High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 868 This Is Upright, I'm Coaxing You
Yang Moyan was still indifferent, "It's because of this dish that I've been tossing like this."

"Blame you."

"Huh? Blame me?"

Yang Moyan repeated the last two words very slowly.

Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows, wanton and arrogant, "Your rule, supper should be light. Also, you still hate me when I'm injured. Doesn't Young Master Yang know that the wounded person's mood is the most important factor in determining the wound?" How fast does it heal? You are affecting my mood, so it seems that my wound will not heal for a while."

Yang Moyan smiled very slowly.

It's a fight for a teenager to be unreasonable.

"Forget it..."

Yang Moyan seemed to want to say something.

But in the end, when the words came to his lips, they disappeared.

Lin Zhaoxia narrowed her eyes, "I am like this? What?"

"It's nothing." Yang Moyan threw an apple to the boy, "It's comforting, eat something."

"Unappetizing."

Lin Zhaoxia narrowed her eyes and threw it back.

"Snack for a while, that's delicious."

Yang Moyan put back the thrown apple.

Unexpectedly, the young man stood up directly, tall and straight, with a very straight figure, fighting against the light like that, but it made the young man's white and tender skin, and the delicacy between his eyebrows and eyes more and more obvious.

"I lost my appetite, I'm resting."

Leaving such a sentence behind, Lin Zhaoxia was about to retreat with one stride of her long legs.

But he was grabbed by Yang Moyan from behind.

The apron that Lin Zhaoxia was wearing hadn't been taken off yet. The white apron still had some oil that had just been spilled on it.

At this time, Yang Moyan was sitting on the sofa, raised his hands from behind lightly, and grabbed the two sides of the boy's apron, pulled the boy back, and sat down next to him, pressing his shoulders, "Little Emotion ?”

Lin Zhaoxia glanced at him, her voice was very clear, she looked the same as usual, "No."

Yang Moyan smiled, his forehead resting on the young man's shoulder, his voice was still flat, but deep and magnetic, "Duplicity."

Lin Zhaoxia only felt that her shoulders were itchy.

After moving twice, the side face was clicked.

That touch.

Somewhat cool.

And very soft.

She was slightly taken aback.

Turning his eyes sideways, he looked at Young Master Yang with raised eyebrows, "Playing hooligan?"

"Is my little boyfriend Chinese taught by physical education?" Yang Moyan smiled very shallowly, "This is fair and honest, coaxing you."

Such words made Lin Zhaoxia's fingertips twitch.

coaxing her?
She reached out and touched the kissed face.

The corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, "I'm really insincere, just coaxing like this?"

Yang Moyan raised his eyebrows. There was no one in the huge front hall, so he tilted his head and placed a corner on the boy's lips.

"enough?"

"not enough."

"greedy."

"Each each other."

Yang Moyan then leaned against the young man's shoulder again, and smiled lightly.

Really.

There is no way to completely take the young rascal and shameless.

"I will compensate you slowly in the future."

This sentence, he said a little meaningful.

Those dark green pupils deepened even further.

But these teenagers didn't see it.

Just listening to that sentence, the corners of his lips curled up, the evil sycophant with a good-looking arc.

After supper, fearing that Lin Zhaoxia would be in pain again when she was sleeping, she took apart the gauze and reapplied the medicine, wrapped several layers of gauze before taking the boy upstairs.

He personally tucked up the quilt for the young man, and watched the young man close his twinkling eyes, about to fall asleep, but he didn't leave right away.

Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed like that, her eyes fell on the young man's face, and her eyes traced from the center of the eyebrows to the chin.

(End of this chapter)