Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Jiang Yu knew that Han Shiqing wanted him to die, but when he really heard this, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

It may be that the fever has lasted for too long, which has degraded Jiang Yu's mental fever, and even made him feel a little emotional.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and turned his face to the wall, leaving Han Shiqing behind and stopped talking to him.

Jiang Yu, who was only 12 years old, had a thin back, and his shoulders were even thinner wrapped in a white jacket.

Han Shiqing looked at his back and somehow remembered the days when he slept with Jiang Yu in his arms.

He has a bad sleeping habit, and always likes to hug something. Before he found Jiang Yu, he hugged his own quilt, rode on it with his legs between his legs, and slept with his face on it.

After picking up Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu, who has a physique that is warm in winter and cool in summer, took the place of the little quilt. He hugged Jiang Yu to sleep all night. With his back facing him, he got used to it over time.

So that for a while later, when he saw Jiang Yu's back, he felt sleepy, and he liked to hug Jiang Yu from behind, yawn and so on.

"Ha..." Thinking of this, Han Shiqing really yawned, and the exhaustion from not sleeping all night came to his mind, making his eyes sore and tears streaming down his face.

Giving up on the rest of his clothes, Han Shiqing lay back on the soft bed outside the screen with only a single shirt, hugged the small floral quilt his mother had sewed for him by herself, closed his eyes, and planned to squint for a while.

Time passed quietly, and after a dozen or so breaths, Han Shiqing suddenly sat up again.

Holding the quilt in his arms, he walked around the screen solemnly and walked to Jiang Yu's bedside.

At this moment, Jiang Yu was dizzy and his eyes were still closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Jiang Yu?" Han Shiqing suddenly called him.

His voice was too low, Jiang Yu couldn't hear clearly for a while, and didn't open his eyes.

But in the next moment, the clear and cold fragrance from Han Shiqing's body pressed over, and the wooden bed creaked, and he could feel the young man's breath very close to him.

"Jiang Yu?" Han Shiqing's voice in the left ear was clear and pleasant, Jiang Yu's eyelids did not move, and he even held his breath.

He was guessing what Han Shiqing was going to do.

Is it finally about to start?

Is he going to break the agreement he made with himself before and kill himself?

Suddenly, an arm stretched out from his waist, passed through his armpit, and gently rested on his waist, and then a long leg pressed on his two overlapping legs .

He heard Han Shiqing's slow exhalation, and Han Shiqing's yawn. The warm breath sprayed on the back of his neck, and the itching penetrated his skin all the way to his heart.

His head, which was already hot and swollen, became even more dizzy. Jiang Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly with excitement, and it took a lot of effort to restrain his body from trembling.

Counting it, Han Shiqing hadn't hugged him to sleep in this position for many years.

No, it should be said that since the day he sat on the throne, Han Shiqing had already refused his approach, avoided him like a snake and scorpion, and treated him so intimately like today, Jiang Yu dared not even think about it.

Jiang Yu, who had a high fever, was like a small stove. He would definitely feel hot if he hugged him like this in the summer, but Han Shiqing didn't seem to notice it. After confirming that Jiang Yu had fallen asleep again, he tightened his arms and closed his arms. The eyes fell asleep at an extremely fast speed.

Getting used to this kind of thing is really scary sometimes.

He should have hated Jiang Yu so much that he wanted to kill him, but now this guy's back has become his best sleeping artifact.

It's ironic.

At the moment before falling asleep, Han Shiqing hoped from the bottom of his heart that Jiang Yu would turn into a complete fool, the kind who needed someone to wipe his runny nose.

In that case, he could justifiably treat Jiang Yu as a small quilt and sleep in his arms for the rest of his life.