High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 2000 Do something else?
After watching for a while, Lin Zhaoxia raised her head and drank all the yogurt in the cup in one gulp, then casually rubbed the corner of her lower lip, turned around and sent the cup downstairs, and when she came back, Yang Moyan just came out after washing.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hair was still wet, with water dripping down.

Lin Zhaoxia glanced at her, went to the bathroom to take out the hair dryer, ran to the bed, half-kneeled behind him, and directly dried his hair.

Yang Moyan's hair is of very good quality, running her fingertips through the strands of hair, Lin Zhaoxia carefully dried Yang Moyan's hair until it was dry before pressing off the blower.

I planned to get up to send it over, but I didn't move my legs for a long time, which caused Lin Zhaoxia's legs to go numb...

As soon as he moved, the young man hissed. He was still holding the blower in his hand, and he lost his balance. In the end, he lay on Young Master Yang's back.

Yang Moyan knew that the young man's legs must be numb, and knew that she had accidentally pounced.

But still chuckled, and asked jokingly, "Put yourself in your arms?"

Lin Zhaoxia: "Did you take too much medicine in the middle of the night?"

A boy is your boy after all.

If you want to piss people off, that's merciless.

Yang Moyan raised his brows, just thinking it was funny.

He raised his hand to bring the hair dryer, and then suddenly dragged the boy up with both hands behind his back.

Lin Zhaoxia paused, "What are you doing?"

"Hold tight, I won't drag you if you fall." Yang Moyan said casually, and then stood up without warning.

Lin Zhaoxia made a short ah, and then shut up.

At first, before he could react, he regained his composure, and put his arms around Young Master Yang's neck, resting his chin on the man's shoulder, "What are you carrying me for?"

"I want to carry it."

Yang Moyan opened the bathroom door and put the hairdryer in.

Lin Zhaoxia sighed on his back, "You won't really eat something weird and lose your IQ?"

Yang Moyan raised his brows sharply, "Don't always doubt your boyfriend."

Lin Zhaoxia was on his back, knowing that this person couldn't see, but she still rolled her eyes without hesitation, "Tsk."

Yang Moyan paused, and suddenly said in a low voice, "It's quite heavy."

Lin Zhaoxia's hearing is very good, so she heard it at the time, her lips curled up, and her arms went straight to this guy's neck, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words, Young Master Yang."

Yang Moyan chuckled, and put him on the bed, "I'm just kidding."

After arguing for a while, Yang Moyan turned off the headlight, leaving only the small warm yellow lamp beside him beside the bed.

Raising his hand, he wrapped the boy in his arms, "Go to sleep."

Lin Zhaoxia closed her eyes, "I can't sleep anymore."

Yang Moyan paused, and then said, "Then do something else?"

Lin Zhaoxia: "What?"

Yang Moyan pulled the person aside again, lowered his voice, "For example..."

Before the three words fell, the guy's hand was already restless, and his fingertips were about to poke in from the hem of the boy's clothes.

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

She didn't understand it at first, but now what doesn't she know?

Raising her hand, she pressed the man's hand directly, and then raised her eyes, "Are you okay?"

Yang Moyan: "Little boyfriend, your thoughts are very bad. Why do you always hope that your boyfriend will get sick?"

Lin Zhaoxia: "Oh."

He smiled inexplicably, and then stretched out his legs suddenly, almost kicking Yang Moyan off.

Yang Moyan thought that his little boyfriend was quite strong, but he didn't make a fuss anymore, but pulled him back and put him in his arms, but looking at the other's face, under the warm orange light, The eyebrows and eyes that set off each other softened a lot, Yang Moyan didn't hold back, lowered his head, and approached the corner of this man's lips——

(End of this chapter)