Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"Ayan."

"Huh?" Aning looked at the beautiful man blankly, his expression a little confused.

"My name, please don't call me Guobao from now on." He didn't like this girly-sounding name, which didn't suit him at all.

"Ang... ok." It took a while for Aning to understand what he was talking about, and he nodded quickly as if he was talking about something. It's up to you to look good.

"So have you really...become?" The word monster is more or less inappropriate when spoken at this moment.

"Yes, that's my true body." The man raised his head, his narrow eyes shone with a subtle light, and the eyes were clear and shallow, giving the illusion of affection when staring at people.

After listening to his words, Aning breathed a sigh of relief, and then stared at his face again, trying to find some trace of the little fox in this beautiful face.

Obviously, apart from those blue eyes, the man and the fox were incompatible with each other and had no connection at all.

"Then, will you change back?" Aning asked again.

"Is this bad for me?" the man replied.

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, only a fist away from Aning. His long silver hair stuck to the back of her hand as he moved, and subtle emotions appeared in his amber blue eyes.

"Aning, don't you like the way I look?"

Breathing lightly on his face, Aning stared at the suddenly enlarged Zhang Shengshi's beautiful face in front of him, with his appearance all in his pupils.

At first glance, it looks a bit familiar.

She swallowed slightly awkwardly, and her breathing rate slowed down by half a beat, "No...no, I was curious, so I asked."

The man was silent, but his expression was slightly relaxed. However, the next moment he raised his arms to hug her, resting his chin on her shoulder, cheek to cheek, and muttered: "I spent a lot of time in order to transform." It’s so exciting.”

The sudden embrace made Aning freeze up. Due to the huge difference in stature between the two, she was forced to raise her head and feel the warmth of his height.

The man spoke very quietly, as if he was speaking to himself, but because he was so close, Aning could hear it clearly.

But she didn't ask him how much effort he put in, because her neck was very sore now, and she was trapped and couldn't move.

So she said dryly: "Good boy...Ayan, can you please let go, my neck is a little sore."

Hearing this, the man let go of his hand and raised his face. His blue eyes stared at her neck quietly, "I'm sorry... I couldn't control myself." Then he raised his hand again, and his cool palm pressed against hers. Her neck.

A warm current penetrated from the skin, and the soreness in the neck slowly eased. Aning heard him say: "Will this make it better?"

"It will be better."

He didn't retract his hand, but hooked the back of her neck in an attempt to hug her again.

Aning felt his intention, put his hand on the man's shoulder in time, and asked him: "What do you want to do?"

"Can't you even hug her?" The man's hand was still on the back of Aning's neck. The depressed mood in his narrow eyes was clearly visible, and his thick long eyelashes were slightly moist.

Aning felt a little soft-hearted. The hand on his shoulder relaxed slightly and she just leaned against him weakly. Her voice couldn't help but become a little softer: "But we've been hugging each other for a long time. Can we hug him again tomorrow?"

The man looked at her silently, hesitated, and reluctantly agreed.

Aning touched his head: "Ayan is so good."

Then she thought that the two of them were now alone, and they were still on the same bed, and the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

She thought for a while, bit her lip and said, "Don't Ayan like the sofa outside very much? You can sleep there tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aning saw the man in front of him getting up from the bed. He was dressed in eye-catching red clothes and had long silver hair hanging down to his waist.

Looking at this posture, she thought he was going outside and was ready to say goodbye.

However, what she didn't expect was that instead of going out, the man directly lifted the quilt on her bed and adjusted the position of the pillow.

After lying down, he stretched out his hand to cover himself with the quilt, revealing an impeccable and beautiful face. His brows and eyes were lightly curved, and he said in a gentle tone:

"I don't like the sofa outside. I want to sleep with you. Don't we usually sleep together?"

"That's different!"

"What's the difference?"

Aning was speechless by him.

He had appeared in the form of a little fox before, so she was naturally comfortable letting "it" go to bed, but now he had transformed into a man, so how could she let him continue to stay in bed under such circumstances?

"It's just...it's just...now you are a human being, a man, and I am a woman. Men and women cannot sleep together. Unless they have a very close relationship, they must not sleep together." She didn't know how to talk to a woman. The fox explained, fearing that he would not understand if he talked too much, so he could only make nonsense.

"Aren't we close? In our place, only close people can touch ears. You touched my ears every day before, so why can't we sleep together?" The man's voice was soft, his language was straightforward, and his beautiful blue eyes turned to her. , seemed to be acting coquettishly, which directly made Aning's ears turn red with embarrassment.

“It’s cold when sleeping alone, but it’s warm when two people sleep together. ”

After speaking, he patted the vacant bed, his crimson lips curved, and his voice was bewitching.

Then Aning lay down next to him uncontrollably, with the faint scent of cedar filling his nose, and his eyelids began to fall uncontrollably.

Until Qing Qian's steady breathing sounded.

The man gently waved his hand to extinguish the light. He leaned closer to Aning and gently put his hand around her waist. He felt more at ease than ever before in his heart.

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When Aning woke up the next day, there was no trace of the man around her. If it weren't for the deep memory in her mind, she would have thought she had experienced a dream.

After picking up her phone and taking a look at it, she sat up suddenly and scratched her head. It was better to arrive early on her first day in the group.

After landing barefoot, Aning went to the bathroom to wash up. When he passed by the living room, he saw the man leaning on the sofa. The man was still wearing a crimson robe, and his long silver hair was tied casually behind his head.

The hand with sharp knuckles was holding a mobile phone. He probably saw something interesting. The narrow and bright eyes were smiling, and the lips were slightly pursed, half-smiling but not smiling, very seductive.

Aning rubbed his eyes and was a little surprised after confirming again and again that what he was holding was a mobile phone.

This guy can play with mobile phones? !

When did you learn it?

Maybe he noticed her gaze. The man suddenly raised his head. A few strands of silver hair slipped into the large white area on his chest. He blinked innocently, his eyes shining brightly. He straightened his back and smiled innocently: "Aning, you are Wake up."

"Well, I'm going out later, can you just stay at home?" Aning nodded, thinking of going to the set later, so she asked him first.

"Okay, then you have to come back early." The man responded eloquently, and when he said the last sentence, he sounded like a "little wife" who hopes that her husband will come home early.

Coupled with his androgynous face, Aning really felt like he was a husband who went out to work.

"I have a scene to shoot today. If you come back late, I will order food for you."

"Good~"