The male protagonist has a crush on this seat's vest

Fang Yun's personal maid was carefully grinding ink for him, when she saw him suddenly stand up and walk out, she didn't dare to ask him what he was going to do, but subconsciously followed two steps.

Fang Yun glanced back at her, and said flatly, "You don't have to follow."

Seeing his icy eyes sweeping past her, the maid trembled all over her body for a moment, and immediately knelt down on the ground with limp legs, and Nuonuo replied: "Yes."

Why is this girl looking like a trembling chicken again?It was good to be so close when I was grinding ink by his side just now, but when he glanced at it, it was as if the plague god had descended on Parkinson.

Fang Yun glanced at her again, sighed in his heart, his chest heaved slightly for a moment, and then he saw her shaking even more fiercely.

It's been a day-to-day life, and I don't know what kind of bt life I'm living.

"En." Fang Yun didn't order her to stand up again, but restrained his gaze, and stopped giving her eyes to cause the other party's misunderstanding.

It was night now, and there were only soldiers on guard and a few maids carrying lamps in the magic palace.Seeing Fang Yun came out for a stroll, they cautiously lowered their heads not daring to look at him, trying to reduce their sense of existence, not to mention asking him what he was doing.

In fact, Fang Yun had already gotten used to this kind of feeling, so he was not surprised, so he walked quickly along the road to his practice room alone in the dark.

When Fang Yun walked into his avatar along the teleportation array, he felt suffocated for a while, and his nose was stuffy and humid.

...I'm afraid it's getting wet again.

He blinked, waited for a while, and struggled violently in the straw mat until his fingertips also warmed up.

When he left last time, he wrapped himself tightly, and now it was still the same as when he left, and it might even become tighter because of the humidity in the air.

Fang Yun twisted and struggled in the narrow space, trying to get out of the straw mat, and at the same time couldn't help recalling a word in his mind: cocooning oneself.

How safe and happy you wrapped yourself up when you left, how hard you will struggle when you come back.

After a while, Fang Yun's pale hand suddenly rested on the edge of the dark sarcophagus, and then dragged himself out like a caterpillar.

Fang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and heaved a sigh of relief, then stood up quickly.

When he was struggling in the straw mat, he messed up his clothes and hair bun, which looked quite disgraceful.

The place where Qi Yan made his voice is not too far away from here, and it probably won't take long for him to come here.

Fang Yun began to tidy up his cuffs.

It would be a bit embarrassing to see him in a mess when he came over.

On the other side, Qi Yan walked the road he walked earlier in anxiety in the darkness.

Earlier, he secretly moved Brother Fang's body, and secretly kissed him with that shady little thought.

He didn't realize what a terrible thing he had done until he woke up after being frightened by the crows homing home.

In a panic, he was worried that the other party would find out what he was doing, so he immediately wrapped Brother Fang's body intact, put it back in a hurry, and then ran away.

He ran back the same way as if fleeing, and rang the rattle halfway, pretending to be just out.

Qi Yan knew that Fang Yun's perception was very strong, but he couldn't figure out the depth of it. He wondered if he would notice any clues when he woke up at this time.

He was restless all the way, walking a lot slower, and when he returned to the original place, he saw Fang Yun crawling out of the coffin.

He was standing there, with jet-black hair loose, holding his own headband in his mouth, and combing the black hair draped over his shoulders with his hands.

When Fang Yun appeared in front of him in the past, he was always well-dressed and polite, but he had never been so casual.

His complexion was already pale, and his cheeks were a little thin. Now, with his black hair draped over his shoulders, he looked even weaker and softer.

Qi Yan looked at Fang Yun who was already moving, and was slightly stunned for a moment.

Fang Yun had also noticed his arrival, and quickly took off the hair tie he was holding, then raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled gently: "You think of me, I thought you forgot me Woolen cloth."

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