Monk, this child is yours

After Wu Jian left, Ye Qingshuang was bored and angry, Yan Huayan and Huo Ling were not by his side, and he didn't bring anything to pass the time, so he had to turn out the tablet from the space, turn to the fairy tale place, and prepare to read the fairy tale Listen to Fatty.

In fact, sometimes when he was bored, he would read fairy tales to Fei Fei. He knew that although Fei Fei couldn't understand it, it was still necessary to cultivate some literary atmosphere for Fei Fei.

Every time Feifei listened to him tell a story, he would fall asleep soon after. He somehow felt that his son might not be material for reading at all.

Before Ye Qingshuang finished reading a story, Feifei closed his eyes tightly, and then he began to seriously think about the things between him and Wujian.

He didn't call Wu Jian a "master" like before just to express his dissatisfaction, but even if he called Wu Jian a "monk", Wu Jian was not angry at all, and he was as gentle as Wu Jian in his impression.

This had to remind him of the Wujian he saw a few nights ago, which was not at all the same as the Wujian who took care of him during the day today. Why?

He couldn't figure it out.

When Wujian leaves, he will ask Wujian how long he can stay here in order to find the truth about this matter.

He felt that if Wujian couldn't return to his original state this time, and he no longer had any feelings for him, he would never look for Wujian again in the future, even if he and Feifei lived alone, it didn't matter.

He hugged the sleeping Fatty and thought about many things, before he fell into a dream without knowing it.

Ye Qingshuang was awakened by a pair of warm hands stroking and stroking, yes, just stroking on his body, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but at the same time felt a little familiar.

At the beginning, those hands touched his cheeks, and he felt itchy, so he opened the other's hands, and then those hands began to caress and touch his back at some point, he moved his shoulders and couldn't shake them off , He opened his eyes suddenly when those hands stretched into his robe to caress and touch his chest.

The room was pitch black, and through the open window, the moonlight came in, and he could vaguely see that the furnishings in the room were not the guest room of Tianxi Temple that he stayed in during the day, but the room that was entwined and entwined at night.

He was startled, and when he looked at the person who had those hands along the hands that were making trouble for him, he really saw Wu Jian whose face was covered by cold scales.

Wu Jian's eyes were very cold, but he looked at him very seriously.

Wujian in front of him has no sense of what he should do now, even if he wakes up and looks at Wujian, Wujian's movements of stroking and touching his chest still don't stop.

Ye Qingshuang saw that the other party had no intention of stopping at all, so she had no choice but to grab the other party's troublesome hand and ask, "Who are you?"

Isn't this man free?Although he has Wujian's appearance, what he can do is nothing like what Wujian should do, so he asked this question.

Wu Jian was not as silent as last time, nor did he turn a deaf ear to his question like that time.

Wu Jian looked at Ye Qingshuang's cheek for a long time, then tilted his head and muttered to himself: "...Shuang..."

The moment Ye Qingshuang heard that word that seemed too small to be heard, he opened his eyes wide, with clear water in his eyes. He hurriedly sat up, grabbed the monk robe of the person who was about to cover him, and asked Said: "What did you say? Say it again? What did you say just now? Say it again?"

He was afraid that the word he had just heard was an illusion.

He had already planned to give up the relationship with Han Feixue, he felt very tired, but why did the person in front of him give him hope when he was determined to give up.

He was afraid that the monk in front of him would disappoint him after giving him expectations, so he didn't want to hear the man repeat his name, but he really wanted to hear it.

Wu Jian blinked his eyes, his eyes were still indifferent and puzzled, as if wondering why he would ask him again, but he repeated the words just now, with a slightly louder voice.

"……Frost……"

Cream, cream, cream.

He heard Wujian calling his name, so after the man called his name, the whole body covered him, close to him like that night, he didn't respond, he just opened his eyes wide Looking at the pitch-black beams, the corners of his eyes felt warm for no reason.