The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Jing had a bright smile on his face and said sweetly, "Thank you, brother, for loving me."

Qiong frowned and said, "Don't make trouble."

Ai Wan touched Qiong's hand with satisfaction, thinking he was a good brother who spoke tough but was actually soft-hearted.

After dinner, Jing took You Hongda and Ji Lanlan away. It was just Qiao Fengyu, there was no need for the sister to catch him herself.

It was getting late, and everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Ai Wanxin hadn't had a good rest for several days. After washing up, she lay on the bed in her room and closed her eyes, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Last night, she felt that she couldn't sleep well because she saw too many memories of her past lives in her dreams and her emotions fluctuated too much.

After a long journey today and a trip back and forth to the Bingqiao Residence, she was clearly feeling tired, but as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with all kinds of chaotic images. The memories of her past and present lives intertwined and stimulated her nerves, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

Ai Wanxin lifted the thin quilt and sat up, supporting her head with a headache. She knew she must be in trouble.

She closed her eyes and entered the space. At a glance, she saw the little red dragon lying with its eyes closed, coiled up in a nest made of vines under the redwood forest, its chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Under its huge wings, four little leopard cats huddled together, squeezing the chubby little machine in the middle, and were sleeping soundly.

I really want to find a class for them...

Having said that, Ai Wanxin didn't really bother them.

She originally wanted to ask Xiaoji if he had any information about the demon lord. In her heart, she was always suspicious about Lucifer's death in Zhangcheng.

But since they are asleep, we can talk about it later.

Ai Wanxin sat on the bed for a while, thought about it, and released the kitten from the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

She held the kitten's soft and warm body and took two deep breaths, then stroked its chin, making the kitten's round eyes squint, and a gurgling sound like a small motorcycle starting came from her throat.

Ai Wanxin said softly: "Go and see if Brother Han is asleep."

The kitten meowed softly, licked her fingertips lovingly, jumped off the bed silently, and walked out through the door in a few steps.

Just as Ai Wanxin had prepared her things, familiar footsteps stopped at the door. She turned around and opened the door. Yin Yanhan was holding the kitten in one arm, looking down at her quietly.

Ai Wanxin pulled him in with a smile.

There was only one floor-standing lamp on in the room, and the curtains were all drawn, so the whole room was immersed in a warm yellowish glow.

Yin Yanhan seemed to have fallen asleep before, and he was wearing loose home clothes. However, even though the clothes were not tight, one could clearly see his chest muscles rising and falling with his breathing, his strong waist, and his long legs.

The kitten nestled in his arms obediently, its beautiful black eyes half-closed, looking like it was about to fall asleep. Yin Yanhan let Taowu out, and Taowu opened his mouth and grabbed the kitten by the scruff of the neck, then took it to the sofa nearby. He used his strong body to wrap the kitten in his arms, licked its fur and coaxed it to sleep.

"Are you suffering from insomnia again?" Yin Yanhan held Ai Wanxin's hand with his backhand, stroking it gently, and asked.

Ai Wan was surprised and asked, "How do you know I have insomnia?"

Because when you can't sleep, you will call me.

But Yin Yanhan didn't say it out loud, he just said: "You haven't slept for several days."

Ai Wanxin's face wrinkled slightly, and she said a little aggrievedly: "Yeah, I really want to sleep."

Yin Yanhan took her to the bed: "I'll sleep with you."

Ai Wanxin nodded happily: "Okay, but can you wear that and show it to me first?"

She paused and pointed to the end of the bed with sparkling eyes.

On the white sheets at the end of the bed, a brand new shirt and trousers were neatly folded, with a black leather shoulder holster on top.

It was the same one in the photo that Yin Yanhan sent her today.

For three seconds, Yin Yanhan was speechless.

Ai Wanxin gently hooked her finger on his palm and said expectantly, "Okay, Brother Han?"

"...Okay." Yin Yanhan compromised helplessly.

He walked to the end of the bed, picked up the suit, and turned to walk into the bathroom in the suite.

Ai Wanxin sat cross-legged on the bed happily, holding her chin and waiting quietly.

In the dead of night, there was a faint sound of clothes rubbing against each other and a very slight zipper sound coming from the bathroom.

"Click——" The bathroom door opened and Yin Yanhan walked out again.

His upper body was naked, revealing his muscular and firm chest muscles and his flat and deep eight-pack abs. His beautiful and toned wheat-colored chest and abdominal muscles glowed with sexiness under the warm yellow light.

Yin Yanhan walked towards her, his long legs wrapped in straight dark trousers.

Ai Wanxin looked into his eyes with a hint of doubt: "No clothes on, Brother Han?"

Yin Yanhan lifted up a white vest that was originally sandwiched between his shirt and trousers, and asked in his low and pleasant voice: "What is this?"

Ai Wanxin blinked: "Vest, old man, won't it be rubbing if you wear a shirt without a vest?"

Yin Yanhan was silent for three seconds again.

He put his vest on the back of the chair: "It will be fine in a while."

Yin Yanhan stretched his shoulders and put on the fine shirt. His slender fingers fastened the third button on his chest, which was made of rare shells.

Ai Wanxin stood up, looked at him with a smile and said, "I'll help you buckle it."

In order to button Yin Yanhan's shirt, the two stood very close to each other. The room was very quiet and they could only hear each other's breathing and the infinitely amplified heartbeat.

Yin Yanhan's hanging hands gently rested on Ai Wanxin's flexible waist. The warmth from his palms penetrated the thin pajamas and almost warmed up that piece of skin.

He lowered his head slightly, and in his eyes, as deep as a pool, he reflected Ai Wanxin's long eyelashes, beautiful and straight nose, and soft lips in the warm yellow halo.

There was a light fragrance on Ai Wanxin's body, I don't know if it was the shampoo or laundry detergent she used, but it seemed to carry the warm body temperature, tightly wrapping all of Yin Yanhan's nerves like a net, and it was getting tighter and tighter.

Yin Yanhan's eyes became darker as she moved her hand downwards.

"Okay." After the last button was buttoned, Ai Wanxin smiled with her eyes curved.

She loosened her hand and prepared to move away, but Yin Yanhan tightened his grip on her waist, not only not letting her leave, but pulling her half a step closer to him.

The toes of their two people touched, their noses touched, and their warm breaths intertwined.

Yin Yanhan slowly lowered his head and spoke in a voice as soft as a whisper.

"I'll wear it for you later, okay?"