Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Just you?"

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, the pottery cup that fell to the ground, the air was filled with a slight sweetness, a lot of books were scattered into pieces, and some were accidentally trampled.

"Your Majesty, I...cough cough cough."

Yan Tactic was nervous and covered the quilt, then she finally pulled out an arm from the tightly wrapped quilt and slowly raised it, greeting her as usual.

"Sick, your face is so red?"

"Ah? Ah, it's sick, you can tell."

Only Yan Ce's face was exposed except for the quilt. At this moment, his face seemed to be burning, and the temperature rose wildly.

In the summer night, wrapped in a few quilts, Yan Ce could withstand the high temperature for a while, but the one in the quilt was already at the limit, and slowly moved his lips to the neck of the boy, which was the easiest to break.

The boy had to deal with His Majesty's inquiry while covering the bedding all the time, exhausted.

But your friend's desire to survive is online, and the module is loaded at the same time: the self-cultivation of the actor.

In order to prevent His Majesty from discovering the abnormality, Yan Ce wrapped himself tightly, and his body was so close that he could even sense the other party's soaked clothes.

The sticky and smooth touch accompanied by the scorching body temperature passed without any barrier. The clothes became sticky and transparent due to the excessive penetration of sweat, and even without the refraction of the candle flame, the blush of the skin could be reflected.

"..."

Sir, where have you been...I miss you!

Yan Ce's sage mentality began to collapse, but he forced himself to cheer up. The best way to overcome fear is...to face fear.

Ying Zheng looked at Yan Ce for a moment, although he had doubts, he still loosened his fingers, and Tai A, who had pulled out a little, fell back into the sheath.

"What about Mr. Fei?"

Actually, it's like this, listen to me make it up for you... I can't make it up, sir, no one will take the blame!The first hour when Mr. disappeared, I missed her.

"Sir went to the library."

Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, then skipped the first question unequivocally, and continued to ask, "Why are you resting at Mr. Fei's residence?"

The house collapsed?

Ultraman is coming to destroy the earth again? ?

Sailor Moon vs Alien? ? ?

"That... I, I'm here to clean up for Mr., and sort out the writings left by Mr., the wind chills into the body in the afternoon, and I miss the time by snoozing before I clean it up."

The teenager showed apology and just the right amount of depression. If it were normal, Yan Ce would definitely try to find a topic that the two could talk about to spend their leisure time together, but now... he was afraid that the wonderful time would become too much stuff in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, is that so?"

The boy's excuse sounded far-fetched, and Ying Zheng regarded it as an answer for the time being.

At this time, Yan Ce thought that the woman hidden in the quilt would calm down, but she didn't want her lips to open, and her actions became more and more bold. smell,

Immediately, her teeth pierced the skin of the teenager's neck, and her knees fixed Yan Ce's wiggly arms.

"Hmm!!! Cough cough cough..."

Yan Ce coughed violently to cover up his abnormality, and his face became even hotter.

Are you a cat, why do you still bite people!

"Looks sick."

Yes, yes, as expected of His Majesty the Emperor, how careful, you must mean to let me rest first.

Yan Ce nodded slightly, looking up at the emperor who was slightly soft in his majesty.

"I haven't chatted like this for a long time, and I'm starting to miss the past." Ying Zheng sat on the edge of the bed, tugging Yan Ce's wet hair, "I have something important to wait for Mr. Fei, since she went to the library, night Shen, I want to come back soon, I will wait here for a while."

"..."

Yan Ce's expression froze, and the perfect plan was completely disillusioned...

So, Ying Zheng chatted with the young man about the past, and Yan Ce felt more and more haggard, and Ling Shi seemed to be biting his neck. Things fell asleep on top of him in the stuffy, hot environment.

The young man's face changed from hot to pale after blood loss. He secretly pressed Miss Lingshi deeper and sat up from the quilt.

"I don't know why I give trust to a young man so easily. It sounds strange, but I know that I can entrust the future to you. There is no reason." Looking at Yan Ce's confused expression, Ying Zheng touched the top of the young man's head. Saying strange things in a formal tone.

"It's like in a dream, after dividing a scroll of books countless times, leaving behind a broken ruler, looming."

"There are countless words and memories engraved in the soul, rooted in blood, maybe war, maybe getting along, maybe side by side, between the real and the illusory, but I forgot."

"The strange feeling of intimacy probably comes from this... Today, I seem to have seen some illusory fragment again."

Yan Ce listened carefully to the obscure words of unknown meaning, frowning.

"If you don't understand, you don't need to understand, and I don't understand either." Ying Zheng invited Yan Ce to walk under the moonlight, and the emperor under the moon turned around and smiled.

The moonlight leaked through the swaying gaps in the branches and leaves, and sprinkled on the long black hair.

After seeing Yan Ce relax, her eyes were cold for a minute or two, and she changed the subject: "I don't lift the quilt, and I don't explore what you have hidden,"

"You found it!!!"

Yan Ce's body was half cold.