After awakening the evil god, it was marked

"Are you too tired recently? Why did you fall asleep here?" Yan Hui asked.

Yan Zhijin rubbed the back of his head and asked, "Is the meal ready?"

"It's done." Yan Hui helped him rub the place where he bumped, "Eat directly, or sleep for a while?"

"I'm not sleepy." Yan Zhijin shook his head, "I'm just..."

He couldn't tell either, obviously this was the time when he was full of energy, why he fell asleep out of nowhere today.

"Go to sleep after eating." Yan Hui rubbed his head for him, and adjusted his collar by the way.

"Did you do something just now?" Yan Zhijin asked suddenly.

Yan Hui froze, his eyes moved to the side, and a trace of obvious tension flashed across his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked pretending to be calm.

Yan Zhijin frowned, rubbed his neck, and said, "I was dreaming, dreaming that you..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly felt that the touch of his fingertips was not right.

Why did he feel that his skin was a little swollen and his collar was wrinkled.

His face sank, and his voice hinted at anger: "What did you do?"

"I just wanted to call you when I was done, but when I found you were asleep, I—" Yan Hui pretended to look at the scenery.

"Just what?"

"I kissed you." A smile broke out on the corner of Yan Hui's mouth.

His smile was very bright, as if he was reminiscing: "When you were sleeping, you lowered your head, and your neck was just exposed, like...it seemed very beautiful, the stem of the flower, I couldn't hold it back for a while."

"You...don't say it." Yan Zhijin blushed and covered the back of his neck.

Yan Zhen seemed to be still immersed in pleasant memories: "It seems that we haven't enjoyed such a time for a long time. You don't know, you kiss..."

"Stop talking, eat!" Yan Zhijin stood up from the chair abruptly, staggered with his legs that had been numb from sitting for a long time, forcing him to hold on to the wall, and stared at Yan Hui in an uneasy manner.

Yan Hui stood up with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms thoughtfully for him to lean on.

Yan Zhijin clapped his hands away loudly, and limped towards the dining room.

Yan Hui probably regarded him as a cat, and all the dishes were fish.The broken bones and spines were strained out of the previous dashi stock, now with the tofu meatballs.

Yan Zhijin had just woken up and had a bad appetite, so he ate everything slowly.

While sipping the fish meat from the bone, he recalled the dream just now.

The last scene of being bitten by the black snake should be because Yan Hui took advantage of him to sleep and secretly nibbled on him.This is probably also the reason why he suddenly switched from the third perspective to the first perspective.

When he thought of this, he still blushed involuntarily.Fortunately, the fish soup was hot, and it burned people's faces.

What about the front one?

He thought of the content of the first half of the dream, and the fish in his mouth suddenly lost its deliciousness.

He stirred the meatballs in the bowl, thinking casually, are those the past between Yan Hui and that god?

According to the analysis of the knowledge he has learned, the dream is just a broken and reorganized memory.But Yan Zhijin still wants to trust her intuition.

He thought that was their past experience, but he didn't know why in the last dream, they were still affectionate, but in this dream, Silver Snake suddenly became indifferent.

And it seemed that Silver Snake didn't really hate Black Snake, nor was he really busy.

Thinking back to the behavior of the silver snake, he felt in a trance that he had become that silver snake.

For...jealousy...lost...blind...

Because I will pay attention to him unconsciously, I will be happy because of his approach, and I will start to feel sad when I find that he may like other people.

This violent mood swing is of no benefit to him, and it will also make him lose his rational judgment.

If you completely cut off contact, you won't be at the mercy of your emotions.

Yan Zhijin's heart stopped beating, and the porcelain spoon in his hand fell heavily into the bowl.

He didn't even respond to the splash of fish soup on his hands.

Yan Hui stood up and wiped the fish soup on his hands carefully.

Yan Zhijin took the paper towel he brought, wiped off the soup stains, and picked up the spoon again.

Yan Hui sat back, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Did you just have a nightmare? What kind of dream?"

Yan Zhijin shook his head, drinking the soup silently.

The soup is actually not hot anymore, it is warm and suitable for drinking.

He scooped up several spoonfuls in a row, suppressing the flustered feeling.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to have done the same thing as the snake.

Because of work reasons, Yan Xun was inexplicably snubbed.He clearly said that he didn't do anything, and when he was in country A, he confessed his love so directly.

It's just that he was really busy during this time, and that silver snake might not be that busy.

If it was him who was ignored by Yan Hui in this way, he should have said goodbye to him long ago.

It's because no matter how indifferent he is, the day will pass, so he can't let go.

What Meng Qianlin said was not pleasant, but it did wake him up.

He was so indifferent.

Yan Zhijin drank the last bit of soup in the bowl, put down the spoon, wiped his mouth ritually, with firm eyes.

He specially asked Yan Hui to go home today, in fact, he just wanted to make it clear to him.

Just like what Yan Tingxue said before, you can't think about it yourself, you have to see what the other party will do.

He stopped Yan Hui who was about to clean up the bowl, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, I've been busy with my research these days, so I didn't pay much attention to you."

"It's nothing, you do your own thing." Yan Hui thought for a while, smiled, leaned over to him, and asked, "Are you going to take a break and prepare to make it up to me?"

"I didn't mean to say that!" Yan Zhijin shrank his neck and stepped back.

"Then what do you want to say?" Yan Hui asked curiously.

"I want to ask... I still want to ask..." Yan Zhijin was so nervous that his palms were sweating, but on the surface he pretended not to care, "What happened to you and that god before?"

The smile on Yan Hui's face disappeared instantly, and his eyes wandered for a moment.

He asked cautiously: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"I've been thinking about that piece of slate recently, and I want to see if you have any clues here." Yan Zhijin was holding a tissue.

"You've been researching my venom recently." Yan Hui gently poked at his excuse.

"I'm going to find an expert to analyze the composition of that stone slab in the near future."

Yan Hui let out an "oh" and continued to clean up the dishes.

It seems to be too roundabout to ask this way, and I don't know when I can ask what I want to ask.

Yan Zhijin pinched the palms of his hands, forced himself to calm down, and said, "I had a dream recently."

Yan Hui nodded to show that he was listening.

"I dreamed..." Yan Zhijin lowered his head and said politely, "I dreamed of a black snake that looks like you, and a silver-white snake."

He took a deep breath and said, "I dreamed that the two snakes were mating."

Yan Hui didn't speak for a long time.Yan Zhijin guessed that he must have been stunned.

His brain was running fast, imagining the possible reactions of various words.

"You want to ask if that silver snake is him, right?" Yan Hui put down the bowl and chopsticks, and walked around to him.

"En." Yan Zhijin replied in a low voice.

"I should have said, if that silver snake is you, then I like him," Yan Hui knelt down on one knee beside him, slightly raised his chin so that he could see his face, narrowly A smile almost overflowed from the words, "Professor, so what you just had was a dream."

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