Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Although the system has repeatedly ensured that there is no difference between the villain and the toy that can make noise, Song Yanqing still has a strong sense of disobedience.

He Chuanhua still maintained the posture of half-embracing him in his arms, and his movements were a little tough, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

Song Yanqing wanted to see He Chuanhua's expression, and when she turned around, her lips brushed He Chuanhua's cheek lightly.

He only felt that He Chuanhua's body stiffened for a moment, and his face, which was reddish before, became even hotter now.

Song Yanqing subconsciously wanted to break free, but was firmly bound by his arms.

The distance between them was very close, and He Chuanhua had just taken a shower, so he was only wearing a towel.Song Yanqing's hand was touching He Chuanhua's skin, pressing against his chest.

The heart under his hand was beating vigorously, and the warm body temperature spread to Song Yanqing's palm.

He Chuanhua seemed very nervous, he was breathing rapidly.He wanted to chant a mantra silently to calm himself down.But his mind is full of love for this person.

He Chuanhua's hair was still dripping water, the water droplets slid down his hair, landed on Song Yanqing's shoulders and disappeared without a sound.

I don't know if it's because the fan is turned on too low, or it's just too hot in the summer night.

Song Yanqing only felt that it became difficult to breathe, he pressed He Chuanhua's shoulder, and never pushed him away.This is just a hug, Song Yanqing thought, and it will only be a hug.

He Chuanhua noticed Song Yanqing's softening, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and tentatively said: "I want to kiss you, is it okay, Yanqing."

Song Yanqing could hear that he was trying his best to restrain his desire, and put his hands on his waist.She lightly pressed his waist through his clothes, but didn't dare to move again.

The other hand touched his right wrist at some point, and secretly held his wrist, trying to cover the red cloth strip tied on it.

Song Yanqing didn't answer, He Chuanhua hugged him silently for a long time, Song Yanqing heard him whisper softly: "I love you, give me a chance to kiss you, okay?"

His voice was rarely softened, and Song Yanqing's heart trembled when he heard that cautious tone.

At this time, a system notification sound suddenly came from Song Yanqing's mind: [Real-time data, the Taoist priest's dependence on you is 98/100, evaluation: If you don't agree, I will deal with you directly. ]

Song Yanqing swallowed what was about to be blurted out, and her originally chaotic mind instantly sobered up.

He patted He Chuanhua's arm, looked up at the man's upright face, and said to himself that little things are hidden deep.

He Chuanhua's eyes were frighteningly bright, and he pursed his lips tightly, trying to restrain his impulse.

Song Yanqing didn't struggle, and He Chuanhua didn't read any emotion of fear or disgust in those eyes.

He Chuanhua thought to himself, he only kissed once, and if Song Yanqing resisted, he would let go immediately.

He Chuanhua thought about it, and kissed tentatively.Song Yanqing didn't make any drastic movements, but turned her head slightly to avoid his kiss.

"I'll go cut the watermelon." Song Yanqing took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "It's almost twelve o'clock, eat some watermelon and go to bed, didn't you say that you have to go to T University to see the situation tomorrow?"

He Chuanhua didn't speak, he rubbed Song Yanqing's shoulder, and grudgingly hummed.

Song Yanqing was about to get up and go to the kitchen when He Chuanhua suddenly stood up and walked quickly into the bathroom.

Not long after, there was a sound of water in the bathroom.Song Yanqing rubbed her face, her mind was full of the scene just now.

While cutting the watermelon, he said to the system: "He looks like Mo Nanchen, I'm done for the system, I'm done for." '

[I'm sorry, I don't understand your mood. ] The system replied.

'It looks like a human being, either he likes to pinch his head or button his eyes. Song Yanqing said reminiscently: "Did you see that the way he held me and pinched the villain's head is not the same as when the leader pulled my eyeballs." '

[Mr. Song doesn't like it? ] asked the system.

Song Yanqing recalled the hand feeling and said: "This type of romance is a bit abnormal, I think I still need to get used to it for a while. '

He paused, cut the watermelon heavily and said, "I feel like I'm about to change my mind, system, baby, can you give me an idea?" '

The system was silent for a while, then replied: [Objectively speaking, it is not considered a change of heart. ]

Its voice was extremely low, and Song Yanqing couldn't hear it clearly. He let out a bewildered sound, but the system stopped talking.

For some reason, Song Yanqing always feels that his system has become less and less dedicated recently.

Song Yanqing brought out the watermelon, He Chuanhua bit the watermelon in his mouth, and stared at him intently.

His eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to push Song Yanqing down on the table and eat it up.

Song Yanqing lowered her head, pretending not to see anything.

Song Yanqing didn't sleep soundly at night, he dreamed that the man who molested/molested him turned into a villain and was held in his hand.He Chuanhua looked at him with a smile, and then squeezed the little man's head hard with his fingertips.

Blood splattered on He Chuanhua's face, his eyes were slightly squinted, the corners of his mouth curled up, for a moment he looked very much like Mo Nanchen.

He also dreamed that Feng Tianjiao was kneeling in front of the two graves, crying hoarsely. In the dream, the dancer rushed towards the blood knife ancestor with red eyes, but was crushed by the blood knife ancestor, broke her legs and threw her into a brothel. He was rescued by the monk Miaozhen who came again.

He had many dreams, one fragment passed and the next fragment passed.

Finally, he dreamed of a man.

The man was sitting on the edge of the cliff, wearing a red dress and holding a jug of wine in his hand.

There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the moonlight was exceptionally bright. The man was drinking wine with his back turned to him.

Song Yanqing held a sword in his book, Song Yanqing had never seen this sword before.But he knew it was for himself, because it was engraved with 'Yan Qing. '

The man finished drinking the wine in the jug, and slowly turned to look at Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing subconsciously called the leader, he took a step forward to get closer to him, but after the person turned around, he saw He Chuanhua's face.

The wine slipped down his chin, sank into his neckline, and soaked his red clothes.

'You came. The man hooked his lips and said, "Come here, Yan Qing, come to me." '

Obviously he has He Chuanhua's face, and Song Yanqing still has that person in his heart.But in the dream, he walked towards the man step by step as if possessed by a demon.

He put down the sword in his hand, let the man take off his clothes, and pushed him against the boulder beside him.

'You are still so obedient. The man kissed Song Yanqing's eyebrows and murmured: "No matter what I do, you won't resist. Do you just like me that much?" '

'Like it. '

Song Yanqing knew that this was a dream. In the dream, she lay obediently under the man, speaking in a trembling voice.

'I like whatever you do. '

The man laughed, and he said softly: "I can only speak nicely, as if you remembered me." '

His voice was very soft, covered by the wind in the mountains, as if he had never appeared.

He Chuanhua lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, and when he heard Song Yanqing's breathing calmed down, he turned around and moved closer to Song Yanqing's side.

Song Yanqing trusted He Chuanhua very much, after what happened tonight, he would still sleep with him defenselessly.

He Chuanhua knew that he had the appearance of a gentleman, but he was not a gentleman.

What Song Yanqing said was right, that villain did have sympathy with that man.

He tilted his head to observe Song Yanqing, the moonlight came in from the window and sprinkled on Song Yanqing's face.

He Chuanhua carefully stretched out his hand and gently pressed Song Yanqing's lips. The touch on the fingertips was as beautiful and soft as He Chuanhua imagined.

He Chuanhua watched for a long time until he was sure that Song Yanqing would not wake up suddenly.He caressed Song Yanqing's cheek, lowered his head and kissed his lips softly.

Even though he knew Song Yanqing had fallen into a deep sleep, He Chuanhua still grabbed his wrist, as if worried that he would struggle.

He Chuanhua's heart was beating violently, he licked Song Yanqing's lips carefully, as if he wanted to firmly remember this feeling.

The idea of ​​killing Hongji has been lingering, his brain wants him to let go of his love for his children and spend his whole life fighting demons and defending the way.

But He Chuanhua doesn't want to care about those things now, he just wants to kiss his beloved secretly.

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Song Yanqing was woken up by He Chuanhua, another dormitory of T University was on fire, and He Chuanhua worried that the soul left inside would make Hongji stronger.

Song Yanqing washed his face in a daze, he knew that he had finished dreaming all night, but now he couldn't remember any of them.

He stared straight at the mirror, and said to the system with a light snort, "Why is my mouth swollen?" '

[Mosquito bites. ] The system replied in seconds.

Song Yanqing pressed her lips and said doubtfully, "It's not itchy either." '

[It may also be bitten. ] The system replied

Song Yanqing was taken aback for a moment, his body stiffened, his cheeks gradually turned red.

The system said calmly: [Mr. Song is angry? ]

Song Yanqing patted her face and said in despair: "I'm done, I'm not only not angry, I'm even a little happy." '

The system smiled emotionlessly and said: [Mr. Song is happy. ]

Song Yanqing calmed down for a while, pretended not to notice anything, and dragged He Chuanhua to the breakfast shop downstairs.

There are always some cheap and delicious snack bars near the university. After Song Yanqing rented this house, she found this steamed stuffed bun shop downstairs.

The TV hanging on the wall was showing the morning news, and He Chuanhua looked at it from time to time while drinking the vegetable porridge.

When he saw a piece of news, He Chuanhua's movements suddenly stopped.

The man who molested/molested Song Yanqing died suddenly in the police station yesterday. This is the news from the police.But He Chuanhua knew that the police were afraid of causing panic and concealed the real cause of the man's death.

He Chuanhua still remembered how fierce Song Yanqing's reaction was when he twisted off the villain's head.

He looked at Song Yanqing, who was watching TV with a bun in his mouth, and He Chuanhua felt a chill in his heart.

Song Yanqing looked at the pile of mosaics on the TV, and said to the system in a daze, "What did you mosaic again?" '

[Mosaic. ] The system calmly replied: [I'm sorry, probably there is a bug in my system, I will find a solution as soon as possible, and report it to my superiors in time. ]

Song Yanqing didn't quite understand this so-called BUG. After looking at the mosaic for a while, he looked away.

I don't know if the system's BUG also affected his hearing. Now he can't hear the voice on the TV clearly, but he can hear other people's speech clearly.

"Yan Qing." He Chuanhua called out.

Song Yanqing murmured and looked at He Chuanhua in doubt. After He Chuanhua observed his expression, he made sure that he didn't have any resistance towards him.He Chuanhua slowly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a gentle smile. He tapped Song Yanqing's forehead with his fingers and said, "What are you staring at the TV for?"

Song Yanqing couldn't say that he was guessing what was behind the mosaic, so he replied, "In a daze."

The smile on He Chuanhua's face grew wider, he said with a smile: "Don't look, let's eat, we will be very busy today."

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It's over, if I go to your Huahua and Ai.

Don't hurt me any more! ! ! !Please, I just hugged, I really didn't do anything else, please, let me go, please, please.

Let me go...five times, let me go