Zilan

The moment he was caught, Jiang Jiuwan knew that the person behind him was not Yan Zhuoqing.

Yan Zhuoqing's hands should be bigger and warmer, and they should be wrapped around his waist instead of properly supporting his shoulders.

"Thank you." Jiang Jiuwan thanked, and when he looked up, he saw the man's face.

It is a heroic woman, whose face is somewhat similar to that of a Sango, with sharp edges and corners, and green pupils, but when you look closely, she is pure black, with long hair and high bundles, wearing a black short jacket , with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Jiang Jiuwan felt a little familiar for some reason.

"Young master, are you okay?" Her voice was hoarse, as rough as sandpaper, not round and soft like ordinary women.

Only then did Jiang Jiuwan realize that he was blatantly staring at the woman in a daze, and was still being supported by her in a half-embraced position, so he hurriedly got up.

However, someone was faster than him, and took Jiang Jiuwan away from the woman with one hand.

Yan Zhuoqing touched Jiang Jiuwan's whole body back and forth, and when he touched his waist, Young Master Jiang shrank slightly, held his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "itch."

After confirming that it was all right, Yan Zhuoqing let go of his high-hanging heart.

The woman opened her eyes wide when she saw Yan Zhuoqing, and asked in surprise, "Yan Zhuoqing?"

Yan Zhuo paused for a moment before turning his attention to the person who had just supported the young master.

"Fan Jianglong, why are you here?"

Fan Jianglong?Jiang Jiuwan remembered the friend Yan Daxia had mentioned, but he never thought that the person who can stand under the waterfall and push the water back would be a soft... not weak woman.He silently glanced at the woman's shoulders which were a little wider than his.

"Do something." I don't know if it was an illusion, Fan Jianglong gritted his teeth a little, but he still had a familiar smile on his face, "I really didn't expect you to be alive."

Yan Zhuoqing was about to say something when he heard a series of suppressed coughs, and the desert wind at night was slightly cool.

"Then you continue with your work." Yan Zhuoqing said casually, took off his robe and put it on Jiang Jiuwan, wrapping him in his arms: "My friend is unwell and cannot drink. Let's go to rest first."

The Sanger who had just persuaded him to drink lowered his head guiltily, and the plush on the top of his head, which looked like extremely dog ​​ears, also drooped down in a depression.They just thought Jiang Jiuwan was good-looking and wanted to have a drink with him, thinking that Jiang Jiuwan's refusal was just the reserve of the Central Plains people.

"I... I'll take you there." A pretty-looking little girl stood up and looked worriedly at Jiang Jiuwan, whose face was almost pale.

"No need." Yan Zhuoqing wrapped one hand around the young master's waist, put the other through the bend of his legs, hugged him horizontally, turned and walked out.

The little girl looked back and forth between the two of them, blushed inexplicably, and murmured hello.

Being picked up under the eyes of everyone, Jiang Jiuwan held back his exclamation. Although he knew he would not fall, the sense of weightlessness and shame made him hold tightly to the clothes on Yan Zhuoqing's chest.

Jiang Jiuwan and Yan Zhuoqing's tent was near the Crescent Moon Lake. Looking back, they could only see the ashes of the bonfire and the open fire, but could not hear the sound of singing and dancing.

The quiet lake reflects the tranquility that should not belong here, and the moon sinks into the center of the lake.

Although the tent was prepared temporarily, and the things inside were crude, it was well-equipped with everything it should have.

After Yan Zhuoqing put the young master down, he hurried to get a bowl of water with a ball in his hand.

Having become a doctor after a long illness, Jiang Jiuwan could vaguely distinguish the medicinal ingredients in this ball and what it was made of by smelling the bitter medicinal fragrance in the air. Even if he didn't know what it was, as long as it was Yan Zhuo Even if he handed it to him, he would take it without hesitation.

After Jiang Jiuwan took the pill, his complexion gradually softened. At any rate, he was not so pale, but a little more bloody. It was much more effective than the soup and medicine he drank when he was in Jiang's house. He couldn't help being curious: "Hero Yan, what is this?"

Yan Zhuoqing touched his face: "I don't know either. A friend gave it to me before, and it seems to be good." Yan Zhuoqing couldn't help laughing, and began to think about when to take the young master to find the guy who had disappeared for many years , Maybe he can take good care of the little son's body.

Jiang Jiuwan moved closer to his palm, trying to occupy all the warmth without leaving any gaps.The moment his eyes touched the smile on Yan Zhuoqing's mouth, he suddenly lowered his gaze: "It seems that Hero Yan has a lot of friends?"

"Friend?" Yan Zhuoqing was chewing on the meaning of these two words.

"Lord Wen, Shopkeeper Xue, Boss Sang and...Miss Fan." Jiang Jiuwan thought it was weird to be called "Miss Fan", but couldn't find a more suitable title.

He lowered his eyes to stare at the raised cashmere on the bed, so as not to let Yan Zhuoqing see the ugly emotions in his eyes.

"If these are friends, then there are quite a few." Yan Zhuoqing didn't know what to think of, and smiled, "Some people are quite interesting, I will take you to meet them later."

Jiang Jiuwan suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

Yan Zhuoqing suspected that the corners of his eyes and brows were hooked, otherwise how could he involuntarily want to approach him and kiss him when he bent over.

Rubbing with his fingertips outlined Jiang Jiuwan's eyes. When the rough calluses brushed the corners of his eyes, the corners of his eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking down, she landed on the same pale lips, if she hadn't met the young master's clear eyes, Yan Zhuoqing almost wanted to rub her hands.

"Hero Yan?" Jiang Jiuwan tilted his head in doubt.

Yan Zhuoqing took his hand and kissed his thumb: "I should go, young master, rest early."

Yan Zhuoqing felt that since he hadn't drunk it for many years, this Sang Ge's wine was even stronger.

Jiang Jiuwan subconsciously held his hand: "Aren't we together?"

These days, Jiang Jiuwan is used to sleeping in the same room with Yan Zhuoqing, and he never expected to be separated.

"Young master." Yan Zhuoqing bullied him, spraying hot air, and brushed the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, "If I stay here any longer, I don't know what I will do."

I don't know if it was because of the heat or Yan Zhuoqing's words, or both, but Jiang Jiuwan's skin was dyed a thin pink, even his knuckles.

Yan Zhuoqing held his hand and kissed him again: "I'm leaving."

Young Master Jiang nodded hesitantly.

When Yan Zhuoqing left, a corner of the hanging curtain was lifted by the wind, and Jiang Jiuwan was brought back to his thoughts.

He buried his face in the palm of his hand, trying to quickly hide the redness on his face, but he remembered that Yan Zhuoqing had kissed his palm just now, and his face was even more blushing.

Just now, he actually wanted to ask Daxia Yan to stay, and he could do whatever he told him to do.

Really... shameless.

Young Master Jiang wanted to hide himself completely.