Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

Qiao Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and an unprecedented sense of relief came over him. He gently turned his neck, but felt an itchy touch coming from his neck.

He lowered his head and saw Song Guo's furry little head. Song Guo's slightly curly hair was scattered messily on his cheeks, making him look even smaller and more delicate, like an underage high school student.

It was not until such a close contact that Qiao Yuan truly realized that Song Guo was simply God's favorite and was gifted with beautiful looks.

At this moment, the young master had fallen asleep, but compared to usual, he was less spoiled and more well-behaved. His long eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow under his eyelids, his nose was small and cute, and his pink lips were slightly pouted, adding a touch of innocence and cuteness to his delicate face.

Qiao Yuan stiffened his shoulders and carefully held Song Guo's little head with both hands, fearing to disturb the sleeping little prince. This was a rare opportunity for him to look at him carefully.

Qiao Yuan's heartbeat became more and more rapid, and the desire buried deep in his heart gradually awakened. Qiao Yuan's hand could not help but gently stroke Song Guo's cheek, as if a soft feather was brushing against her.

Song Guo's cheek moved slightly, as if disturbed by something annoying.

Qiao Yuan suddenly came to his senses and quickly pulled his hand back. There was a storm in his heart, and at this moment Qiao Yuan clearly realized that he had thoughts about Song Guo that he shouldn't have.

Just as Liu Taowen had deep feelings for him, he also developed love for Song Guo. There was no reason and nothing to do with gender. Just because this person was him, he fell in love with her uncontrollably.

After realizing his true thoughts, Qiao Yuan immediately began to plan for his and Song Guo's future. He couldn't fight an unprepared battle, and he couldn't let the spoiled young master suffer with him.

He needs money and power. Only in this way can he bring the little prince in the fortress into his own territory.

Song Guo, who was still sleeping, smacked her lips, and her lips slightly opened, revealing her small tongue, which was hidden behind her white teeth, looming. She was like a shy beauty, making people feel pity and love.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the pinkness and couldn't look away. His throat couldn't help but roll up and down, and a feeling of heat surged in his body, making his entire mouth dry.

Qiao Yuan's eyes gradually deepened and his breathing became rapid. He tried hard to restrain his inner impulse, but his eyes always stayed on Song Guo's lips.

The fresh and tender color seemed to invite him to taste it, which gradually blurred his mind. He couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to touch the soft lips, but stopped when he was about to touch them.

Qiao Yuan took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Now was not the right time, not yet. He needed to reach the top in the shortest time possible. Only in this way would he be qualified to express his feelings to Song Guo.

Qiao Yuan's movement was a bit too big, and Song Guo's head slipped off Qiao Yuan's shoulder. She nodded her head hard, apparently waking up.

"Um... A Yuan, what time is it now? I feel a little hungry." Song Guo rubbed his eyes with sleepy hands, trying to make himself more awake.

His voice was as soft as usual, with a hint of laziness and coquettishness.

When Qiao Yuan heard Song Guo's voice, he couldn't help but feel doting. Qiao Yuan looked at Song Guo's cute appearance, reached out and gently rubbed Song Guo's head, and said softly: "It's exactly twelve o'clock, just in time for lunch."

When Song Guo heard this, he immediately became alert, his eyes lit up, and he subconsciously touched his empty stomach and said expectantly, "Really? That's great! Let's go back quickly, I think I can swallow a cow!"

Qiao Yuan smiled slightly, with a hint of pampering and tenderness in his eyes, but this smile was fleeting, but it made Song Guo fall for it.

Song Guo couldn't help but admire, "It's really a beauty. A Yuan's looks really impress me!" He couldn't help but immerse himself in the beauty of his lover, unable to extricate himself.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were filled with smiles. It turned out that Guo Guo was a hidden face control. Fortunately, he himself had outstanding looks, which should meet Guo Guo's aesthetic standards.

Oh, I was caught by my lover. Song Guo realized that her infatuated behavior just now was discovered by Qiao Yuan. She felt a little embarrassed and coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment. Then she asked with concern: "Um...are you feeling better now?"

Qiao Yuan was about to say: It's nothing, he has adjusted his mentality, and he will distance himself from Liu Taowen in the future. His eyes narrowed, his tone changed, and his voice choked, "It's not good, Guoguo, I didn't expect that the brother I treated sincerely would have such thoughts about me. He even wanted me to sleep with him before..."

Qiao Yuan's voice was choked, and Song Guo felt a pang of pain in his heart when he heard it. Yes, no matter who it was, if there was someone around him who pretended to be straight and wanted to turn his brother gay, he would not be able to accept it for a while.

Song Guo gently patted Qiao Yuan's shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be sad, this is not your fault. Maybe Liu Taowen was just impulsive, or he misunderstood your friendship. No matter what, you have to look forward."

Qiao Yuan nodded, his eyes flashing with gratitude, and looked deeply at Song Guo, his voice a little hoarse: "Thank you, Guoguo. Can you hug me and give me some comfort?"

In fact, deep down in his heart, Qiao Yuan longed for a passionate kiss, but considering the delicate situation they were currently in, he had to compromise and ask for a warm hug instead.

Song Guo nodded without hesitation and replied with a smile, "Of course." Song Guo gently leaned forward, stretched out his arms, gently hugged Qiao Yuan's strong waist, and whispered to comfort him, "It's okay, it's all over."

Qiao Yuan felt Song Guo's embrace and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He hugged Song Guo tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to merge Song Guo's petite body into his own.

He slowly lowered his head, close to Song Guo's neck, with greed and possessiveness in his eyes. He silently said to himself: Guoguo, please love me more, cherish me, and love me! Guoguo, you can only belong to me!

Qiao Yuan’s dark eyes were like a deep whirlpool, bottomless.

Qiao Yuan's arms tightened, and Song Guo felt a little uncomfortable. Thinking of her lover's uncomfortable mood at this moment, Song Guo swallowed her cry of pain, and patted Qiao Yuan's back rhythmically, giving her lover the most intimate comfort.