[Quick Travel] Poor little girl wants to be the big villain

The soft feather quilt is printed with an unknown cartoon cat, and it is cute and cute with its mischievous head tilted. The young master under the feather quilt has a pair of big and round eyes dangling with a tall and thin figure.

How could Xu Yan be so good, Shen Yuan bit his lower lip and his eyes sparkled, he moved his feet a little uncomfortably, the temperature in Xu Yan's palm seemed to be still there.

But thinking of Xu Yan's gentle and unquestionable attitude, Shen Yuan's heart suddenly felt sweet again.

It's like the honey cake I ate this morning, delicate and fluffy, bit by bit occupying his never-before-used taste.

It was the first time he had eaten such a delicacy when he was so old, thinking about it, a layer of mist suddenly appeared in front of Shen Yuan's eyes.

As soon as D3 came out, he saw that the corners of his sweetheart's eyes were red, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: [What's wrong with Wish? 】

Shen Yuan shook his head, and answered irrelevantly, [San San, the honey cake is so sweet, and the bed is so comfortable. 】

He spoke intermittently, but D3's heart was suddenly filled with distress. It remembered the place where it saw Yuanyuan for the first time. It was very dark there, and the bed was made of hard wood. It could still see the young boy's delicate skin. It turns blue and purple.

And the disbelief and cautiousness in the eyes when I saw the little cake for the first time.

Yuanyuan said that before that, he thought that everyone lived in a dark house and everyone ate tasteless food. People outside told him that it was called steamed buns.

D3 sniffled, and retracted into Shen Yuan's neck, 【I'm sorry Wish, blame me for not finding you sooner. 】

Shen Yuan shook his head slowly, but the words he said made people feel distressed, 【No, Sansan, I'm so happy to meet you. 】

The figure on the opposite side turned sideways slightly, Shen Yuan quickly closed his eyes, and lay down in a well-regulated way, only the slightly rising and falling chest made him look like someone who was already asleep.

As soon as Xu Yan finished sorting out his books, he turned around and met Yin Yin's gaze, which he didn't have time to look back. He froze for a while, and suddenly walked towards the bed.

A dark color flashed in the deep and beautiful eyes, Xu Yan didn't pierce it, but just covered the feather quilt that the young master slid on his shoulders.

The fingertips and the young master's breathing were within walking distance, and the knuckle-boned hand paused imperceptibly for a moment before curling up the fingers and retracting them.

The corner of Xu Yan's mouth moved slightly, and the toes slowly turned in one direction.

There was no movement beside the bed, Shen Yuan quietly opened one eye, the dark eyes touched Xu Yan who was a few steps away before turning around.

A small warm orange lamp beside the bed illuminated the somewhat blurred outline of the boy, who was looking at himself with his lips pursed.

The light shines through Xu Yan's eyelashes, showing an almost transparent look on his face, and the originally clean and pure eyes become more and more transparent.

Xu Yan really has no dead ends in 360 degrees, and every moment has its own soft light effect.

Shen Yuan blushed, and couldn't tell whether it was because he was lost by the beauty or because he was ashamed after being discovered because of peeping. He wanted to cover it up until he beat him up, and said fiercely: "You disturbed me!"

Xu Yan's long and thin crow feathers trembled, and he said softly, "Sorry."

Perhaps because of his good attitude of apologizing, the young master's tone softened a lot, he snorted coquettishly in a soft voice like a kitten, wrapped himself in a small quilt and turned over, with his fluffy head facing Xu Yan.

The corners of Xu Yan's mouth curled up slightly, and the perennial frost and snow between his brows gradually turned into a puddle of spring water when no one knew about it.

He thought, how could there be such a person in the world who could always touch the softest string in his heart, the young master didn't even know that even his act of anger would be a provocative poison to Xu Yan.

Xu Yan pressed the light switch, and his voice was as soft as a feather passing through his heart, "Good night."

my young master.