Yan Huan

Early the next morning, Yan Huan and his party bid farewell to Liu Shichao and set off back to Zheyan Villa. Yan Huan completely lost the enthusiasm he had when he came, and curled up in Ji Shichen's arms a little tiredly, his thoughts were in a mess.

As the candidate for the next head of the Tang family, Tang Mu died in Moshuang City. As the head of the city, Liu Shichao logically needed help to find out the truth, but Zheyan Villa released the news early in the morning that they killed him.Yan Huan knew that the Tang family's status in the rivers and lakes was not low, he didn't want to associate Zheyan Villa with the Tang family, but the matter had come to this point, he regretted acting recklessly and could only sigh helplessly.

Back at the villa, Yan Huan only said that he wanted to be alone and went back to the room. He took off his coat and covered himself with a quilt and curled up on the bed. In a daze, he fell asleep.

When he woke up, the watchman in the village just rang the drum, and the frightened man trembled in fright. When his eyes got used to the darkness, he slowly sat up.

The moon-white pajamas were already soaked in cold sweat. Leaning against the bedpost, it was icy cold. After sniffing the faint sandalwood in the air, the bloody smell that seemed to be absent in the nostrils was completely gone.

Another nightmare.

I dreamed that I was back in that terrifying dungeon again, screaming, tearing, and slapping sounds, like magic sounds, my body was whipped wantonly, the cold and sneering eyes, the emotionless instruments of torture, the wanton flow the blood of...

No longer sleepy, Yan Huan lazily put on a coat, gently opened the door and walked out.

It was raining lightly outside, accompanied by the cold wind blowing slowly, it was very deserted and lonely.

Yan Huan stepped down the steps, raised his head and let the rain slap on his face, but he didn't feel the cold pain at all, was it numb?Maybe it was because he looked up for too long, or maybe his mood was not calm. After a while, he felt dizzy, and his body staggered, and he was about to fall into the rain.

Yan Huan could only hear the sound of his clothes piercing the air, and then a warm hand stretched out from his waist to hold his falling body firmly.

After the dizziness dissipated, Yan Huan finally realized that the person supporting her was Ji Shichen, but at this moment the man's eyes were full of gloom and darkness, his brows were wrinkled, and his beautiful thin lips were tightly pursed.

Before Yan Huan could react, his body was picked up, and then he fell heavily on the bed. Even though the brocade quilt under him was soft, the pain of being thrown was unavoidable.

His brows tightened, and just as he was about to prop himself up and sit up, a shadow fell over him, and when he raised his eyes, he met Ji Shichen's dim eyes.

Before he could open his mouth, a gust of cool sandalwood came over, and Yan Huan's pupils suddenly deepened, and he stretched out his hand to reach Ji Shichen's chest and pushed it away forcefully, but Ji Shichen grabbed Yan Huan's hands effortlessly, moistening The tip of her tongue lightly licked his lips, then raised her body slightly, fixed his hands over the top of her head, then lowered her head suddenly to cover her flowery lips again.

"Woooo..." The warm and raging tongue in his mouth brought inexplicable trembling, Yan Huan heard his heart pounding, this body seemed to be extremely sensitive, with just one deep kiss, he had already felt a burst from his hair to his toes. After a burst of numbness, his whole body was so soft that he had no strength to resist Ji Shichen's stormy kiss. Just when he was short of breath and was about to pass out, Ji Shichen wrapped his tongue around his and sucked it hard, then backed away. come out.

Ji Shichen looked at the person under him, his jet-black long hair was scattered like flower branches, his fair face was blushing, his rosy lips became more and more red and swollen from his kiss, his eyes were closed with tears slightly, his whole body was like See you pity.

Ji Shichen sighed softly, let go of Yan Huan's imprisoned hands, turned slightly sideways, and hugged the person in his arms, feeling the slightly trembling body of the person in his arms, gently kneading the person who was made a little dizzy by him. Red wrist: "How long do you have to torture yourself for some unworthy people, my heart aches."

Looking at Ji Shichen's eyes and his glazed eyes imprinted with candlelight, it seemed that there was a bright moonlight crushing them, revealing the softness of the moonlight, a warm current flashed through Yan Huan's heart, and he stretched out his arms to hug her body tightly. The man on the side: "I'm sorry..."