Help, I've become a paper man

Yan Changyue's appearance is extremely beautiful, and most of the time, she is attractive to Song Yi. What's more, as they talk, they come to the bed, and the next moment, they are about to fall on the bed.

Song Yi's heart was beating wildly. He subconsciously tried to control himself, to avoid suddenly transforming into a beast at the critical moment. But wait... what critical moment? !

He wasn't thinking either!

Song Yi denied himself once again, put aside his chaotic thoughts, and was half-pushed and half-reluctantly led into the bathroom by Yan Changyue.

He was all by himself... er, with a cat?

In short, when Song Yi started taking a bath, Yan Changyue did not follow him in, but when he left the bathroom, Yan Changyue had finished bathing and was sitting beside his bed, looking refreshed.

Song Yi couldn't help but ask: "You said asking for shelter, is it just a sense of ritual?"

Can't we go back? Can't we go again? Aren't we afraid of waking up the housekeeper?

Song Yi was very active in complaining, but Yan Changyue just smiled and didn't answer. However, when he lowered his eyes, even the shadow of his eyelashes revealed his innocence, so how could people bear to care about it anymore.

You are using your beauty to commit crimes, right?

Song Yi thought indignantly, so he simply took two steps forward, picked the person up, and deliberately used the same posture that the other person had used to hold him to carry Yan Changyue to the bed before putting her down.

Yan Changyue sat down, and when she fell to the head of the bed, she turned around and pulled Song Yi, pulling him to lie down together.

Song Yi's complacency disappeared immediately. He raised his hands in panic, his muscles tensed in an instant, and he stood still without being pulled over.

For a moment, he was proud of it and felt that he was slightly better, but the next second, Yan Changyue's chuckle was heard.

He suddenly came to his senses and realized that the current situation was not a competition between the two of them, but... but...

He gradually felt embarrassed and put his arms around Yan Changyue, leaning forward again, deliberately avoiding the other's body. Song Yi climbed onto the bed carefully and turned to the other side before he overcame his heartbeat and fell steadily on the bed.

In order to save space, the hands are folded, as if being buried.

Probably the same peace.

At least at this moment, even if he couldn't remember the past clearly, he subconsciously played the Great Compassion Mantra in his mind.

"What style of wedding do you like?" Yan Changyue said.

The question was so sudden that Song Yi was stunned for two seconds before he asked "What" and then quickly added: "Are you going to marry me?"

Yan Changyue asked back: "Of course, don't tell me... you don't intend to be responsible for me?"

The more you talk, the less sense it makes.

Song Yi was speechless for a moment, but gradually realized that the other party was teasing him, so he said, "No, Master Yan, I'm still a baby, I'm not old enough."

Yan Changyue laughed out loud, her curved eyebrows and eyes looked even gentler, but when she spoke again, she said:

"Yes, you are still a baby. It is normal for a guardian to coax you to sleep."

"You'd better say it in a normal way." Song Yi responded jokingly, not taking it to heart.

If it were in the past, he would still be a little uncertain, but now Song Yi has seen through it. His financial sponsor only talks and even touches him through cloth.

One cannot help but feel that... compared to young Xingchen, Yan Changyue is more like an innocent boy, which really does not live up to the face of this eight hundred predecessors.

Song Yi sighed in his heart and shook his head slightly to express his wild thoughts.

Yan Changyue didn't know what he was thinking, but it was not hard to guess what he meant by his actions. It was really challenging to one's patience, or in other words...

"You seem to be encouraging me to continue." Yan Changyue said, and then she reached out her hand to Song Yi, placed her palm on his neck, and slid along his skin, slowly reaching into his hair, and gently pushed him towards her.

The fingertips rubbed across his scalp, causing a slight itch. Song Yi's body trembled slightly. He subconsciously raised his hand, grabbed the other's wrist, and restrained Yan Changyue's movements.

Yan Changyue's hand stopped and did not continue, but her other movements did not stop and her body continued to lean forward.

Their breaths met again. Yan Changyue raised her head, rubbed her nose against his, and her forehead touched his.

He could smell the other person's scent, a clear citrus scent that seemed a bit sweeter than before, like ripening fruit pulp.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Song Yi swallowed subconsciously, but his cheeks were a little slower, the temperature slowly rose, and his breathing became heavier.

It's a really wonderful atmosphere.

Song Yi said: "I have a competition tomorrow."

Yan Changyue chuckled and asked, "So?"

Song Yi's lips had just opened, and the sound had not yet left the tip of his tongue, when Yan Changyue turned her head, and her warm lips fell on his cheek, and her voice became light and fluttery.

At least that's how Song Yi felt.

"So you need to have a good sleep." Yan Changyue said.

No? Wait? That's it!?

Song Yi opened his eyes wide and was about to say a few more words, but Yan Changyue stepped back again, putting some distance between them.

"Go to sleep, the competition is more important. Don't be afraid, I will stay with you." Yan Changyue said again.

Like an adult coaxing a child.

Song Yi sighed, knowing that what had just happened was indeed to coax him. The ambiguous atmosphere was also a special way to help him quickly relieve his anxiety.

Yan Changyue added: "There will be a banquet at the end, and I will be with you this time."

Song Yi said, "Okay, after this is over, I also have something to ask you and talk to you about."

At this point, Song Yi suddenly thought of something. The time of the competition venue is synchronized with reality. If the copy is also a competition item...

This time the "copy time" is the same as reality.

Then in Yan Changyue's world, they would not be separated for too long. Even if he still had something to say, it would not be too late to say it then.

Song Yi closed his eyes and said, "Good night" as he adjusted his sleeping position.

Yan Changyue also said: "Good night."

The two snuggled together, their heartbeats gradually calmed down, and they slowly fell asleep in their embrace.

Before falling asleep, Song Yi was still thinking, if as Jian Nuanyang said, Yan Changyue is the moon to some people and the night to some people, then... Yan Changyue is his light.

This was not a peaceful night. Among the contestants in the next round, some withdrew from the competition, and some died. For a moment, people were in panic and rumors spread.

As time changes, the number of people to be selected decreases, and the number of people confirmed to participate changes unpredictably, sometimes increasing and sometimes decreasing.

No reminder sounded, but many people were paying attention. The night was about to end, but the dawn sun had not yet risen.

Song Yi had fallen asleep and was not aware of the changes, but he still slept uneasily, as if he was trapped in a nightmare, even though Stardust does not dream.

Yan Changyue opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the sky, and also through the darkness, looking at the location of the sea of ​​stars. His lips opened and closed, and he said silently: Get out.

At the same time, he raised his hands to cover Song Yi's ears. The disturbing sounds dissipated with his movements, and Song Yi's breathing gradually calmed down.