Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

Ruan Yan squeezed the cigarette on her fingertips and played with it, "Tomorrow, will you stay at the base, or go out with me?"

He was afraid of frightening Gun Gun, so he could only temporarily suppress the depression in his heart, and instead picked up the topic elsewhere.

And the young man sitting opposite did relax, his tense eyes gradually returned to the usual black light: "Of course it's out of the base."

Ruan Yan raised her eyebrows: "It's dangerous, aren't you afraid?"

Yuan Gun's ears turned red, he met the man's beautiful eyes, and said firmly, "I just want to protect you."

Ruan Yan's originally cold eyes suddenly softened a lot because of this sentence, he seemed to smile, but the smile bloomed very briefly, like a flash in the pan.

He nodded slightly, his golden eyes swept past the door, and returned to the young man's face, "Go out."

Yuan Gun pursed his lips, obediently got up and prepared to leave, but when he met Ruan Yan's eyes, the temporary high wall in his heart collapsed instantly.

He asked a little nervously: "Yanyan, do you hate me..." Because of what happened just now.

The young man had a reserved expression, and there seemed to be thousands of words hidden in his pressed lips.He was still concerned, still afraid.The man thoughtfully avoided talking about treating the symptoms but not the root cause. The problem is still there. If it is not handled properly, it may become a knot between him and Yanyan.

Yuan Gun didn't want to lose Ruan Yan, in various senses.Because there is no other person in the world who treats himself wholeheartedly like him.

When Ruan Yan heard the young man's question, his heart ached like it was about to burst. The previously suppressed emotions and desires surged, like domineering waves under a storm, disturbing him for a moment.

The eyes are getting redder and redder, blending with pure gold, turning into a magnificent orange red, like a flower blooming in late spring, absorbing the essence of the best season that is about to pass away, bright and warm, as if to Let all the remaining brilliance in your life bloom at this moment.

Yuan Gun was unconsciously trapped in the net of intertwined eyes of the other party, so hot that he was about to sit on the ground.

He wiped the sweat that was constantly protruding from his forehead, opened his lips slightly, breathed out the hot air very carefully, and then pursed them immediately.

"I'll go first." Yuan Gun was afraid that this was his imagination of being 'deadly ill', and he was also afraid that he would lose his composure in front of men again.

He walked away slowly, as if expecting a voice behind him to stop him.

But no, until he walked out of the room, the cool air blew away the heat from his head and face, and he failed to hear a word of convincing him to stay.

Sure enough, he was imagining that Yanyan's feelings for him were different from his feelings for Yanyan.

Don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat Yuan Gun, Ruan Yan is the hero of the Chosen One, and you are just a shameless alien who snatched the bear shell.

Because she was greedy for the care and care that she had never had before, she never dared to confess to a man, and this stolen family relationship was like a dangerous rock on the edge of a cliff, and she didn't know when it would break.

So, even if he is unwilling to face his true self, what right does he have for Xiao Xiangyanyan? !

Negative emotions can't be stopped once they come, the destructive power is really amazing, Yuan Gun is like an eggplant beaten by frost, the whole body is sick and has no energy.

The old lady No. [-] who had been waiting outside laughed when she saw him fall like this, "Get out of here, what's the matter, is this, the young master bullied you?"

Yuan Gun blinked: Bullying?It would be great if he was really bullied, he was willing to be bullied by Yanyan, and only Yanyan could bully him.

"I can't wait." The young man whispered back.

Number five picked out his ears: "Huh?" Suspecting that he had heard wrong.anxious? !Gun Gun really think so?

Write it down, write it down, you must relay this to the young master!

Yuan Gun realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, he coughed, approached number five with red ears, and lowered his voice, "Don't tell Yanyan that."

"Why?" No. [-] followed his example and lowered his voice very low. Like intelligence spies in an underground connection, the two sneakily put their heads together.

Yuan Gun couldn't think of any proper reason, so he could only stare at him: "Don't just say it!"

No. [-] nodded like a pounding garlic: "Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk."

Yuan Gun fell to the ground with a big stone, turned around and left the Patriarch's Mansion.

Let's go back to our cabin.After such an embarrassing incident happened just now, Yuan Gun really felt ashamed to be in the same room with Ruan Yan again.

No. [-] looked at the figure of the young man leaving, his eyes flickered, and he went to the study immediately as soon as he turned his footsteps.

He repeated Yuan Gun's words intact, and even learned his tone and demeanor vividly.

"Baby really said that?"

Ruan Yan's originally gloomy face brightened instantly, the corners of her graceful lips curved slightly, and her mood improved visibly with the naked eye.

No. [-] knew that he was right to 'betray' this time, and quickly nodded his head: "It's absolutely true."

Ruan Yan exhaled lightly, leaned back on the chair, lowered her head and rubbed her brows: "Arrange him by my side tomorrow."

No. [-] happily replied, "I'll go down and make arrangements!"

At night, Yuan Gun fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt a little itchy on his face, as if something was touching him.

Looming away, cool and soft, like the little wings of Antarctic penguins gently caressing.

Yuan Gun opened his eyelids, and what he saw was Ruan Yan's incomparably beautiful face.

He was stupid, he didn't expect that he had just experienced a one-sided lovelorn during the day, and dreamed about the other party in his dreams at night.

"Yanyan..." Yuan Gun called the other party in a low voice, his eyes were still hazy, and there was a sense of trance and unreality through a layer of mist: "I like you."

These words are only dared to be uttered in a dream.

Ruan Yan's pale gold eyes moved closer, so close that the tips of their noses almost touched together.

He stretched out his hand to caress the end of the young man's eyes, and rubbed his fingertips, arousing bursts of itching, Yuan Gun opened his mouth, then closed it again, swallowing wildly with restraint.

"How much do you like it?" The man's voice was as cold as usual, and the overly rational voice made the ears of the people under him turn red with shame.Like a ripe apple falling on a branch, when he moved his finger over it, he felt that the place was so hot that it was about to melt into his palm.

"Huh?" Seeing that the person had been silent for a long time, he moved closer again. This time, his lips covered the baby's tense and trembling lips, and he kissed lightly. De Yuangun felt weak all over.

The teasing young man's eyes trembled at the slight intimacy, he swallowed again, his eyelashes blinked and tried to close, but every time they would be opened by the gentle touch on his lips, he couldn't fall asleep, this dream was too real , so real that he wanted to cry.

Yuan Gun sniffed lightly: "Don't do this."

Tears glistened in those bright black eyes, like hidden diamonds.

"I do not want to lose you……"

The eye sockets became more and more red, and the tears suffocated in them grew bigger and bigger, and finally rolled out from the end of the eyes. The fresh and scorching temperature finally shattered into the palm of the man's half-closed hand next to his face.

"Yanyan, no one has ever treated me as well as you—so, don't give me the wrong impression." The tears couldn't be held back once the faucet was opened, Yuan Gun closed his eyes, and let the daylight accumulate for a long time The negative emotions are released with the flow.

At least at this moment, in his dream, he can freely put his shady thoughts on the surface, without worrying about doing or saying the wrong thing, without taking any risks.

This is his dream, and everything in the dream will develop as he expects.

That's why, after hearing his confession, Yanyan still clings to him in an intimate posture, without loathing, without leaving, let alone disappointed and disapproving eyes.

Knowing that it was a dream and still obsessed with it, Yuan Gun felt that he was probably sick, a disease called love, and it was terminally ill with no cure.

Yuan Gun began to give up on himself.

A hand reached out and pinched his chin, then his warm lips.

Yuan Gun opened his eyes a little, and looked at the golden eyes that were so close at hand, so focused and gentle, his breathing rhythm was chaotic due to shame.

The man took the opportunity to get close, guiding him to deepen the kiss.

Yuan Gun's brain was severely hypoxic, and in the end it was completely a mess, lying there in a daze.

The man's silvery and cool hair rubbed against his neck and moved down slowly.

Yuan Gun felt numb on his skin, as if a dozen ants were crawling on it.

"Stop!" He panicked, struggling to wake up from this wrong dream.

It shouldn't be like this, his Yanyan, the most beautiful, god-like existence, shouldn't be desecrated by his imagination in his dream.

Ruan Yan raised his head, and there was that gentle look in his eyes that seemed to drown him: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Gun shook his head, pushed himself on the bed sheet to pull himself away from him, sat up on the head of the bed, leaned against the cold bed, covered his face with his hands, and cried sullenly: "I don't want to have this kind of dream anymore. "

He seems to be particularly fragile tonight, the strings in his mind are not smooth, can't be distinguished, and are intertwined and messed up, which is particularly uncomfortable.

"Baby, don't cry." A big hand stretched out to rub his hair, and embraced him with a fragrant embrace, smoothed it, and finally dropped two kisses on his hair. NFDJ

Yuan Gun leaned against the other party's arms, his emotions gradually stabilized, he began to feel sleepy, and fell asleep again in a 'dream'.

By the next morning, he woke up from his bed.

The sun outside was very good, the sun's light drifted in through the panes and fell on the face, warming it, even the eyelashes were clearly illuminated, and it seemed like light and dust flying in the blink of an eye, like a dream.

Yuan Gun rubbed his eyes, got up, dressed and washed briefly, opened the door and met No. [-] who was waiting outside his cabin early.

Judging by the position of the sun, it is indeed a bit late today.

"Why is your face so red?" No. [-] couldn't help asking, looking over and over his face.

"It's tanned."

Yuan Gun raised his hand and slowly rubbed his face, ears and neck. After thinking for a while, he suddenly asked, "Don't you feel hot?"

Like him, No. [-] tested the temperature of the skin on the head and neck, and looked up at the sky: "It's a little bit."

Successfully fooled the past.Yuan Gun put down his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Breakfast was eaten at Yanyan.

But because he got up late, he didn't see the man when he passed.

"Master is busy."

Yuan Gun heard from him and Lei Si yesterday that he was leaving the base today, so he had to rush to arrange all the affairs of the base.

"When are we leaving?"

Yuan Gun put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and now his state seemed to have completely returned to normal, and he was finally no longer troubled by the dream last night.

"Wait until you finish your breakfast." Number five patted him on the shoulder, "I'll come back in five minutes."

Yuan Gun chewed the preserved egg and lean meat, and nodded.

He was alone in the room again.

I don't know what kind of expression to face Yan Yan for a while...

I was in a bad mood, and even the rare hot porridge in the bowl didn't smell good anymore, it tasted like chewing gum, after a few mouthfuls, I pushed it aside, leaned on the chair and started to be dazed.

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