On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

Ye Luo was being overwhelmed by the inexplicable guilt and distress, when he noticed that the other party was clenching his hands tightly, took a few deep breaths, managed to squeeze out a smile, and said with a smile: "It's okay."

He didn't even question that sentence at all, he just said softly: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it for a while."

After all, he lowered his eyes, and when he raised his head, he could not see anything abnormal except his face was slightly pale. He gently raised his hand and touched his head, but Ye Luo didn't hide.

After stroking for a few seconds, Ye Luo slipped his hand, and Ye Luo saw that pair of well-articulated hands stretched out in front of his eyes, and the smile on the man's face was flawless: "Then let's get to know each other again. Mu Chengan."

Ye Luo didn't expect this development, so he could only put his hand on it in a daze...

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Mu Chengan clenched his right hand and yanked it, causing him to fall into his arms without any struggle!

The bridge of his nose bumped hard against his chest, Ye Luo was in pain so much that tears came out, a kind of calculated grievance welled up, and he was about to use the same tricks to push away...

As a result, it doesn't move at all.

So now, I put my palms against my chest, and curled up in my arms, neither withdrawing nor withdrawing.

Ye Luo was silent, embarrassed, and helpless, so he just let his mind go and pretended to be dead.

It's a pity that pretending to be dead is not really dead, the more silent the more the senses become more obvious. When the opponent's wide palm is pressed against the back of the head, every nerve of Ye Luo seems to be there to gather excitement.

Ye Luo, whose hair was ruthlessly rubbed and who would usually blow up when touched by someone, now lost his temper completely after going through a bunch of inexplicable things because of the disparity in combat effectiveness.

Patience, the most beautiful word in my life.

Suddenly, a drop of hot liquid rolled down his neck, and Ye Luo was trembling all over due to the subtle touch, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

The arms around her tightened more and more. Ye Luo couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but felt absurdly that the person was whimpering.

His whole body was stiff, Ye Luo didn't move at all, he thought it's better not to expose him now, and tell him later that he admitted the wrong person.

He thought hesitantly, anyway, he would be bitten and hugged by a man...

Doesn't seem like a big deal?

As heaven and man were fighting in their hearts, the other party took a deep breath and muttered to himself:

"It doesn't matter..."

"As long as you can do well."

Not sure about the situation, Ye Luo was still sour, and was soaking in lemons, when he suddenly remembered——

I told such a rotten lie that I didn't get anything out except the other party's name.

When he was finally let go, Ye Luo wailed a few times in his heart, blushing and quickly got back under the quilt.

He huddled under the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes, and asked cautiously: "That... what's my name?"

When the other party heard this, his expression was broken, and it took a few seconds to stick back: "If I remember correctly, it should be called Ye Luo..."

"... Oh." Ye Luo hugged the shattered Sanguan bitterly, holding the last hope of "this is the same pronunciation", but found that the other party spontaneously pulled out his hand, and gently dropped it on the palm of his finger two words.

His hands curled up in itching from this subtle touch, Ye Luo endured it for a long time before he yelled out the phrase that a gentleman uses his mouth but does not move his hands.

Awkwardly turning his attention back, Ye Luo recognized his name from the scorching track.

Today's plot development is like a husky just having fun, becoming more and more out of control.

Before Ye Luo protested, the other party took the initiative to hold his hand and stuffed it back under the quilt: "This is your home. We have lived together for several years...as lovers."

Before Ye Luo had time to digest the huge amount of information, he heard the other party solemnly emphasize: "You chased me first, and you have to be responsible! Don't think about losing your memory and just leave me alone."

Ye Luo suspected that he had been stuffed with a lot of dog food, but still hesitantly asked: "The problem is, I'm still studying, let alone I haven't held hands with anyone... I haven't even taken the college entrance examination..."

"Did you," Ye Luo finally chose to ask cruelly, "Have you admitted the wrong person?"

The other party was silent, looking at his face again and again, scanning back and forth like patrolling the territory, Ye Luo was afraid that the other party would be stimulated, so he just wanted to get under the covers and hide.

After a long time, the man spoke in a coaxing tone: "Although in my eyes, you are a child..."

"But actually, you are already an adult. After all..." he added slowly, "I can't do such a thing as attacking a high school student."

After saying this, he stepped on the ground, leaned over, and pulled himself out of the quilt.

Ye Luo was startled when he was picked up by Da Heng, and subconsciously grabbed the man's pajamas. Fortunately, the arms under him were stable, and he hugged himself all the way to the full-length mirror.

Mu Chengan gently squeezed his bare forearm, and coaxed: "High school student, do you want to see what you will look like when you grow up?"

Ye Luo tugged at his clothes in just a few short steps, and didn't know where to turn his eyes. Hearing the words, he seemed to have been redeemed, and immediately moved his gaze away from the other's lips, and looked at the mirror solemnly.

Only then did I finally understand what it was that I always felt was wrong.

The person in the mirror is not yourself at all.

The man has soft lines, with chestnut-colored hair, he looks like a teenager, but he is obviously more than 17 years old, his face has traces of time, and he looks taller than himself.

The skin faintly revealed a sickly whiteness, and when it was curled up in the man's arms, it looked like a sick little animal under the shade of a big tree.

Ye Luo rolled his Adam's apple, staring at the stranger in the mirror, completely at a loss what to say.

Seeing him like this, Mu Chengan's heart ached so badly that he even felt that the sadness of being forgotten didn't matter, as long as he could open his eyes and talk to himself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help hugging the person in his arms tighter, and kissed the little guy on the forehead who hadn't recovered.

He said softly: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it, it's okay."

The person in the arms didn't know if they heard it, didn't answer, and didn't nod. Mu Chengan didn't mind, and smiled: "Go back to bed and lie down, don't catch a cold."

Seeing that Ye Luo finally nodded lightly in his arms, Mu Chengan stepped up and sent him back under the quilt.

After carefully tucking in the quilt, the person on the bed came back to his senses, bit his lip and said hesitantly, "How did I become like this?"

Mu Chengan didn't expect him to ask this question so soon, his eyes darkened, he quickly lowered his head to cover it up, and said vaguely: "There was a little accident... I failed to protect you well."

With a hoarse voice, he continued, "In the future, this will never happen again."

Ye Luo lay on the bed and didn't ask further questions. After all, the other party's pain was too obvious, and he had no reason to reveal it.

After humming slightly, Ye Luo smiled at him, but began to guess wildly in his heart.

After thinking about it, it could only be that... he was possessed.

The high school boy in the orphanage somehow transmigrated into the body of an older young master because he fell asleep.

Ye Luo raised his head, looked into the gentle eyes of the man, and asked cautiously, "Do you like...the me I used to be?"

After hearing that, the man's eyes softened, and he stretched out his hand to touch his face, soft and warm: "I like it now too."

"No... not just liking." Mu Chengan smiled, "Even if you don't remember, you are still you."

After a long silence, the man's fingertips on his face trembled, and finally he let out a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you woke up... I'm going crazy."

Ye Luo's heart was sour and astringent, and he still had a kind of fear of being exposed, so he rubbed his palm subconsciously, and didn't say anything.

He didn't dare to tell the truth, he was afraid that once he said it, that person would be unable to hold on, and he would really go crazy.

Ye Luo's hands were clenched into fists under the quilt, feeling that since he occupied this body, he should bear certain responsibilities, and at least not let everything get too derailed.

After all, it is too cruel to give hope and then take it away.

I'm sorry, he turned his face to the side, closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at it again, rubbed his face lightly against the quilt, and apologized silently.

You wake up quickly.

When you come back, I will return everything intact to you.

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Ye Luo bent his fingers and pressed his fingertips against the mirror. He leaned in front of the full-length mirror and stared hard.

The skin of the person in the mirror was pale, and the blood vessels underneath could be seen even closer. Against the background of the chestnut hair that had passed through a hurricane, the sickly whiteness became more obvious.

Ye Luo curled her lips, and had to admit that the youthful air in her body couldn't be concealed no matter what.

The legendary young master loved by others, he thought, forever young, eighteen years old.

After staring at the picture in the mirror for ten seconds, Ye Luo took out his mobile phone from his pajamas pocket, slid his fingertips aimlessly, and finally landed on a photo.

After staring at the screen for a long time, he pulled back to the mirror and looked at it with a very critical gaze.

After a while, he looked back at the teenagers in the photo.

So happy, them.

Somewhat resentful, Ye Luo moved the corner of his mouth so that the arc coincided with the one in the photo, raised his hand, and poked the lower part of the corner of his mouth, with his fingertips indented a little from the dimple.

I seem to have this thing too. After poking it a few times without getting tired, he suddenly remembered that someone told me when I was very young.

Just can't remember who it was.

After finding the similarities, Ye Luo was satisfied, and he felt a lot lighter when he saw this photo for the first time.

The brows and eyes were dyed with joy, and they overlapped, becoming a thicker youthful look. The sunlight happened to squeeze in through the window, spreading a gentle silhouette around him.

When Mu Chengan entered the door, he happened to encounter this scene.

After stopping his hurried steps, Mu Chengan relaxed his body, and couldn't help laughing silently.

He leaned lightly on the door, looking at the thin figure softly, shrinking within the range he could see, doing small movements that he thought no one would notice, his raised hair was trembling by the wind, like a frizzy little monster.

He's so nice, Mu Chengan thought, so nice that he wanted to put the little guy in his pocket.

The person who was secretly missed didn't realize it, and his fingertips were still unconsciously poking the pear dimple, thinking dejectedly, the same style didn't seem to be of much use.

It wasn't these little signs he wanted to kiss, it was this man.

I don't even have the qualifications to draw a sword, Ye Luo thought, so I should lead the horse and go home in despair.

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