Master Xiao thinks about those years

As the night fell again, in the flickering lights of the room, Fu Nian watched over the handsome man who was sleeping on the bed.

"If you were like a bamboo dye, and followed my temperament to please me, how could you end up in this situation?"

Fu Nian sighed, he looked at the eyebrows and eyes of the sleeping man, with unwillingness in his eyes.

Yan Chen fell asleep on the bed, his eyebrows moved inaudibly.

The lights flickered, but Fu Nian didn't look at it, and his heart was still blocked.

He had never treated a person so roughly.

After the death of the master, the power of the blood clan in Fu Nian's body was activated, Ye Xingyuan was established, and he became the lord of the blood clan.He has hung out with countless people who look similar to his master.

Those soft and charming men all bowed their heads and bowed their heads to him, smiling and charming, just like bamboo dyeing.

But there has never been one who is as unyielding as Mo Qing, but the more unyielding he is, the more he wants it.

He even wanted to tear off the blood red on his body, tear off his pride and self-esteem, and then devour every piece of his skin, leaving him with an indelible mark on his whole body.

Fu Nian has never wanted someone so much.

The ultimate desire, but now that it is within reach, he has a little hesitation, even saying that he dare not.

He didn't dare to have such a similar face.

No matter how violent and heartless he looked on the surface, he still didn't dare to reach that point.

Over the years, he has grown from a simple boy to a Ye Zun that everyone fears. He is frightening. He has changed a lot, but his reverence for his master remains unchanged.

When Master was around, he wanted to possess him so desperately that he held back.Now when he met Mo Qing, who had a similar face to his master, he leaned on him eagerly almost all the time, but he still didn't dare to take that step.

Because Mo Qing is too similar to his master.

Except for the fierce aura on his body, and the blood-colored flower on his forehead, Mo Qing is [-]% similar to his master.

Meng Huan reminded him of his treason all the time, and in his heart, he also reminded himself of his treason all the time.

That was his master, Fu Nian respected him and wanted to devour him.

He wanted to enshrine him on the altar forever, but also wanted to suppress this shrine under him.

This is very contradictory.

It's really... a dilemma.

Fu Nian thought too much, only felt dizzy in his head, and his eyes were full of cautious restraint when the master was there.

When Master was sleeping...that Yin Hong's thin lips...

When Master smiles...the dimples filled with spring water...

Everything in front of him was far away, Fu Nian's back gradually slipped, and his whole body fell on the side of the bed, also on Yan Chen's fair fingertips.

Yan Chen lying on the bed felt something suddenly fall beside him, his fingers trembled slightly, a strange feeling was conveyed to his palm, and then he woke up suddenly.

In the shadow of the lamp, Yan Chen saw a man lying down beside him.

Seeing his face clearly, he was so startled that he was about to step back when a soft whisper came to his ears.

Master... I... miss you...

Unlike the usual unchanging ice-coldness, the ramblings carried four points of grievance, four points of desolation, and two points of resignation, which was helpless.

Yan Chen's whole body stiffened suddenly, and the hand that was about to retreat stopped unknowingly.

He tilted his head and stared blankly at the man in front of him. This was the first time since he was reborn that he observed the talisman from a quiet distance so seriously.

The facial features of the man in front of him were mature and three-dimensional, and Yingxie's face was outlined with hard lines.The youthful appearance of his youth had already faded away.With this appearance, Fu Nian seemed much more mature than him.

"Master..."

There was another pleading raving, and Yan Chen's heart softened a little in vain.

Such a real cry always made him think that he had returned to his previous life.I always thought that Fu Nian was still that beloved apprentice.

"Lingchen..."

Yan Chen's lips opened and closed, and the slightest murmur was lost in the air as soon as he uttered it, but the young man lying next to him felt relieved, as if he had gained a moment of relief.

Yan Chen still had lingering fears about the talisman during the day, and always kept a distance from the people next to him, but in the end he couldn't bear it, so he pulled the thin quilt aside and gently covered the talisman. After this step, he turned sideways, Turning your head away, you fell into a bizarre dream alone.

A long dream all night, I don't know how many times I woke up.But when he reached the horizon, his belly turned pale, and he fell into a drowsy sleep again.

When he woke up again, there was already a faint morning light in the room.

The morning light shines through the latticed window lattices, and casts tiny specks of light on the vermilion floor, like shards of silver.

Yan Chen raised his hand and wanted to turn over, only to find a pair of generous hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

Yan Chen's eyelashes trembled, his back pressed against a solid chest, and his soft breath puffed on his neck, causing him to groan.

"Fu Nian, you—"

The sleeping man clung to him at some point, Yan Chen was startled and anxious, and wanted to get rid of it immediately.

"Hmm... Master...don't move..."

Intermittent raving, with the unique gentleness of dreams.

Yan Chen suddenly stopped struggling.He carefully turned his head bit by bit, only to see the man with his arms around his waist had a peaceful face, with a faint smile rippling from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Chen's heartbeat accelerated unknowingly, and the calmness he had maintained for years seemed to have lost its effect at this moment.

"Master, let me hug...will..."

The sleeping rune is like a child, speaking intermittently what is in his heart.

Yan Chen didn't finish listening, his arms couldn't help shaking violently.

With a shake, the man hugging him frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Chen's heart skipped a beat.