After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao turned around and closed the door softly, walked to the edge of the bed with the candied haws and medicine bottle in his hand, looked at the snowy dumpling nestled in the bedding, and couldn't help but softly said, "Get up and take medicine if you're not asleep."

Yun Jian lingered under the quilt for a while, as if trying to figure out his mood, and finally revealed a pair of black pupils quietly: "Are you going to punish me?"

Sheng Huaizhao found that he really couldn't lose his temper with Yun Jian during the day.

He has always been like this, if others treat him well or badly, they will pay back ten times.

In the previous night, Yun Jian turned his sword at every turn, hurting him four times and three times with suspicion, so he was determined to stay away from Yun Jian.

If Bingshan could talk as easily as Bai Ri, Sheng Huaizhao didn't want to torment him like this.

Sheng Huaizhao leaned against the bed and handed the candied haws to him: "I'm sorry."

Yun Jian looked at the candied haws, only to realize that Sheng Huaizhao didn't look into his eyes when he apologized in a low voice. He slowly let go of the hand holding the corner of the quilt, leaned close to Sheng Huaizhao's face, and rubbed him like a pet.

"Why do you want to apologize, my lady?"

Sheng Huaizhao's thin lips were slightly pursed, and he froze for a moment under his pure gaze, then he opened his eyes with a guilty conscience: "...Anyway, I'm sorry."

This was the first time he showed a childish and awkward look, Yun Jian's eyelashes were slightly opened, and his eyes followed him closely.

Sheng Huaizhao was uncomfortable being stared at by him, frowning and stuffing the candied haws in his hand: "What are you looking at?"

Yun Jian smiled lightly, lowered his head and kissed the remaining sugar on his fingertips: "My lady is beautiful."

Sheng Huaizhao withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and stood up abruptly: "From now on, just call me by name, and you are not allowed to call me a lady."

His expression was still cold, Yun Jian lowered his eyes: "Oh."

Sheng Huaizhao was made a little uncomfortable by Yun Jian's expression. The protagonist is at least sixteen or seventeen years old, and he has long passed the age of eating candied haws. His gift is a bit inappropriate.

He hesitated for a while, and then said: "You can skip it, this medicine should not be bitter."

As soon as the words fell, he bit half of a sugar-coated hawthorn. This was the first time Sheng Huaizhao saw him eat. He was as gentle as a young master of some school, and he sipped the hawthorn as if he wanted to taste the year of the hawthorn.

Sheng Huaizhao was leaning against the wall, looking out of the window against the setting sun. He had been wearing books for a while, and this was the first time he had seen such a bustling street market after leaving Sheng's mansion.

Hearing from the buddy that today is the Shangyuan Festival, the small town is full of joy, the fish and flower lanterns are hung in the street, and the villains on the gold-sprinkled rice paper are active among the imitation damask paper. Sheng Huaizhao watched for a long time without knowing it.

When he came back to his senses, Yun Jian had already finished eating the hawthorn skewers, and was sitting on the bed watching him quietly.

Sheng Huaizhao met his gaze, silently waiting for Yun Jian to speak.

Yun Jian cautiously said, "...Huai Zhao, do you want to see the lamp?"

The sound of Huai Zhao gave him goosebumps, but it was still a little stronger than the phrase "Ms.

"I don't want to." Sheng Huaizhao closed the window to isolate the hustle and bustle outside.

Yun Jian lowered his head slightly, and said in a very soft voice, "I see that you are obviously a little lonely."

The lights and festoons seemed to fall into Sheng Huaizhao's eyes, he just stood quietly, but he showed a dullness that was incompatible with this place.

Yun Jian was annoyed, if he hadn't forgotten the past, maybe he could guess whether Sheng Huaizhao was homesick.

The quilt was lifted suddenly, Yun Jian was stunned for a second, and then saw Sheng Huaizhao sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning lazily: "I'm sleepy."

Yun Jian hurriedly gave up his seat and asked tentatively, "Huai Zhao, do you want to sleep with me?"

Sheng Huaizhao was suspicious: "Do you want to sleep on the floor?"

Yun Jian shook his head, saw him approach quietly after lying down, raised his hand to caress his chest: "Huai Zhao, it hurts here."

The position on the chest is unusual, Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously asked about the system of the sea of ​​knowledge.

System: The magic core is causing trouble... maybe if you move closer to him, he will feel better.

As soon as Sheng Huaizhao had an ominous thought, Yun Jian poked his fingertips into his palm and tapped his knuckles lightly.

"Can we sleep together?"

Two people lying on the same bed are obviously "together", but when Yun Jian asked such a question, Sheng Huaizhao felt that he had ulterior motives.

The little crying bag looked pure, but his mind was extremely dexterous.

"Just for a while." Yun Jian hid his face halfway under the quilt, carefully discussing, "I'll wake up in a while."

The system that has been offline for half a day in the sea of ​​consciousness: so pitiful.

Sheng Huaizhao: "...sleep, sleep, sleep."

Yun Jian's body temperature was high, and it was already warm under the quilt. When Sheng Huaizhao leaned down, he seemed to be leaning against a small stove.

He was lying upright, Yun Jian turned sideways, even if he closed his eyes, he could feel the straight gaze on the side of his face.

"Close your eyes." Sheng Huaizhao just wanted to rest and recover as soon as possible.

There should be an hour before dark, and he has to recharge his energy to deal with the iceberg that will beat, kill and divorce his wife at night.

But Sheng Huaizhao only remembered that Yun Jian was tossed hard, but he forgot that he hadn't closed his eyes for two full days, and he lost consciousness not long after leaning on the bed.

After noticing that Sheng Huaizhao's breathing was stable, Yun Jian, who was pretending to be asleep, waited for an opportunity, gently wrapped his arms around his waist, and slowly embraced him.

Sheng Huaizhao was a little more supportive than expected, Yun Jian pressed against Sheng Huaizhao's hair, and closed his eyes contentedly.

By the time the consciousness dimly gathered together again, it was already completely night.

Sheng Huaizhao turned his lower body sideways, only to find that his waist was tightly entangled, and his limbs seemed to be bound by a wall, unable to move.

His thoughts were confused, and he stretched out his hand slowly, only then could he feel the muscle texture through the excellent material of brocade.

Sheng Huaizhao woke up instantly, raised his head stiffly, and found that Yun Jian was only a finger away from him.

...It's night now, holding him tightly is a cold-faced iceberg.

Luckily he wasn't awake yet.

Sheng Huaizhao breathed a sigh of relief slowly, tensed all his muscles, and sat up from the bed silently.

After stabilizing his body, he cautiously lowered his head to look at the person beside him. Yun Jian's eyes were still lightly closed, apparently not waking him up.

Very good, Sheng Huaizhao slowly turned sideways, planning to roll out of bed in one go.

But as soon as his waist and hips moved, he realized that something was wrong. He wondered if the little crying bag was too reckless when he took advantage of it. His hand actually buckled Sheng Huaizhao's belt, which had been loosened after he twisted it just now.

Being forced to undress belongs to yes.

Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes wearily, and carefully tried to snap his knuckles away, but when he just touched Yun Jian's fingertips, he blocked it with his backhand.

Yun Jian's hand moved away, and a piece of Sheng Huaizhao's skirt fell loose.

The person behind sat up slowly, taking advantage of the thin moonlight through the window, opened his blood-stained pupils.

The person who was still confronting him in the dark prison last night, because of the divorce letter, was leaning against the edge of the bed with disheveled clothes and disheveled black hair.

...how could this be the case.

Sheng Huaizhao quickly thought of an excuse in his silence, and guessed one out of thousands of emotions: "...Do you want to ask, why did we sleep together when we clearly reconciled?"

Yun Jian's voice was cold and cold: "Say."

"Let me ask you first." Sheng Huaizhao calmed down, "Even if you fall asleep, you can still feel someone approaching you, right?"

Yun Jian's silence was a disguised answer.

Sheng Huaizhao had a clue: "If you don't want to, I can't get half a step closer to you, can I?"

Yun Jian sarcastically said, "According to what you said, I wrote the letter of divorce myself, and I hugged and slept with you?"

"Embracing? You think it's beautiful." Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and hooked his robe, "I see clearly, you untie my belt without authorization!"

The soft white silk slipped through the fingers, very fast and sly.

"I should have settled some accounts with you a long time ago." Sheng Huaizhao snatched back the tie and quickly rearranged his robe. "Although I used to be engaged to you, but now you have divorced your wife. Next time you dare to touch me again..."

Sheng Huaizhao snorted, with an expression of letting him go this time, turning his head and wanting to leave while he was fooling him.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, her wrists were clasped by slightly cold knuckles, and then her body lightened, and the world spun.

Yun Jian escorted him back between the mattresses, restrained Sheng Huaizhao's wrist, and said slowly, "There are many lies."

The verdict close to the pinna, and the warm breath dyed Sheng Huaizhao's temples hot.

"...Go away, what are you doing so close, do you want to touch your hands again?" Sheng Huaizhao was still stubborn, staring at him in the dark.

Yun Jian's eyes were narrowed, and he was not easily aroused by his provocation.

After writing and leaving the book in the dark prison, he sank into the Lingfu to re-examine the memories of the past few days, and found that his "mother" had been confronting him all the time after recovering from illness.

And every time he opened his eyes, he would wake up in a different place, and it was all night.

Shiwai Mountain, Yanfeng School, the inn...everything is full of doubts, Yun Jian doesn't believe that Sheng Huaizhao and that monk alone can take him around.

Thinking about it now, the divorce letter was too reckless, and he should have settled down to follow Sheng Huaizhao's actions to find out the truth.

Now when he wakes up, this person pretends to be calm and wants to run away, Yun Jian will definitely not let go.

Sheng Huaizhao instinctively felt that Bingshan's attitude had changed. In the past, he would definitely want to beat and kill him as if he had been tainted with innocence, but now he was so quiet that he was a little uneasy.

Yun Jian's voice was cold: "You first explain why we are here."

"Is this important? Can Mr. Yun let go of your ex-husband? Could it be that you woke up and started to regret it?" I'm out of luck?"

Sheng Huaizhao tried his best to disgust him, hoping that this person would get angry and get rid of him.

He really wasn't afraid to fight hard against the cold-faced iceberg, but he was so gloomy that he seemed to be plotting something.

The fingers that had been holding his wrist tightened and then loosened, just when Sheng Huaizhao thought he was finally going to have a fit, he heard Yun Jian sneer coldly.

"The past was intimate? Tell me, what have I done to you?"

This time it was Sheng Huaizhao's turn to be silent.

The system, which had been on standby to watch the show, couldn't hold back its applause: Bingshan had suffered so many beatings, and it was finally a war of words.

However, the system was not relieved for a long time, and Sheng Huaizhao looked desperate.

"What did you do to me? Heh, what the fuck did you say seven times in one night?"

Yun Jian: "..."