Tigers ban coveting

"The pronunciation is not standard, practice more in the future." Ling Junhan whistled, and seemed to be in a particularly good mood.

Practice your furball.

Duan Wuxin lowered his head and drew a circle with his palm.

Stupid human beings can't even hear you being scolded, and their IQ is too low.

Ling Junhan took off his underwear, not caring about the nakedness, and asked, "Why didn't you speak before?"

Duan Wuxin was not interested in naked/men, and lay there lazily, with an unpleasant tone: "I don't want to talk about it."

Ben Wang is too lazy to explain to you stupid two-legged beast.

Ling Junhan hummed, and said half-truthfully, "You're so smart, you have to restrain yourself, so as not to be caught doing experiments."

"Oh, I know."

Duan Wuxin was very careless, and even turned over and pointed his butt at the person.

Ling Junhan didn't continue this topic, opened the closet and took out a change of underwear, turned his head and asked, "Shall we take a bath together?"

"Do not."

The answer here is even simpler.

He was answered by the slam of the bathroom door.

Duan Wuxin felt very annoying, more annoying than being woken up by a chandelier in the middle of the night.

He was still stuck in the teasing just now, he was obviously not related to Ling Junhan, so why would he want to compete with Duan Yongnian for the title of "father".

Taking advantage of the time when Ling Junhan entered the bathroom to take a bath, he kicked his short legs and jumped onto the three-meter bed in the middle.

One paw pressed Ling Junhan's pillow, and the other paw clenched into a fist.

"Ow"

"Ow"

"Ow"

The little white tiger lowered his head, punched the bulging pillow a few times, and finally vented his aggrieved anger.

However, the harmony of the barrage is usually severe, and at critical moments, I can't even learn a single curse word.

After thinking for a long time, Duan Wu felt oppressed and short of breath, so he could only curse sullenly: "Idiot!"

"I have good hearing." Ling Junhan's reverberating voice came from the bathroom, bringing a very direct shock.

The heart is bad and the ears are sharp.

Duan Wuxin gritted his teeth, could only automatically silence the sound, bared his fangs, and punched the pillow again.

This time the force was a little stronger, the sharp nails scratched the cloth, and several large feathers floated out.

Pillows were broken, bad.

Old and unlucky, this kind of thing is very skilled.

Turn it over and blame that stupid black briquette tomorrow.

Duan Wuxin looked normal, and quickly jumped back onto his pillow.

She shook her little tail, pretending nothing happened.

He was sprawled on his little pillow, his amber pupils blinking and blinking.

Thinking of the current situation, I still want to ask why I saved him back.

Obviously, the various things he does seem to be against people everywhere, and his personality is not very likable.

Distraught, no answer.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Ling Junhan came out wrapped in a bath towel, his chest was fully exposed, and water droplets were still hanging from the tips of his hair.

He didn't pay much attention to it, took a towel and wiped it twice, and then straight away pulled away the swivel chair on the desk next to him and sat down.With this unsightly posture, he opened the drawer and took out a medical kit.

There are still fresh bite marks on the back of the hand, two long ones, extending from the wrist to the tiger's mouth.

At first glance, it looks like a serious injury.

Duan Wuxin hesitated to speak, and quietly moved forward a few steps.

He just bit it.

Duan Wuxin paused, poked his neck and apologized: "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"Small injury, it doesn't hurt." Ling Junhan lowered his head, and neatly applied the medicine to the wound for simple disinfection.

"......Oh, you are often bitten, and you are quite skilled in dealing with injuries." Duan Wuxin scratched his head, looking for something to say.

Ling Junhan didn't raise his head, and said with a smile: "I think it's better for you not to speak."

Duan Wuxin pursed her lips tightly, wagging her tail around the desk, the doubts in her mind still persisted.

As a newcomer, the boundaries have to be clarified.

He wanted to ask: Did Ling Junhan treat him as a guest, or what.

Ling Junhan threw the cotton swab into the trash can, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the ball of white cotton sneaking around, raised his eyelids, and saw everything: "Is there anything you want to ask?"

"Well, why did you save me?" Duan Wuxin gave up struggling and went straight to the point.

"Why are there so many?"

"I'm trying to figure out why."

"You are a hundred thousand why?"

"So why exactly?"

The conversation went back and forth, like a tongue twister, Duan Wuxin's mind was almost dizzy.

It was too much effort to talk to this person, so he decided to be more straightforward: "I rejected you, you are so kind, what other ideas do you have?"

Ling Junhan stopped his hand applying the medicine, raised his eyes and fixedly looked at the little white tiger.

These amber eyes always felt a little familiar, clean and pure like two glass beads under the sun, as if they had seen it in a dream.

However, it is impossible to see.

After a while, he said slowly, "It's a little selfish."

"Well, so..." Duan Wuxin's eyes became more focused, he stared eagerly, his limbs gripped the ground, and the answer was ready to come out.

If this person is like other fans and regards him as a tiger master, then accept him generously.

I'm still very angry.

Duan Wuxin praised himself in his heart.

Ling Junhan lowered his eyes, thinking that he wanted to eat small animals because of the barrage of rumors, he thought it was funny.

He closed the medicine box, and there was a sudden clack in the empty room, and a sudden horror: "Bring you back to fatten up, and eat in two days."

Duan Wuxin: "......"

Is it so direct!This conversation is almost seamlessly connected with that dream.

The little white tiger suddenly closed his eyes, his mind was filled with blood splattered everywhere.

It's over, it's over, so saving him is just a trap!

I'm sure I'm not a human, but you're a real dog too! !

"Are you afraid?" The voice was very playful.

"I'm not afraid!"

Duan Wuxin stared vigilantly at the person who got up and walked straight behind Ling Junhan.

Before he had time to make a surprise attack, he was lightly picked up again and put back on the floor beside the pillow.

Ling Junhan put the medicine box into the drawer, stood up and turned off the light, and pulled back the quilt to go to bed.

In the darkness, the last sentence came out in a deep voice: "I'm going to get up early tomorrow, I don't have time to play with you, go to bed quickly."

That tone is like a parent educating their children.

Duan Wuxin didn't dare to sleep, her eyes rolled round and round in the dark night.

After thinking for half an hour, I finally realized it.

If there is no opportunity, it is necessary to create an opportunity.

While the night is dark and the wind is high, it is better to strike first before being eaten!

What bad thoughts can the little white tiger have?It's just to save your life.

He touched the edge of the bed with his feet, took advantage of the moonlight, and quietly climbed onto the edge of the bed.

The room is so quiet that a strong heartbeat can almost be heard.

The man on the bed was breathing evenly, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be falling asleep quickly.

Duan Wuxin held his breath, stretched out a paw very vigilantly, and gestured at the position of the man's neck.

The sharp tiger claws almost touched the warm skin, and he was not cruel enough, so he still couldn't make a move.

After pausing for a few seconds, he moved the tiger palm up again and landed on top of Ling Junhan's lips.

It seems that the palm is too small to cover it to death.

With the tiger's claws hanging in the air, Duan Wuxin fell into trouble.

"What are you doing dangling around?" Ling Junhan was exhausted physically and mentally after a long day.

He didn't open his eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Duan Wuxin froze, and flicked his paws on his eyelids a few times to confirm that his eyelids were indeed closed tightly.

Absolutely, has this person opened his eyes?

"I can't sleep, I'm resting in the underworld." This word was also learned from the barrage, and it matched me perfectly.

Duan Wuxin found a reason and never admitted that he wanted to take the opportunity to kill him.

Ling Junhan frowned, finally opened his eyes again, and asked a little more patiently, "Want me to play with you?"

"...That's not true." Duan Wuxin felt a little guilty, her eyes aiming randomly.

This time Ling Junhan finally felt the gap between species, and couldn't figure out what this thing was trying to do by running around in the dark.

He tried to figure it out: "The ground is too hard, do you want to sleep with me?"

"No, it's good to sleep on the floor. I sleep on the floor every day." Duan Wuxin shook his head frantically, retracted his paws, and squatted on the bedside table in a well-behaved manner, seemingly obedient.

He patted the back of Ling Junhan's hand comfortingly, pretending to be considerate: "Go to sleep, I'll watch you."

Hmph, when you fall asleep...

This king will kill you, so that you will not be able to see the sun tomorrow morning!

"You are like a ghost, expecting me to fall asleep?" Ling Junhan laughed angrily, and simply sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, looking up and down by the moonlight.

The little white tiger seemed to be in good spirits, his two amber eyes were shining brightly in the dark night, very restless.

Ling Junhan pinched the center of his eyebrows and sighed slightly.

He somewhat regretted inviting the Buddha.

Duan Wuxin was a little frightened by his staring, and said in a breathy voice: "I will definitely not trouble you, just sit here and be quiet."

He raised his right paw and said without sincerity, "I swear."

In fact, I just caught a glimpse of the crystal chandelier directly above it, which is heavy and polished.

According to his usual premonition of bad luck, early morning is the time when bad things happen, and there is a 90.00% probability that the chandelier will fall.

So, at this second, he wisely changed the battle plan.

Where do you need to do it yourself?How ugly it is to leave handles.

Obviously, there is a smarter way.

Just sit by the side and wait for the chandelier to fall on Ling Junhan.

Such a heavy lamp is estimated to be half disabled.

Duan Wuxin felt that her plan was perfect.

He blinked his eyes with a rare gentle expression.

Ling Junhan nodded, then lay down on his back and closed his eyes again, "Okay, I'll trust you once."

"I will never make trouble." Duan Wuxin puffed out her chest, repeating it endlessly.

The tiger's paws were safely tucked under his stomach, but he really crouched motionless on the edge of the bed, staring at the chandelier eagerly.

The windows were not closed tightly, and occasionally a gust of cold wind came in, and the crystal lamp would shake slightly.

Every time it shakes, Duan Wuxin expects more points.

Come on, come on down.

But this project seems to be too strong, how to firmly nail it to the roof, it is very strong.

The hour hand on the wall moved slowly, more than half of the night had passed.

Duan Wuxin hung his head, shaking like a chicken pecking rice, drowsy.

Why doesn't this chandelier follow the routine!What time is it? It's agreed to fall down and hit people!

Duan Wuxin thought of many thrilling and unstable nights, from one to three in the morning, the high-risk moments of unlucky plots.

However, tonight was extraordinarily peaceful, a bit eerily peaceful.

Ling Junhan was half a meter away from him, his chest rising and falling, breathing heavily.

Among other things, staying near this person, the warm breath is really comfortable, a warmth that is completely different from the cold outside.

Duan Wuxin slowly loosened his strength, changed his posture, and changed to sitting prone.

So comfortable, so sleepy, want to sleep.

The head slowly drooped and touched the hairy neck.

The eyes slowly formed a slit unconsciously, and then fell asleep.

When he regained consciousness, Duan Wuxin felt fingers pinching his ear, sliding down the contour of the base of the ear, twisting it delicately.

He slowly opened his eyes, caught off guard, and met a pair of blue eyes.

It's just that the eyes were a little playful, and they were slowly sweeping from the top of the head to the paws, looking up and down.

The eyes were too straightforward, Duan Wuxin's whole body was itchy from head to toe as if a feather had been gently swept over her body.

Ling Junhan flicked the tips of his ears with his fingertips, and asked in a lazy voice as if he had just woken up, "Don't you like sleeping on the bed?"

"Of course! I don't want to!" As soon as he finished speaking, the quilt on his body was pressed down by those big hands, and he couldn't move.

Duan Wuxin struggled suddenly, the soft touch touched his neck, he woke up for a second, and immediately regained consciousness.

How could he be in Ling Junhan's quilt? !

Moreover, this person looked completely different from the semi-disabled ending he had expected, refreshed, with healthy limbs and full of vigor.

Duan Wuxin stretched out her front paws, trying to break free from the restraint, and stepped on Ling Junhan's chest muscles.

God, this person still has the habit of sleeping naked...

The skin under the palm was hard/hard, and I couldn't hold it back, so I stepped on it two more times.

These are not the point.

Wait, what about the lights!

Duan Wuxin raised his head suddenly, the crystal chandelier on which he had placed all his hopes was still hanging on the roof motionless, shining even brighter under the sunlight.

One night passed, and nothing happened.

The three views were impacted, and Duan Wuxin fell into deep thought.

For the first time, there was an error in his premonition of debilitating spirit.

It's probably because the brain hasn't resumed its work yet, like a rusted gear, it can't turn.

This is unscientific, metaphysics has failed?

After a while, he finally realized something from the dizzy atmosphere.

The curator told him before that the world is unfair.Some people stumble when they walk, and their teeth get stuck when they drink cold water; but some people are just lucky and blessed by heaven.

Duan Wuxin was warmed by Ling Junhan's breath, and stretched comfortably.

Suddenly, blessing to the soul, suddenly enlightened.

Could it be that Ling Junhan is not only the ultimate European emperor himself, but also can make him change his luck by the way?

After much deliberation, this is the only explanation.

That lamp, and this warm and harmless atmosphere, are the best proof!

The dark life that was tortured to death by all kinds of unlucky things seemed to suddenly shine into the light at this moment.

Even though this person doesn't seem easy to mess with, staying by his side is extremely safe, and this is the first time in this life that I have encountered a very good thing.

Yesterday, for the first time in a long time, he had a full night's sleep.

The bed didn't collapse either.

The lights didn't go off either.

Not choked.

No nightmares.

Although I don't want to admit it.

Ling Junhan is probably the bright light in his life.

"Are you stupid to ask me something?" Seeing his dull face, Ling Junhan pulled his ears and asked.

"Ah? What did you just say?" Duan Wuxin raised his head, and for the first time looked at Ling Junhan like a savior.

The battle plan was corrected again, he had to stay by Ling Junhan's side.

Happy, safe, not eaten, alive.

Ling Junhan repeated it patiently: "I said, will you still sleep on the floor in the future?"

Duan Wuxin felt ashamed, and expressed her sincerity with twists and turns: "I always thought that sleeping on the bed was pretty good, and I slept soundly last night."

He didn't lie, he couldn't be more fragrant.

Ling Junhan snorted softly, and ruthlessly exposed it: "Yesterday you said you liked the ground."

Duan Wuxin shrank her head under the quilt, and replied in a muffled voice: "That was yesterday."

There are two faces before and after the little thing, turning faces is faster than turning pages.

Ling Junhan was a little helpless, lowered his eyes and stretched his arms stiffened by the tiger's head: "What do you think, it's just a way to go out."

"...I didn't!" Duan Wuxin retorted conditionally.

The limbs are very stiff, but the brain is rationally commanding: Don't be so fierce, please please your lucky god!

Okay, okay.

Duan Wuxin blinked, changed his previous indifference awkwardly, and continued to step on Ling Junhan's chest with the soft pad.

The pet videos he usually watched on the Internet flashed through his mind, and he tried lamely how to make Ling Junhan like him more.

Twist left and right, always feel awkward posture.

The furry body was almost twisted into a twist.

It's hard to be cute.

Ling Junhan looked at him like he was insane, wondering why the majestic little white tiger yesterday suddenly became a docile little sweet cat.

He tapped his soft forehead with his fingertips, and asked amusedly, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Duan Wuxin held back his physical discomfort, tilted his head and rubbed his freshly warm neck, and even felt that Ling Junhan had a circle of holy light from the god of luck.

"I just think it's very happy to sleep with you~"