Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

When He Tongtong saw that her second brother was disobedient, she tried her best to dissuade him. Only then did He Nanjun agree to stay and has stayed until now.

In fact, Cang Yehao was a little selfish in his heart. If Nan Jun went back, he would have no excuse to follow them back to Heling Castle. He once again had to rack his brains to find a way to get close to Nanjun.

But this time he had to go home anyway and couldn't follow him to Helingbao. I feel so reluctant to give up, so I can only delay for a little longer.

Cang Yehao had always been careful to hide his thoughts in front of Nan Jun, trying hard not to let anyone discover his dirty thoughts. He Tongtong's incident was an accident. He was scared to death at the time, but fortunately He Tongtong was an exception. Not only did he not call him a pervert, she felt sorry for him and helped him cover up. He was grateful to He Tongtong, so he was willing to protect her.

The only time I could stay with him quietly like this, look at him wildly, and trace his delicate outline inch by inch with my eyes was when Nanjun was asleep.

Cang Yehao quietly sat on the edge of the bed, tucked him in, and then looked at the person sleeping peacefully on the bed.

He Nanjun and He Tongtong had a fair and flawless face, and the curled eyelashes under the distant dark eyebrows were like two feather fans, fanning his heart all the time. It also covered up the gleaming brilliance in the eyes on weekdays. The straight nose bridge is like a hanging gallbladder, and the red thin lips are slightly tilted, like cherries waiting to be picked.

With his delicate and cold face, coupled with his fairy-like temperament, every time Cang Yehao saw him, the love in his heart became stronger.

At this moment, Cang Yehao's mind was filled with every detail of the past when the two of them got along.

His heart-wrenching yet unspeakable feelings were stuck in his chest with nowhere to vent, weighing him down so much that he couldn't breathe, and he felt like he was about to explode. Until he could no longer suppress the turbulent emotions, he fled quickly for a while. After he calmed down again, he appeared in front of Nanjun again with the elixir or making an excuse.

He appeared in front of him several times a year. Knowing that he could not travel far, he described to him various experiences on the road, and also shared with him the gossip he heard from other people's families.

Only then would Nanjun smile wildly at him and look at him with burning eyes, making him mistakenly think that he also liked him.

But when the two met again, Nanjun would be distant and indifferent to him. Even when Nanjun was ill and in a bad mood, he would yell at him, point at his nose and tell him to get lost. His heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and he had to think of ways to calm his emotions. Often at this time he could only hide his heartache and leave quietly.

When he appeared in front of Nanjun again, he naturally greeted him as if the last incident had never happened. The two seemed to be back to the way they were when they first talked happily.

But no matter how good a "friend" is, it's impossible to talk to him endlessly every day. Sometimes, when he doesn't want to leave and can't find an excuse to stay, he feels that that's the most uncomfortable and torturous time.

In this way, he lived in pain and happiness for more than 20 years. He cherishes every time he spends with Nanjun.

Just like looking at the person on the bed at this moment, Cang Yehao knew that the time to be together was getting shorter and shorter, and he was very reluctant to let go, very reluctant to let go. Staring at the red lips of the man on the bed, he swallowed involuntarily, wanting to bite them desperately and let him feel his deep love.

Cang Yehao tried his best to control his emotions. He couldn't do that, he couldn't pierce the window paper. In this way, Nanjun was always cold and hot towards him. If he broke the window paper, Nanjun would definitely never see him again, and would look at him with disgust, which he couldn't bear.

He didn't dare to gamble, so he just stayed with him for a while from time to time, and he was satisfied.

It's just that people often say that only coughing and love cannot be concealed, and even more difficult to restrain. Not loving is temporary, but being cute is torture for a lifetime. Cang Yehao has been tortured to death even in his lifetime. Thinking that they were about to be separated again, the raging love that he had just suppressed surged up again.

Staring at the bright red lips, he couldn't help lowering his head, thinking that just touching them lightly would be enough. He held his breath, his heart pounding like a drum, for fear of waking up the person on the bed.

He got closer and closer, and finally got his wish and kissed the red color again. It was still as soft and sweet as in his memory, and the delicate and moist touch made him want to stop. He thought about giving it a brief taste, but his body didn't obey his orders and made him go deeper involuntarily.

Suddenly, the person on the bed's eyelashes like cattail leaf trembled, as if he was about to wake up. Cang Yehao evacuated quickly, watching in shock as the person on the bed fell asleep again.

His heart was beating wildly with no intention of stopping. Looking at the flawless handsome face on the bed, he looked completely trusting and defenseless. Let him severely despise his dirty behavior just now, how could he blaspheme Nan Jun, who he cherished so much in his heart.

While he couldn't let go of his shameful behavior just now, he was also recalling the beautiful touch and sweet taste just now. The two emotions stirred up his heart and liver. Unable to stay here any longer, he quickly turned around, opened the door and left, not forgetting to close the door gently before leaving.

It's just that he didn't see that the moment his back disappeared, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, staring straight at the departing figure, his bright eyes gradually filled with mist, and for a moment, the corners of his eyes softened. A crystal teardrop slowly slipped down and disappeared into the pillow.

He Nanjun sighed softly, his fast heartbeat gradually slowed down, and he looked at the tent ceiling without focus. The complicated emotions in my heart could not calm down for a long time.

His brother Yehao, what is he going to do with him?

He Nanjun is just in poor health, and he is not a piece of wood. Are you a fool? Of course he could understand the love that Cang Yehao tried hard to hide in his eyes.

He had discovered it a long time ago. At first, he was shocked and felt very shameful. It made him even more panic-stricken, fearing that someone would discover their dirty thoughts.

Although he has never experienced what love is like, he also knows that a man should not show so much love to him that the possessiveness in his eyes would overwhelm him.

He was afraid of being discovered by his close family members, and even more afraid that if word spread, people would know that the second son of the He family was a broken sleeve. Just imagining the scene of being reviled, accused, and even humiliated by thousands of people was unbearable for him.

So at first he was repulsive, even disgusted, towards Cang Yehao, and he didn't even want to see him. Especially when he felt that Cang Yehao looked at him with more wanton eyes. He took advantage of the pain of his illness to attack him with the most vicious words in the world, and even hit him on the head with blood, just to keep him away.

Cang Yehao left, and he breathed a sigh of relief. But when he saw Cang Yehao again, who was still enthusiastically sending his sincerity to him, and when he saw that the wound on his hand holding the elixir had not yet healed, his heart could not calm down for a long time just like now.

What made him even more confused was that when he saw someone again, his heart began to beat "dong dong dong".