Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Si Mo: “…”

He thought he was doing it very secretly, but it turns out that others already knew about it!

Si Mo pushed Shao Yan's waist away, quietly lifted his eyelids and walked to the door, grasped the key with his knuckles and turned it gently: "Since you are here, let's go in together."

Shao Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded beside Si Mo.

"There might be some danger, I think it's better to hold Madam's hand." Shao Yan deliberately lowered his voice and reached out to grab Si Mo's hand. After holding it, they interlocked their fingers together, with a righteous look on his face.

There were some rough calluses on Shao Yan's palms and fingertips, but surprisingly, it didn't make people feel uncomfortable when holding it. It even had a unique scent, the faint fragrance of ice-blue roses, the only branch blooming on the edge of the cliff.

...Si Mo endured it.

Shao Yan leaned over and whispered in the boy's ear: "Your hands are so soft."

"Madam's whole body is weak, especially..."

"Tsk." Si Mo glared at him, and only then did Shao Yan restrain himself.

This man is really naughty and does whatever he wants.

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The door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and as soon as it opened, a pungent stench quickly surged into the air. Shao Yan moved his lips and was about to say something when he saw Si Mo turning around and making a gesture to him.

The young man placed his ten fingers on the middle of his lips and whispered, "Shh."

Shao Yan cooperated very well, covered his mouth and made an 'OK' gesture.

…Shijin.

After entering the room, Si Mo carefully walked around the room. The room was large but also very empty, as if it had been specially cleaned up by someone, and all irrelevant items had been cleared away.

In addition, the ceiling at the top of the room has many barbs arranged in rows and columns, and under each barb is hung a piece of transparent gauze. The gauze curtain is about several meters long, slanting vertically from the ceiling, with the bottom dragging on the floor. As the breeze blows after the door is opened, each gauze curtain sways slightly, and it looks like the Milky Way is sprinkled on it.

These gauze curtains are all made of silk and are translucent white.

Without opening the curtain, there is almost no place for anyone to stand.

The room is full of things that look like white silk, which is quite creepy.

After Shao Yan came in, Si Mo quietly closed the door behind him, leaving only a gap through which light could be seen.

Shao Yan was watching from behind, with most of his attention focused on Si Mo.

In fact, he wanted to remind Si Mo not to be so careful, but in the end he couldn't say it out loud.

"Come closer to me." Si Mo hooked his finger at Shao Yan, and Shao Yan came forward obediently. Si Mo grabbed Shao Yan's wrist with his backhand, and a glow-blue divine power flowed from his fingertips, slowly passing through his arm into Shao Yan's body.

Without even having the chance to ask, Shao Yan quickly knew what Si Mo was doing - this should be a special technique that could block the smell of space.

Shao Yan felt that his breath was much fresher and he could no longer smell the previous stench.

"Thank you, ma'am. You are so nice." Shao Yan said with a smile.

Si Mo was silent for a moment, and rubbed the tip of his nose unconsciously: "Don't, don't call me that."

Shao Yan noticed that his eyes were evasive, and suddenly leaned over to ask, "Why?"

"Do you not like it."

Si Mo looked at a certain place, his mind seemed to have crashed and he couldn't figure out what was going on, but... he felt that hearing these two words from Shao Yan's mouth, this title was a bit awkward.

Before he could think of a reply, Shao Yan stood up and asked in a serious tone, "What do you like me to call you, wife, Ma Ma, baby, or Ma Bao?"

Shao Yan counted on his fingers and listed them. The more he spoke, the hotter Si Mo's ears became. Suo interrupted him unhappily: "Whatever you want."

"Now is not the time to discuss this—"

"Let's just call it Mumu." Shao Yan said to himself, very satisfied with the finalized name: "It makes us look more intimate."

After all, we have already slept together, so there is no point in being intimate.

"...Oh." Si Mo lowered his eyelids a little late and whispered, "I said it's up to you..."

As he spoke, Shao Yan suddenly touched the tip of Si Mo's ear with the back of his hand, and the young man in front of him visibly trembled.

Because the temperature of Shao Yan's hand was very cold, it was strange, because he had been warming it before going to bed and even used the true form of a fox.

Although he is a fox that grew up in the cold north, the temperature of his fur is several times higher than that of an ordinary warm land fox.

But just a moment later, Shao Yan felt a bone-chilling cold again.

The moment their skin touched, it was like a drifting glacier hitting a blazing fire. Both of them found unprecedented comfort in each other, and Si Mo's heart tightened.

"That's right, this is the morgue of the princess in the manor."

"The smell here is so strong. If I'm not mistaken, the coffin should be placed right in the middle of these silks."

As Shao Yan spoke, his eyes swept in the direction of the target.

A certain line in his mind suddenly lit up without warning, and Si Mo's mind flashed back to what the housekeeper had said when he first arrived - the most favored little princess in the manor was murdered, and the male owner was very sad because of this, and disappeared that night.

I endured it, but I couldn’t hold it back.

Finally, Si Mo glanced at Shao Yan and said lazily, "Are you sad?"

"Hmm?" Shao Yan retracted his gaze and looked at him: "What?"

"It doesn't look like it."

This man clearly looked indifferent, without any sadness at all. Either the butler lied, or Shao Yan, the male owner of the manor, was an imposter.

Obviously, Si Mo is more inclined to the former.

He relayed this sentence in his memory to Shao Yan, and after Shao Yan finished listening, he slowly took his hands out of his pockets.

After a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows calmly, as if he had heard some new story.

Shao Yan's tone was long and slow, with a hint of sneer in his voice but unusually steady: "Do you think I look sad?"

Si Mo observed it carefully for a while, shook his head and said honestly: "No."

"Although it may not seem nice to say this, you don't look sad. On the contrary, you look a little happy."

Shao Yan burst out laughing at Si Mo's words. The man raised his hand nonchalantly and said, "Well... I can't say I'm happy, but I'm definitely not sad at all."

"Come to think of it, I'm not familiar with that person, and there's no need to be sad just because she's dead." Shao Yan stopped talking and lightly tapped his chin on the coffin box that was faintly visible through the white gauze curtain.

Si Mo: "Then why did you disappear?"

Shao Yan lowered his eyes and said sternly: "Is it not okay to just play a joke on you guys?"

"……"OK.

"Okay, got it." Si Mo straightened his lips, and then continued his purpose of coming to this room, lifted the layers of curtains that were in the way, and walked towards the center step by step without any fear: "Let's get down to business."