the day of marrying a celestial boss

He Yuan sobered up.

He felt as if he had had a dream. In the dream, he was like a bird/beast who had lost his mind, allowing his heart to burst out and possess the soft and weak boy.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, afraid that he would really do that.

Until he heard the familiar breathing sound coming from beside him, and smelled the young man's light and green breath, he suddenly looked away.

The boy curled up and lay side by side with him on the recliner in front of the French window, his body uncovered.

On the white and soft skin are the traces made by him in the dream, dazzling and eye-catching.The fox's tail hung limply and dragged on the brown wooden floor.

The fluff and hair on the fox's ears are not as smooth as before, but messy after being stroked.

"Sang Bai."

He Yuan's voice was extremely soft, trembling slightly.

He wanted to carry the boy to the bed, but he was afraid of waking him up and hurting the marks on his body.

He sat up carefully, brought a soft blanket to cover the sang white body, his fingers touched the young man's soft skin, it was cold and cold.

The nights in late autumn are very cool.The little demon fox, who is only three hundred years old and has just grown up, does not have enough cultivation base to protect his naked body from the cold, so the little demon fox just slept like this all night.

He Yuan used spiritual power to warm his cold body, and did not leave quietly until Sangbai's face turned rosy.

~

Ji Mo made a new set of pink and pink cradle nest for Ellie, and Ellie lay comfortably in it to sleep.Like a ball of pink fur under the sun, Ji Mo, an old fairy, is about to melt his heart.

He hummed a ditty and kept taking photos of Ellie's various gestures with his mobile phone.

The atmosphere at home is warm and healing.

Suddenly, a heavy and suppressed spiritual power swept over, and Ellie immediately opened her eyes and looked around vigilantly.

After seeing He Yuan appearing in the living room with a gloomy and handsome face, he glared at Ji Mo twice, then closed his eyes in disbelief.

Ji Mo sensed that it was He Yuan. He took care of himself to comfort the frightened Ellie, and complained slightly: "Why are you here again? Don't you know that your little cutie's estrus lasts for several days?"

When he turned around and saw He Yuan's appearance, the cat teasing toys in his hands were shocked.

The ancient heavenly fox fairy, who had always been obsessed with cleanliness, was now wearing crumpled pajamas, with disheveled hair, and a lazy face that had just woken up, and his face was even more ugly and scary.

Compared with Gao Jie, who used to look down on all beings indifferently in the past, now this is an indiscreet old fairy ruffian.

Ji Mo: "Damn it! Even if the end is approaching, you can't live like this."

He Yuan: "It has nothing to do with that."

He sat down on a sofa in Jimo's house as if weary, with a gloomy and low voice.

Ji Mo thought for a while, and smiled tentatively, gloating, "You won't be the first time the old man doesn't know how to operate, and was kicked out of bed by the little cutie, right?"

He Yuan glanced at him coolly: "If he kicked me out last night, I wouldn't blame myself like this."

"Reproach yourself?"

Ji Mo wanted to ask what's the matter, but as soon as he walked into He Yuan, he immediately covered his nose: "Fuck, you, can you go back and take a shower first to get rid of the smell."

"I came here early in the morning with you, just to show off how happy you were with the cutie last night in front of my single dog."

The whole body smells of excessive indulgence.

He Yuan frowned, obviously he hadn't thought of this question.

The top and bottom of the pajamas were full of the smell and traces of Sang Bai's indulgence in his arms again and again, and he vaguely remembered that every time Sang Bai had a helpless expression, hugging him tightly as if crying.

He used to think it was dirty, but now he thought it was Sangbai and he just wanted to hide the clothes and collect them.

I don't want anyone else to see it.

He immediately used his spiritual power, purified and changed into a set of black black pants in seconds, and the person sitting on the sofa was that noble and indifferent fairy again.

"no."

He Yuan rolled up a piece of his sleeve and said, "I bullied him last night. Now I...don't know what to do?"

Ji Mo: "...Didn't you solve the problem of your cutie having sex?"

He Yuan: "I'm drunk and lost my mind."

After speaking, he suddenly looked stern, and blamed Jimo: "Why didn't you stop me yesterday, let me drink so much, and let me go home to find him."

Ji Mo scolded: "You asked me to drink, and now you still blame me for not controlling your mouth!"

"You used to fall asleep when you were so pure-hearted and drunk. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to lift it up. Now you tell me that you bullied the little cutie?"

"You can't hold it anymore, it means..."

Ji Mo tapped his chest and asked, "You're emotional, you broke the precept."

He Yuan pursed his lips and did not speak, and asked for a long time: "What should I do?"

Ji Mo almost choked on this sentence.

The always cold Immortal Heyuan is as depressed and helpless as if he has done something wrong.

like an idiot.

"What else can I do, hurry back and coax me!"

Ji Mo tried his best to hold back his laughter, and persuaded him: "Generally, demon hair/emotions have their own aphrodisiac/emotion inducement, and they need this aspect when they are trapped in desire. Unless it's you... Poof, it's too fierce."

Seeing He Yuan's increasingly ugly face, Ji Mo held back his smile again: "Ordinary people, if they make their wives feel wronged, they will plead guilty and punish themselves by kneeling on the washboard."

"Since you are a fairy, why don't you attract lightning in front of the little cutie and chop yourself?"

~

Sang Bai woke up.

First of all, he felt the faint spiritual power left by He Yuan on the recliner, and the soft texture of the blanket covering his body.Surrounded by such touch and spiritual power on the bare skin, it is very comfortable.

He stretched his body lazily, and something flowed out after moving his legs.

Sang Bai's face flushed immediately, and he shrank into the bed again.

Limp all over, tired and sore.Just like the first night, the feeling and traces of He Yuan's touch remained everywhere on the inside and outside of the body.

He recalled the whole day yesterday, the whole night he was under the control of He Yuan's endless spiritual power, he just enjoyed and endured without ego, countless times until he was exhausted, Lost in a deep sleep.

He Yuan is too... strong, it won't be so long every time in the future.

The body may be overwhelmed.

Sang Bai flinched slightly.

But where is He Yuan?

He propped up his tired body and sat up, turned his head and looked around in the wide room.

There is no shadow of He Yuan, and there is no smell of He Yuan.

Why can't I see anyone in the morning.

Sang Bai gradually calmed down.He knew that He Yuan was drunk last night, and he also knew that he was angry.

Probably because of my incoherent words.

He explained last night, and he didn't know if He Yuan would listen to what he said.Are you still angry now?

Sang Bai released his spiritual power to investigate the situation outside, and the spiritual power was bounced back by the barrier in the room.

Sang Bai: ...

He Yuan said that he would be imprisoned for five days, which seems to be true.

It seems that He Yuan has not calmed down yet.

Moreover, the unclothes curse that He Yuan cast on him is still there, and now he can't even put on his clothes, so he can only be naked like this.

Sang Bai pulled up the blanket to cover the marks on her body, buried her head in the crook of her arms, her thin lips were drawn down, and the corners of her eyes drooped slightly: she was so wronged.

The heavy mahogany door of the room was suddenly pushed open, bringing in a gust of cool air.

It's Heyuan.

Sang Bai was startled, and turned his head to look over.

He Yuan stood at the door, dressed in black and black trousers, with a cold and gloomy expression, holding a golden whip in his hand.

It was the one that he smoked Xingchao one day.

Sang Bai looked at He Yuan who was approaching step by step, trembling with fear: Could it be that He Yuan is still angry and wants to hit him? !

He saw He Yuan standing in front of the recliner, looking down at him from a height, the tall man blocked the sunlight from the French windows in front of him, casting a dark shadow.

Sang Bai was shrouded in this shadow and did not dare to look up, only seeing the golden whip hanging on the floor with a cold golden light.

Angry and aggrieved, he huddled in a corner of the reclining chair and pulled the blanket to wrap himself into a ball of zongzi, stubbornly closing his eyes.

He thought to himself that he would never care about He Yuan again.

irritating!

The shadows gradually shrunk, and even the closed eyes could feel the sunlight pouring in, and everything suddenly became brighter.

He looked up suddenly, but saw He Yuan squatting on the brown wooden floor in front of the recliner, looking up at him.

His eyes were soft and lifeless.

Sang Bai:?

He Yuan handed him the whip and said in a low voice, "...you can hit me."

Sang Bai:? ? ?