Yan Huan

Mo Ze was lying on the couch with his legs crossed, squinting his eyes at Xuan Mingrang who was being drugged by Mo Yu, the second son of the Xuan family, who was expelled from the house five years ago, and possessed a fierce and extraordinary windless swordsmanship that swept the world , was assassinated a few months ago and was rescued by Ranyu, and stayed by Ranyu's side all the time, but why did he call Ranyu 'Xiaoyan' instead of 'Xiaoran'?

Xuan Mingrang looked at the bandaged wound, thanked Mo Yu politely, got up and walked in front of Mo Yan, looked at the pale and weak man due to blood loss, and bent down: "Sorry, I hurt you. "

Mo Yan gently shook the sapphire in his hand, shook his head, glanced at the people who were more seriously injured than him, with a faint smile on his face: "It doesn't matter."

He is a person who can be cruel to himself, but he is very worried about Ranyu. Speaking of Ranyu, since he was brought into the villa two years ago, except for Mo Yu who occasionally visits because of Han Yuchong After all, the rest of them didn't have much contact with him, he was just an exquisite container that was kept up, and no one had time to pay too much attention to it. Occasionally, when they heard people talking about him, they only said that he was vulgar, wasting his alluring appearance And, too, what education can a street beggar have.

However, when I saw it today, it was different from what I heard before. The whole temperament was gorgeous, gentle and polite. Although he looked weak, he was inexplicably stubborn and strong. The strange thing is that the master who has never been close to others is so close to him, and he doesn't even want him to pay too much attention to others.

Yan Huan looked at the meals laid out on the table, and swallowed a little saliva from the tip of his tongue. He hadn't eaten anything all day, and now he was really hungry.

Ji Shichen put a serving of porridge with vegetables and lean meat in front of Yan Huan: "It's too late, I can only eat some porridge to nourish our stomach."

Yan Huan said thank you, picked up the spoon, and started to eat slowly.Now that Ji Shichen has opened his mouth, there is no doubt that no one will make things difficult for Xuan Ming. With Mo Yu around, there is no need to worry too much about his injury. Thinking of the scene just now, Yan Huan's chest is still congested.

"Are you always so absent-minded when you eat?"

"what?"

Yan Huan subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Ji Shichen who was facing him with one hand resting on his head. His pretty eyes looked at him with a little playfulness, and he came back to his senses in an instant. He bowed his head slightly in embarrassment, and saw Ji Shichen in front of him. The porcelain bowl was empty: "Why don't you eat?"

The corners of Ji Shichen's mouth rose slightly: "I watch you eat."

Uncontrollable, Yan Huan's face instantly became hot and red. This man, regardless of his eyes, words and actions, was so frank. He didn't like women in his last life, but there was a fair and tolerant attitude towards the same-sex majority. He is not familiar with the world, and he doesn't know how to treat his peers. He doesn't want people to treat him as a different kind, so he always keeps a proper distance from people, regardless of men or women.

But now, he can feel that Ji Shichen is trying to invade his territory violently, without giving him any room to maneuver. The strange thing is, except that his touch frightened him at first, after that, he doesn't dislike his touch Touch, and even like it a little bit.His body has always been cold, and he can often feel a cold air oozing from his body, making him shudder, but Ji Shichen is just the opposite, his body is hot, as long as he is around him, he will not feel the torment of the cold air at all. Even his every touch can bring him long-lost warmth, but he doesn't know why?

"Why did he call you Xiaoyan?" Ji Shichen frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, Mo Ze told him that the person in front of him should be called Ranyu.

After stirring the spoon, Yan Huan bit his lip, raised his eyes and looked straight at Ji Shichen: "I don't like the name Ranyu." Yan Huan, he is not Ranyu, and he does not want people to treat him as Ranyu.

"If so what do you like?"

"Yan Huan."

Ji Shichen smiled softly, looked at Yan Huan with soft eyes, and said with a characteristic deep and hoarse voice, "Huan'er."