Yue Shang Han Guang

Fang Han woke up from hunger, and when he woke up in a daze, he found that he was covered with a soft brown blanket, and the seven oil lamps on the painted lamp stand were completely lit.

He moved his body instinctively, only to find that a young man was holding his ankle, and skillfully wrapped his soles in circles.The young man's hair hangs down from his shoulders, wraps around the half of his calf, and finally falls onto the felt blanket painted with jade fish and boxes.

The young man raised his gaze, which had been carefully examining his feet, and turned to stare at him carefully.

Fang Han felt uncomfortable being stared at for a while, and stubbornly wanted to take back the foot held by Han Jing, but Han Jing put his entire calf on his knee and "tsk tsk tsk" a few times, teasing him, "You know what? I know, if you go on like this, your feet will be crippled by you."

Fang Han pursed his lips, stared at the blanket in his hand with two dark eyes, and did not speak.

Han Jing conveniently brought a tray from the tables next to him, and on the tray were a bowl of white porridge and two white steamed buns.Fang Han didn't have time to lament the hardships and simplicity of the army, so he quickly reached out to grab the steamed buns and gnawed them. He really understood what it means to be "hunger will not choose what to eat".

After chewing for a while, he realized that he wanted to say thank you to the "benefactor" in front of him who bandaged him and gave him food.As a result, Fang Han, whose cheeks were full, tried it several times, but could only barely utter a few "crab crab" and "slanting" that the glutinous rice balls were not soft.

In the end, under Han Jing's strange eyes, he finally closed his grateful eyes, lowered his head and continued to eat his steamed buns silently.Unexpectedly, Han Jing stretched out his hand and stroked his hair, and said in a nostalgic tone, "I once raised a white-haired hamster, and I liked it very much. I would feed it myself every day. But then it died... What a shame. Made me sad for a while."

Fang Han felt confused, and didn't know what theme Han Jing was trying to convey when he said these words. Han Jing's suddenly upturned lips were reflected in the transparent eyes of the black beads.

"Ah... that's the expression." Han Jing smiled strangely, "Do you know how it died? It just looked at me with such ignorant and ignorant eyes. I didn't stop for a while, and strangled it to death!"

Fang Han was dumbfounded!Deep paw prints were left on the white steamed bun, and after a while, he finally asked what was surging in his heart.

"Are you perverted?"

Are you a pervert?Fang Han tilted his head and waited for the answer.

Han Jing smiled "puchi" and patted the top of his head, "Ah... I lied to you, but I was actually stuffed and stuffed to death."

Fang Han thought, I'm full, I'm full.Stuffed, stuffed to death!Ah, so happy, so happy...

Han Jing saw Fang Han's look satisfied with his fantasy, coughed and coughed twice, and brought him back to reality. "Tell me, what makes you willing to abuse yourself so much?"

Fang Han picked up the porridge, drank a few sips, licked the corners of his mouth, and said with a serious and sincere expression, "First of all, I don't have self-abuse. But you have to ask me why. Hmm. It takes a long time to talk about it." For days and nights, I can keep talking to you, as long as you are willing to take care of my food and lodging, nothing else is a problem." After explaining the conditions, he paused and decided to respect the listener's decision, "Do you want to listen?"

Han Jing thought the child was really cute, put the empty bowl back on the tray and put it on the table, took off his boots and climbed onto the bed. "Let's talk later when time is free."

When he lifted the blanket, he found that Fang Han was holding him tightly, as if he didn't want to crawl in. He asked inarticulately, "Me, me, you, you, you, sleep together?!"

Han Jing thought for a while, "Do you want me to throw you out to let the north wind blow?"