not as warm as Yun Huai, who had been patient for a long time.

When her hand touched her cheek, Yun Huai felt only a warm and soft coolness.

Without Nan Qiao's assistance, Yun Huai had already taken the initiative to raise his head, groaned and went to Nan Qiao's lips, shouting Nan Qiao's name again and again, while still holding Nan Qiao's clothes tightly with his hands. His whole body was glued to it.

Nan Qiao indulged Yun Huai and allowed him to be unbridled and gently guided by her. Her hair naturally hung down according to gravity and swept onto Yun Huai's forehead, feeling a little itchy.

The hand touched the back of Yun Huai's neck. The skin here was also warm. Then he slowly moved it up and inserted it into the soft hair to support the back of Yun Huai's head.

Yun Huai closed his eyes, and his eyelashes were trembling, stained with strands of moisture, like small twigs dancing in the cold dew.

The thoughts that had sobered up for a while fell into chaos again. Without the restrictions of restlessness and anxiety, they sank into a shaky hotbed without any scruples, unable to find any trace of clarity.

Yunhuai indulged himself and indulged in it.

"call…"

The flames filled the air again, and the wind was filled with heat, but this time Yunhuai had been saved. His heart was beating loudly, and his chest was shaking restlessly, but his heart was stable.

The flames turned into soft cotton, clinging softly to the body, jumping a few times from time to time, poking here, moving there. Yun Huai was itchy from being rubbed, and he couldn't help but smile at the corners of his eyes and brows.

Mermaids are very sensitive to temperature, and Yunhuai is no exception. The excessively high temperature has turned his skin a light pink. Some areas that cannot adapt to the temperature have even turned bright red, as if they were deformed. Became a tropical fish.

Fire is a thing that rises up when the wind blows. Yun Huai indulges it, and she doesn't know how to restrain it. It rubbed against Yunhuai's neck, like playing on a slide, and slipped across Yunhuai's collarbone, then his chest, lower abdomen... leaving a string of small red footprints, like plum blossoms in the falling snow.

"oops!"

He stepped hard and the pressure fell on his skin. Yun Huai couldn't help but scream, but it made Huo Miao even more happy. Like a child who is amused, he is smiling and having fun, completely ignoring the shouts and shouts of adults.

Yun Huai didn't stop her and allowed her to continue playing around.

The commotion was fierce, and the transparent liquid came out of the eye sockets, condensed into beads, and then rolled down like bones. However, the unhappiness accumulated in his heart suddenly dissipated, and the stagnation dissipated.

Yun Huai snorted and relaxed completely, nestled comfortably in Nan Qiao's arms, holding Nan Qiao's hand stickyly, enjoying the peace after playing around.