The villain boss stole the boss

The voices next door quickly quieted down.

Yin Yang didn't sleep well. He felt that someone walked into the room and looked down at him, but his eyelids were still heavy and he couldn't lift them up.

"Yin Yang, I'm sorry, I..." A familiar voice came from his ear, Yin Yang frowned and turned over.

Why did I hear Lu Yunfeng's voice again in my dream? Wasn't that enough time just now?

In the dark vortex of consciousness, a pair of powerful arms wrapped around Yin Yang's waist, and then, two hands slowly unbuttoned Yin Yang's shirt one by one, followed by his belt.

The fabric made for etiquette was stripped off, and the skin was directly attached to the soft bedding to make it more comfortable. Yin Yang sighed contentedly, turned over again, and changed to lying on his back.

The quilt was very warm, as if there was a layer of heating between Yin Yang and the quilt, constantly emitting warmth.

The warmth was like a net, covering Yin Yang's whole body in the net.

Is the soft touch a quilt?The touch is much more delicate than cotton fabric, but why is it a bit hard?There are also undulations, and a long strip-shaped protrusion.

Yin Yang felt a little uncomfortable being pushed by the protrusion, subconsciously pushed it away with his hands, the temperature there was much higher than other places.

Won't be scalded by low temperature?Yin Yang thought in a daze.The touch elsewhere is good, it may be the hotel's pillow, and the current hotel service is quite in place.

Yin Yang clasped the warm pillow beside him with hands and feet, and let out a long breath.

On this night of being hit, even a pillow in my arms can comfort my empty heart.

Yin Yang's whole body was clinging to the pillow, his legs were tightly clamped, and he rubbed unconsciously a few times. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed that the temperature of the pillow was higher.

Yin Yang started dreaming again.

In the dream, something soft pried open his gently closed lips, and soon the tenderness became overbearing.

Being forcibly robbed and losing the right to breathe freely made Yin Yang feel very uncomfortable. He gasped for breath, but made the predators even more rampant.

Yin Yang's sleeping posture has always been very good. After lying down, he seldom even turns over.

He also has few dreams. Even if he dreams occasionally, it is also called "lucid dream". He can also quickly take the initiative in the dream. Consciousness completely disintegrated.

What's going on today?

Why can't dreams be controlled.

There is a force that goes against Yin Yang's will and entangles him.

Although that force did not exude any malicious aura, Yin Yang was very afraid of the knowledge of being invaded by a force beyond his control.

His body, which was sleeping straight, curled up involuntarily, no matter how gentle and begging the force was, he was unwilling to open a little gap.

"I won't hurt you, don't do this to me." In the darkness, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came, whose voice was that?

Yin Yang couldn't tell the difference, all he could do was to huddle himself tightly into a ball, like a helpless hedgehog, avoiding the invasion from the outside world.

That force was not in a hurry, but lingered beside Yin Yang, using gentle movements little by little, to let Yin Yang get used to his existence, relax slowly, and no longer be so nervous.

"Why can you get in other people's cars casually, and you don't want to stay and wait for an explanation from me?" The voice from the darkness was soft and sad.

"It's so noisy." Yin Yang frowned, turned over and rolled to the other side of the bed.

The quilt fell from his body again, and a layer of tiny bumps appeared on the exposed skin, and his brows frowned even tighter.

The cold feeling didn't last long, and a warmth covered his body again, accompanied by a gentle touch, that kind of care, as if treating the most precious porcelain.

Yin Yang relaxed his guard slowly, even approaching that warmth involuntarily.

"You like me too, don't you?" the voice continued.

Yin Yang didn't answer, but just buried his whole face in the warmth. After the tingling sensation, suddenly, a sharp tingling pain came, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

It hurts... Yin Yang shook his head from side to side, his eyes under the eyelids rolled rapidly, and he was about to wake up.

The two pieces were soft, gentle and irresistible covering his eyes, soothing his restlessness.

That powerful plunder ended without a problem.

The pillow was still held in Yin Yang's arms obediently, motionless.

Yin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, sleeping soundly and breathing steadily.

A sentence that is usually difficult to utter, gently blows into his ears in the dark:

"Yin Yang, I love you."

The author has something to say: Mr. Yin: What is buzzing in your ears?

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 An Zhu;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of PM 1; [-] bottle of Jiang Feng;