Slave forever

After taking a bath for nearly half an hour, the ambiguous smell in the air lingered for a long time, as if to indicate what happened here just now.

The blush on Chu Yue's face had faded, he quietly dressed, then helped Yan Huaifeng put on clean underwear, sat on the bed, and began to tidy up the messy things in the room.

The water in the tub was spilled all over the floor during the incident just now, and he was still a little embarrassed by the indescribable smell of Chinese herbal medicine mixed with male scent in the room. It was a lewd, indulgent smell.

He greeted Xiaoer and took a few people to carry the bathtub out. When they saw the situation in the house, their vaguely contemptuous eyes made Chu Yue feel uncomfortable, but they did nothing.

He just watched them leave and then closed the door, took a deep breath with his back turned to Yan Huaifeng, then exhaled slowly, and continued to do his own thing.

After tidying up the room a bit, he went to the bed and knelt down and asked, "Young master, do you want to change the room?" He tried his best to keep his voice as usual, but he still couldn't avoid the obvious hoarseness.

Yan Huaifeng seemed to like hearing him moaning uncontrollably very much, and he almost became ruthless at the end. Every time he clenched his lips and endured silently, the other party's fingers would forcefully invade his lips and tongue until he was willing to cry out.

As a result, when he heard his own voice now, he would recall the scene at that time and bow his head unconsciously.

Yan Huaifeng waved his hand, "Forget it, let's open the window for a while."

"Yes."

Chu Yue walked to the window and raised the window, the singing outside became clear all of a sudden, with the night wind echoing under the sky, the tune had been changed, it sounded a bit sad and desolate.

When he turned around, Yan Huaifeng was already lying down, his long wet hair was spread all over the pillow, his eyes were closed and he looked gentle and harmless.

Chu Yue spread the quilt for him, put down the bed curtain, and then opened the door to exit the room. When he tried to close the door with his backhand, Yan Huaifeng who was in the bed curtain suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no sign of falling asleep, " Where are you going?"

The door was closed softly, Chu Yue's voice became a little distant, but still very firm.

"Subordinates keep watch at night, the young master sleeps peacefully."

After Chu Yue left, Yan Huaifeng closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers on the quilt unintentionally.The bed board under him was very hard, even though this inn was already the best inn in Tianzhu City, and this room was also the best room in the inn, he still felt uncomfortable.

He squeezed a corner of the quilt tightly, feeling that the quilt covering his body was so cold, the mandarin duck tile was cold, the emerald quilt was cold, that's all it said.So what if he was pampered and pampered, Yan Qinghe taught him since he was a child that the most terrifying thing in this world is the human heart, if you can, don't trust anyone.

Even when facing Yan Qinghe, he always called him the head of the sect, but could not call him father.Because Yan Qinghe didn't allow it.Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, his father dotes on him deeply, but only he himself knows how deep the gap between them is.

If the words were only imperceptible, then the death of his mother was the most intuitive experience for him.He will never forget that his mother died in front of him, and was shattered by Yan Qinghe's palm.

Even if his mother was just a spy in ambush at the Holy Gate, anyone who has been with him for so many years should have some affection. However, Yan Qinghe did not hesitate to attack his bedside person, and he even let Yan Huaifeng witness it with his own eyes.

It was impossible for Yan Huaifeng to forget that day, the warm blood splashed on his face, red and white was really pretty, it came from the mother who would gently hug him and sing to him.

Yan Qinghe wiped his hands indifferently, and said to him: "Yan Huaifeng, remember, don't trust anyone."

His father didn't even leave a thin mat for that woman. Yan Huaifeng's mother was buried by digging a pit with his own hands. The boy who was only eight years old didn't even shed a tear, just sitting in the simple grave. Looking at the sky, he slowly smiled.

Memories are unbearable things, Yan Huaifeng lifted the quilt, sat up suddenly in the dark, trying to expel those dark things in his mind, those unbearable things that still smell of blood no matter how many years have passed cruel past.

The window is still open, a slight cool breeze blows in, the night is late, the singing outside has stopped, and the whole room is as silent as death.

The smell of joy and love in the air had almost dissipated, Yan Huaifeng lay down again, and what appeared in his mind was Chu Yue's blushing expression of forbearance when he was in love again.

Chu Yue is currently on the roof of the inn.

He stretched his body against the tiles, trying to make himself look like one with the night, no longer a living person.Even though he was still under Yan Huaifeng's body just now, he still remembered his identity as a shadow guard and nothing else.

The moon is very bright, but the stars are much dimmer.It was a slightly stuffy night, and the person who finally relaxed after lying down finally felt the incomparably sore feeling all over his body, as well as the pain from an unspeakable part.

It feels like my whole body has been run over by a carriage. Surprisingly, the sharp pain caused by the poison of "Floating Dream" in my body has been relieved a lot in this numbness. I don't know if it is a psychological effect. .

He adjusted his breathing and listened to all the movements nearby.

The sound of the wind, the sound of insects, stray wild dogs and cats... Suddenly, he heard some unusual noises!

Closing his eyes and improving his hearing to the extreme, he can be sure that there are several people sneaking in the dark night.Their qinggong is very good, but occasionally they will make a little noise, gathering from all directions, it seems that they have a common goal.

Due south.

He opened his eyes again, motionless.As long as it wasn't aimed at Yan Huaifeng, he would never intervene. No matter what plans these people have, they will solve it by themselves.It's just...he thought about it, and jumped off the roof without making a sound.

Yan Huaifeng's breathing was steady and long, like any person who was in deep sleep, the quilt was not tightly covered, and more than half of it fell out of the bed.

With a click, the window shook for a moment, and the black shadow rolled into the room from outside the window, without making a single sound.Only the window lattice swayed slightly, which was almost negligible.

Yan Huaifeng still fell asleep peacefully, letting the black shadow slowly approach the bed.No one saw that his hand under the quilt had already begun to mobilize his internal strength, and was always ready to fight the person in front of the bed.

The two got closer and closer, and there was a familiar feeling lingering in their hearts.Yan Huaifeng remained calm, but his heart felt cold.That smell couldn't be more familiar, that person was hugged by him just now, and the person who came was actually Chu Yue.

What does he want to do?

Yan Huaifeng raised his whole heart, and slowly clenched his hands into fists under the blanket.

It's getting closer and closer.Yan Huaifeng was hesitating whether to strike first before the other party made an attack, or to wait and see what the other party had in mind.

Chu Yue stretched out his hand.

Just when Yan Huaifeng was about to fight back, his hands picked up more than half of the quilt that fell on the ground, covered him gently, and finally tucked in the corners of the quilt to tightly wrap his exposed shoulders.

The clenched hands under the quilt slowly relaxed, Yan Huaifeng never imagined that when Chu Yue came back in the middle of the night, it was to cover him with the quilt.In my impression, except for his mother who died young, no one has ever taken such meticulous care of him in daily life.

Yan Huaifeng suddenly opened his eyes, and grabbed Chu Yue's hand that was about to withdraw.

"A Yue."

"The subordinate disturbed the young master."

Yan Huaifeng didn't answer, and pulled Chu Yue onto the bed. The candle had already been extinguished. Seeing the other party's not-so-good face by the faint moonlight, he suddenly sighed softly, patted his side, "A Yue, rest."

Chu Yue blinked, as if he didn't understand Yan Huaifeng's words, but he didn't dare to break free from Yan Huaifeng's hand, but said seriously: "Your subordinates must ensure the safety of the young master. You don't have to worry about the young master, you can also rest during the night watch."

Yan Huaifeng stopped talking, just stretched out his hand, pulled Chu Yue onto the bed, pressed him to lie down, and then smiled and said, "Isn't it safer to guard like this?" They were all wrapped up inside, wrapped their arms around each other's waist, and patted his back lightly.

"Go to sleep, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with tomorrow."

Chu Yue couldn't struggle, and after a stalemate for a while, he finally lay down flat, slowly closed his eyes, and tried his best to ignore the strange touch brought by Yan Huaifeng's hand on his body.

The bed under him was so soft that one couldn't help but want to fall into a deep sleep.Probably because the whole person finally had a moment to relax, the numbness and pain came back crazily, clamoring that every muscle needs to rest.Only then did Chu Yue realize that he was really tired.

For the first time, they both rested so close to another human being, breathing together.

Yan Huaifeng is like a lone fox, unpredictable and suspicious; while Chu Yue is a lone wolf, brave but loyal.They are used to their own world, and this experience of sleeping in each other's arms has never happened before, and it is strangely reassuring.

Yan Huaifeng put his arms around Chu Yue, feeling that the other person's body temperature was similar to his own. He had never had such worldly warmth. After so many years of tossing and turning alone in the dark night, maybe this time he could really grasp some What?