Heather who counterattacked

1. Best friend chapter: Ulysses

Cyril was drowsy.

A hand gently wrapped around his waist.Seeing that he didn't move, the next second the whole person came over.Rubbing his head lightly against his shoulder socket, after a while he looked at the fragile neck and seemed to feel his index finger move, he licked it and bit it.

His complexion has always been pale, and no matter how excited he is, he will not be stained with blood. Even though he knows that it is a normal phenomenon inherited from the family, there is still an unexplainable strangeness, especially against the crow-feather hair, which is even more obvious. A kind of soul-stirring aesthetic feeling, which makes people unable to move their eyes away no matter what.

Seeing that the movements were getting more and more excessive, Xi Ruier pretended to be dead, raised his eyelids in pain, frowned, and tried to push the person down.

"Ulysses!" His tone was warning. "Sleep!"

"I'm not sleepy." The slightly deep voice was filled with a clearly visible smile, and the deep amber eyes were slightly narrowed, as if thinking about where to start, "Do something else?"

After pushing, he didn't move at all, his legs had already been pressed against his knees by this guy's foresight, and Cyril was so annoyed that he reached out and pressed his face, pushed his head to the side hard, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few One word: "But I'm tired!"

"No, you are still very energetic." Ulysses obediently followed his strength and tilted his head. While he was not paying attention, he grabbed his hand and crossed his fingers on the pillow. In this position, he smiled and bowed his head to kiss Kissing the corners of his lips, eyes flickering and staring at the beautiful scenery in the pajama buttons that were loosened while struggling, blinking slowly, "... angry?"

Cyril stared at him blankly.

Ulysses couldn't help laughing, his eyes always had a faint calmness and wisdom that seemed unshakable by anything, and it was more agile than Cyril's emptiness, as if he had completely seen through Everything he saw was like that, even with the indulgence and leisure of looking down from above.

The soft lips lingered on his bare shoulders for a moment, and finally gave up after leaving a slight tooth mark, and I couldn't bear to use more force, then took out the hand that slipped neatly into the pajamas, and circled him He turned over at the waist and hugged the person tightly in his arms.

"...Hey!" Cyril tapped his chest, also dissatisfied with being held in such a posture now.

This time, the person under him didn't move.

Xi Ruier supported his chest with his hands, trying to break free, but just as he lifted his upper body, he was pressed down on the back of his head and kissed him hard.It was too late to even struggle, and he couldn't even breathe involuntarily.The kiss was fierce, even predatory.When he was let go, he tilted his head and gasped for breath, his brain was still in a daze.

Ulysses gently pecked at his forehead, and then returned to the previous gentle smile, turned slightly to make the person in his arms lie more comfortably, and then helped Cyril straighten the messy pajamas, with gentle movements It's not at all like the one who kissed forcefully just now.

"Hey, aren't you tired, sleep well."

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2. Old Enemy Chapter: Mr. Black Rose

Cyril was drowsy.

My thoughts have already stepped on the clouds, sinking into the soft clouds and slowly dissipating, and I am only a step away from a deep sleep - if it is not for the hands around the waist that are just about to move.

Watching the clouds disperse with a whoosh, the feet are forced to step on the ground again, and the veins on the forehead are slowly showing, when the hands are so unwilling to get into the pajama pants... Cyril's waking up is also bad , As long as you don't wake up naturally, you will always have a headache when you are disturbed.So now he has a headache.

Grabbing that hand and shaking it away, he was so annoyed that he lifted the quilt and sat up, planning to sleep in another room. The person beside him seemed to be able to sense his intention, and the hands that were still vacantly resting on his waist immediately disappeared. Pulling him tightly into his arms.

"Cyril~" The sound quality is more beautiful and gentle than all the voices I have ever heard. Once upon a time, I did not dare to show my habitual carelessness and arrogance. Now I even deliberately carry a little soft grievance.

"Let go!" Cyril said lightly.

Lance blinked slowly.How can I let it go?At least I could hug my waist and put a back on my back just now, now let him go obediently, when he wakes up from a full sleep, he will definitely be hated, and the hated will be even heavier... I can't figure it out, I have tried everything All kinds of methods have tied people together with themselves, everything that needs to be said has been said, everything that has to be done has been done, and everything that needs to be solved has been solved... Even, he can die for himself, why—— - Still don't want to see him like this!

Cyril decided to do it herself.Turned over, pressed his chest and planned to get up, but the arm around his waist was very obstructive, tightly locked and refused to relax at all, his strength was not as strong as others, and he couldn't grab it away.

"Let go." This time, the tone was calm and even a bit like a storm was about to come.

"...I was wrong." Yiyi was reluctant to let go of her hand, but still couldn't hold back, she held his head and kissed his eyes lightly.

But showing weakness doesn't work at all!Cyril just glanced at him lightly, got up and was about to get out of bed.

Lance grabbed his wrist, feeling very tangled in his heart.He didn't dare to use force, but just looked at him pitifully.

Cyril broke off his fingers one by one in front of him.

...too cruel.

Lance froze there and didn't dare to move.But he found that Xi Ruier sat on the edge of the bed for a while, motionless.He didn't know what he was thinking, his expression was quiet, his pupils were empty and faint, just like what he had seen many years ago, as if nothing could enter his eyes.

I wanted to call him out, but suddenly remembered something, and I forcibly held back.

Cyril sat for a while, but didn't get up and go out as she originally thought, but turned around again, calmly returned to the original position, and lay down with her back facing him.

Lance blinked his eyes, blinked again, thought wildly for a long time, stretched out his hand cautiously, put his arms around his waist tentatively, saw that he didn't refuse, he was so relieved, and lay down obediently.

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3. The Loyal Dog: Tang

Cyril was drowsy.

In the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.Destined to stare at the ceiling for a long time, slowly stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and touched his slightly cool forehead, only to feel that his brain was entangled with various thoughts, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

After a while, he turned his head and looked to the side.The man was lying securely.Face up, hands and feet are straight, and the posture is so standard that it can be used as a textbook template.Cyril doesn't like to have things pestering her when she sleeps.Tang maintained his high level of vigilance all the time... so even lying on the same bed seemed to mean that the well water did not interfere with the river water.

Cyril stared at him for a while, and finally couldn't help pushing his arm: "Don!"

"Don't pretend to be dead!" As long as it was about this guy, he would have a headache, "Say it clearly first!"

Continue to sleep soundlessly.

Xi Ruier jumped up angrily, pinched his neck and twisted: "When will you stop causing trouble?! Sooner or later, I will have to collect your body!!"

Tang finally opened his eyes, the black pupils glowed like jade, making them look a faint blue.He was still very clear and did not show any drowsiness.He just reached out and touched Xi Ruier's face, and said, "Go to sleep."

...the bastard!

Dare to be awakened in the middle of the night was not yourself, so you can't understand other people's anxiety at all?But every time he got into trouble, he always acted as if nothing mattered!Even if the artist is bold, there will always be times when the boat capsizes in the gutter!Let others be anxious to death for him!

"Don!" Cyril's voice was a little tough, and his eyes were so sharp that they could pierce a person's body.

Tang was silent for a long time, then stretched out his hand to put him in his arms, turned over and overwhelmed him.

"...Sleep."

The head resting in the hollow of his shoulder mumbled like this.

Cyril wants to kill.

The author has something to say: 3.21

By introducing a side story, the author is forced to come to a conclusion that Xi Ruier is the subject, and Xi Ruier can only be the subject... Dear friends who do not read non-attack articles can abandon the text bird~〒▽〒

Emma may have been doomed when the author set the power slag for Cyril...unless there are new CP candidates...these three candidate CPs, the force value is really too strong...Σ (っ°Д°;)っ

PS: Seeing that the chapter number of this chapter is 40, you read it right...why was chapter 29 yesterday and now it is chapter 40... This is JJ's new anti-theft method, recommended by the editor... the author ...just give it a try.In the future, dear friends, just look for the chapter before the episode~ It will have no effect on Naomi~

PPS: This episode is unexpected... There should be a chapter of the text tonight[]~(￣▽￣)~*

PPPS: By the way, the extra episode has been released, is there anyone to make up for the long comment~ (Okay, the author is whimsical 〒▽〒