pure love tyrant

Although he was dragged by Mr. Shi Er to do half-night exercise, because of the biological clock, Xun woke up at 06:30 in the morning, yawning and preparing breakfast for the three children.

Looking at the mottled red marks that spread from the side of the neck to the bottom of the T-shirt, Hui Xiao's face flushed.

"Xun, Dad, that bastard bullies you, just beat him! Dad won't dare to hide!"

Zhenyi and Maki, who grew up in a big family, understood Hui's meaning. The two little girls came to Xun's side and urged: "Xin, come sleep with us at night, it will be absolutely safe."

"Hey--"

A man exuding a black aura appeared behind them.

San Xiao was startled and turned around abruptly.

The defensive expression froze instantly.

Then--

"Hahahahaha-"

"...Tsk."

There is a clearly visible circular tooth mark on the bridge of the straight nose of Tian and Tyrant, and there is also one on the neat line of the jaw, it seems that it came from the mouth of the same person.

Coupled with his dark cloud-covered face at the moment, it is very joyful.

The three laughing and tearful children looked at the person who could leave such a mark on the face of the sky and the tyrant—Xun blinked and reacted for a while before he realized that the children were laughing at the tooth marks on Mr. Shier's face.

Immediately bowed his head guiltily:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shier, you said you could bite you, but I didn't think too much about it at that time..."

Shi'er gave a hard look at the few children who dared to instigate their wives not to sleep with him.

Then he spoke softly to appease his wife,

"It's okay, Xun. The face is a kiss."

"Bite if you want..."

He took Xun's hand and caressed his broad shoulders and neck, his muscular chest, and his tight waist.

"...these places are fine."

Xun nodded seriously: "Okay."

Shi'er looked into Xun's clear black eyes and sighed inwardly.

Still have to teach...

One doesn't care.

One has no common sense.

This kind of restricted-level dialogue made it hard for the three children who knew a little bit-the faces of each of them were getting redder.

Maki stuck out her tongue, took her schoolbag, and stuffed the sandwich into Hui and Zhenyi's hands

, urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, I can't take it anymore!"

The three children fled in despair.

The children who got in the way left, Shi Er yawned, stretched out his arms, hugged Xun into his arms, and walked into the bedroom: "Let's sleep again."

Xun: "Hey, Mr. Shier, I still have to tidy up the room."

Shi Er's eyes were sleepy, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time: "No. I can't sleep without hugging."

Xun Worry: "Did you have a nightmare again?"

The head resting on the crest of her neck moved invisibly.

It's a nod.

Xun sighed lightly, and stroked the top of the man's hair: "Ah, let's solve Mr. Shi'er's sleep problem first."

With both hands, Shi Er supported the woman's hips, wrapped her two long legs around her waist, and walked back to the bedroom like hugging a child.

"By the way, Mr. Shier, would you like a glass of honey milk?"

"...No more honey."

"puff."

"……"scratch.

"Hey, okay, don't let it go! Don't, don't, itch—"

In the master bedroom, the curtains were drawn, making the room dark.

The big bed was reactivated, bearing the weight of two people.

On the bedside cabinet, in addition to the framed photo of the three of them, there was also an empty milk cup next to it.

Knowing that Mr. Shir would not be able to sleep because of nightmares, it was when Hiroshi lived next door to the black-haired father and son in Tokyo.

In that kind of long house, the balconies are all shared.

Xun found more than once that outside the door of the black-haired father and son, there would often be a pile of cigarette butts after one night.

At first, Mr. Xun Weishi was addicted to cigarettes, so in order not to affect Hui, he ran out to smoke.

It turned out not to be.

Whenever a cigarette butt appeared the next day, the air pressure around Mr. Shier's body was extremely low.

Like a black wolf without food.

Fierce and irritable.

What happened to Mr. Shir?

The question in Xun's heart was answered after a chance encounter one night.

She happened to come home late that day, and when she went upstairs, she happened to see Mr. Shi Er rushing out of the room, his eyes were violent and sinister, full of strong killing intent and hatred.

Although he knew it wasn't for him, Ke Xun still shivered and stopped.

"It is you."

When he saw her who was standing still, Mr. Shi Er froze for a moment, and turned his head slightly to hide the madness in his eyes.

"Ah, it's me... something happened and I came back late..."

In order to alleviate the embarrassment that seemed to have broken Mr. Shi'er's secret, Xun casually said a few words.

Then the atmosphere became more awkward.

Searching:"……"

Shir: "..."

In the end, it was Mr. Shir who took the lead in breaking the awkward gaze. He took out the cigarette case and lit one expertly.

"Can't sleep, come out to smoke a cigarette."

Piles of cigarette butts, inexplicable irritability, and the scene just now.

All doubts have been answered.

The tall, strong man in front of him was plagued by nightmares.

Xun hurried back to the house to make a cup of hot milk, added a lot of honey, and handed it to the man:

"Mr. Shier, if you don't mind, please drink this glass of honey milk. This is what someone told me, if you suffer from insomnia, drinking honey milk will have a miraculous effect."

"Hopefully it will work for you too."

Mr. Shier's astonished expression when he saw Milk is still in his memory.

He remained silent the entire time, neither answering nor taking it.

Xunya kept stretching his arms, maintaining the motion of handing milk.

Before the night wind took away all the warmth of the milk, Mr. Shi Er finally took the quilt and drank it in one gulp.

then……

He stuck out his tongue with a distressed expression.

"What is this! So sweet!"

Searching:"!!"

Too much honey!

The state of Mr. Shier obviously did not form in a day or two.

I'm trying to guess whether it has something to do with Mr. Shir's occupation.

At that time, Xun didn't know that the Buddhist monastery where Mr. Shi'er grew up was a very fucking place. She just thought that bounty hunters were dangerous jobs, and Mr. Shi'er must have been unable to sleep peacefully because of this.

So, after getting closer to Mr. Shier, Xun told him that he possessed the ability to perceive danger—it was bestowed by a magician who stood in the sea of ​​flowers and looked into the distance.

"Gift".

That magician has a face and a smile that are more dazzling than starlight.When I saw myself, apart from being surprised at the beginning, I warmly invited her to drink a cup of delicious scented tea afterwards.

At that time, Xun Xun didn't have any commendable gifts in his hand, so he picked some interesting things about his travel experience and told the kind magician.

The magician liked the story of Xun very much, and when he was parting, he gave her a blessing.

'The nightmare comes, and the sparks of the bonfire wake the traveler. '

"...This talent has helped me avoid many dangers, it is absolutely effective and reliable! So, Mr. Shier—"

Xun patted his chest, promising the black-haired man.

"With me here, you can rest assured to sleep."

“Absolutely no worries about safety issues!”

At that time, Mr. Shi Er didn't say anything, but the dark green eyes staring at her suddenly brightened a little.

After a while, the black-haired man nodded slightly with his lips curled up.

After that, Mr. Fashre did come to her house from time to time.

Sometimes he would lie on the sofa, sometimes he would simply lie on the tatami, chat with her for a while, and then fall asleep.

And then Mr Shire shared her bed.

Mr. Shier, who seldom wakes up in the middle of the night, suddenly has a nightmare again now?

After catching up on sleep, the two stayed on the bed for a while and didn't get up.So, Xun initiated a discussion on this nightmare issue.

"It's still a question, it must be that I have less time to spend time with me."

"what?"

"Don't underestimate yourself."

The man bullied him, and dropped a kiss between the woman's perplexed and frowning brows.

"Xun is special."

It seemed that he had accepted this explanation, and did not ask further.

As for the real nightmare—the nightmare in which countless people surrounded her and gradually drowned her.

Shir didn't intend to tell her.

Whether it is a dream or anything else, the sky and the tyrant will not let it happen.