The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

Yun Xixiao had been thinking for a long time about how to lock Si Yao close to him.

Si Yao treated him very well, but at some point, he no longer hugged him to sleep as before, no longer took him by his side all the time, and no longer wiped his body himself.

Yunxi pondered for a long time, and finally blamed time on time.

How Si Yao loved him when he was a child, how he kissed his wound when he tripped and fell, how he patted his back when he was sobbing, Yunxi even remembered the man's slight frown clearly.

The door was pushed open, and Si Yao hurriedly pushed the door in, looked at Yunxi's scratched hands, frowned, turned his head to the side maid with some displeasure, and said, "Didn't I tell you to look at him, I just leave After half a quarter of an hour, why was he injured again?"

Si Yao is famous for being gentle with others, and anyone who has heard his name will praise him for his good temper; but in the past two days in the palace, he frequently lost his temper, turning the young maid's face into red, kneeling in the hall, not daring out.

Yunxi licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, squinted his eyes slightly, and carefully admired Si Yao's appearance at this time.

Her cheeks were a little pink, her eyes were slightly red from anger, and her thin lips were tightly pressed together, as if she was trying her best to suppress the turbulent emotions.

He likes Si Yao like this, who seduces people without knowing it.

So he hid his hands behind his back, revealing the wound he deliberately fell on the ground to wipe, tilted his head, and said in a soft voice, "I didn't find you just now."

"Master, I thought you wouldn't come back."

Si Yao was most distressed that he was an abandoned baby, as long as he mentioned it a little bit, the man's monstrous fire would disappear without a trace.

Sure enough, the man who was furious just a second ago paused, frowned and pulled him out from behind, his brows were tightly knit, and the distress in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He ordered someone to bring a wooden basin filled with water, and Si Yao took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom, dipped it in some water, and wiped away the gravel around his wound with his breath.

"Does it hurt?"

The man's exposed wrist bones are slender, and his fingers are slender. I don't know if his fingertips will turn white and tremble slightly when he clutches the quilt tightly.

Thinking of this, Yunxi wrapped his other hand around Si Yao's left hand, lowered his eyes and carefully played with it, but there was a trembling sound in his mouth, his shoulders trembled at the right time, and his body naturally leaned towards Si Yao, "... ..pain."

Si Yao stood up and said solemnly, "I'd better call the imperial doctor, you are still not conscious at this time, and you can't have any more problems with your body."

Yunxi flinched, "..."

He embraced Si Yao's thigh, recalling the scene when he was a child, the eight-foot-tall man rubbed his head without shame under the watchful eyes of all the maids, "Master, don't leave."

He lowered his head and fetched a silk handkerchief to wipe the wound clean, then picked up the ointment on the table and sprinkled it skillfully on the wound, Yunxi sat cross-legged on the futon of the tea table, with one hand still tightly hugging Si Yao's thigh, obediently lifted his injured hand Get up, hold it where Si Yao can see it when he lowers his head, smile slightly,

"Master, kiss me, it won't hurt anymore."

He saw a rather uncomfortable expression flashing across Si Yao's eyes, he seemed to feel that such an intimate behavior was a bit overreaching, he still lowered his head slightly after a while, and his moist lips fell on Yunxi's palm.

Lips lightly pressed against the palm is soft to the touch, Si Yao's long eyelashes cast a light shadow on the eyelids, trembling slightly when blinking.

Yunxi's heart itches when he looks at it.

In the past when I was in school, the teacher often advised the students to cut off "emotion" and "desire" in order to let them practice Taoism with a pure heart.

At that time Yunxi didn't like reading, and would rather be beaten and scolded than play truant, so naturally he didn't understand these literary things.

He has never understood what "love" and "desire" are.

In his world, there is only "Si Yao".

"Master, I want to eat sweet cakes."

Yun Xi lazily leaned against the bed frame, looking back and forth at Si Yao's thin waist; the white jade belt worn around the man's waist was bought by him himself.

What's more, the belt can be opened with one pull.

Yunxi thought repeatedly.

"You have eaten a lot of sweet cakes today, and if you eat them at night, you will have a stomachache. Eat something else."

Si Yao took away the porcelain plate containing various cakes from the small table, turned around and greeted Ye Ling Jingxi, who had just entered the room, with a smile in his eyes.

Yunxi actually doesn't like sweets, a soft ball is really tiresome to put in his mouth; but at the moment Si Yao thinks he's out of his mind, no different from a ten-year-old child, sometimes he always pretends to be stupid.

The man was quickly attracted by the person who entered the room, turned his head and chatted a few words, it was not enough, he got up and went over.

His eyes dimmed, Yunxi raised his hand and grabbed Si Yao's long sleeves, pulled him onto the bed almost effortlessly, wrapped his arms around Si Yao's waist, and framed him in his arms, with a child-like pure smile on his face meaning.

Through a layer of clothing, he felt the tight muscles around the man's waist, unconsciously squinted his eyes, and tightened his throat, "If you can't eat sweets... can you eat Master?"

The blue hair was scattered, and a few strands of hair fell by Si Yao's hands; he still didn't notice anything wrong, and even raised his hand lovingly to touch Yunxi's face, smiling, "I'm not food, how can I eat it."

Can't you eat it...

Stretching out his long arms, still in a top-down posture, Yunxi brought the pastry, picked up a piece of shortbread and put it near Si Yao's mouth, ahh.

He knew that Si Yao loved sweets, especially pastries like shortbread.

With a smile on his face, Yunxi moved forward the pastry in his hand, watching Si Yao finally opened his mouth and took a bite, there were some light yellow crumbs on the corner of his mouth, which was particularly eye-catching.

Perhaps it was because his eyes were too dark, Si Yao, who was leaning against the bed frame, seemed to sense something was wrong, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he said hesitantly, "You—"

Yunxi took advantage of the situation and half-bent down, moved his head towards Si Yao, barely stopped half an inch in front of the man, and two warm breaths intersected.

Before the other party finished speaking, Yunxi opened his mouth slightly in time, and gently swept the tip of his tongue against the corner of the man's mouth, deftly licking away the crumbs from his mouth.

Then, like a lion after a full meal, Yunxi looked at Si Yao's shrunken pupils, straightened up contentedly, held the tasteless crumbs in his mouth to taste for a long time, swallowed them slowly, and rolled his Adam's apple.

"you......"

Facing Si Yao's suspicious expression, Yunxi smiled again, showing a canine tooth, and corrected innocently, "Master's taste is sweet."

Accompanying him for more than twenty years, Yun Xi has figured out the meaning behind every expression of Si Yao clearly, and he even knows how Si Yao will react to what he says, what expression he shows, and what he does. .

Oh, that's not quite the case.

There should be one kind left that he has not seen.

Sure enough, amidst his innocent expression, Si Yao quickly let go of his guard, and when he got up, he didn't forget to touch his head and teach him carefully, "Don't do this again in the future, such intimate behavior can only treat you Lovers do."

After all, he didn't get too entangled anymore, fearing that Yunxi would still eat cakes, he got up and dragged someone to the tea table to sit down and poured a cup of warm tea for Yunxi.

Not long after, today Zi Qingyu hurried over with a group of servants, asking Yunxi Yeling to speak for a while.

After the two left, Jing Xi, who stayed behind on purpose, came in and said coldly, "Stop pretending."

Yun Xi has completely relaxed since Si Yao left, lying on the ground with his legs crossed, humming a folk song, reminiscing about the taste that the tip of his tongue brushed against the corner of Si Yao's mouth just now.

Well, it is indeed sweet.

Jing Xi was still talking endlessly in his ear, and threw him a bottle to ask him to think about the whereabouts of the Devil Emperor. Yun Xi felt impatient, and finally left a sentence coldly, and asked him to think about the rest.

After a long time, accompanied by a few familiar footsteps in the distance, Jing Xi's angry voice sounded at the same time, "Are you going to keep pretending to be stupid?"

"Jingxi, Yunxi has a mental problem right now," Ye Ling who walked into the room stopped him, "Don't take advantage of this to bully him."

Luo Hui was burning red, Yunxi lowered his head and rubbed his eyes red, pulled the sleeve of Si Yao who came to him, and gently tugged.

But it was only half a cup of tea, and Yun Xi already missed him a little.

As if aware of his uneasiness, Si Yao bent down and hugged him in his arms, patted his back, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid."

Yunxi doesn't like the dark, and he hasn't liked it since he was a child.

After Si Yao had dinner with him and read him the script for a while, Yun Xi still held on to Si Yao's sleeve, his dark eyes flickering erratically in the dark night.

"Xiao Xi, I'm going back, come back tomorrow—"

"Not good." Compared with Si Yao's almost coaxing tone, Yunxi's straightforward refusal seemed a bit indifferent; he stared at the desolate moonlight outside the window, raised his other hand, grabbed Si Yao's sleeve, repeated again,

"not good."

But even so, Si Yao still didn't stay, and after persuading him nicely for a long time, he closed the door and left the room.

When the last candle was burned out, the room was finally pitch black, and it was hard to see your fingers.

Yunxi was lying on the extremely spacious bed, and the other four senses outside of vision were more sensitive; he heard someone calling his name in his ear, asking him how he was doing over and over again, the voice was soft and gentle.

But he just felt irritable.

He had such a problem since he was a child, and Si Yao would watch over him all night; later on, as he grew up, the problem of auditory hallucinations seldom occurred again.

It's just that after coming to the palace, as long as I close my eyes every night, the voice from that year can be heard again in my ears.

After all, he still got up, Yunxi opened a pair of glinting eyes in the night, and jumped out of the window in an undershirt, jumped to the roof with one toe, and stopped in front of Si Yao's door effortlessly .

At this time, the man had already washed and changed his clothes and was about to fall asleep. When he got up to blow out the candles, he pushed open the door as if he had a heart, and the moment he saw Yunxi, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Why are you not sleeping yet."

Before he could explain aloud, a trace of annoyance flashed across Si Yao's eyes, and he hurriedly pulled him into the room. Without saying a word, he put a thin blanket on his shoulders, and scolded, "Didn't you just say that, tonight? Rest, tomorrow morning I-"

"Master," Yunxi raised his head and said to Si Yao calmly, "he talked to me again."

Si Yao paused.

After a while, he sighed wordlessly, went to the wardrobe in the corner, and took out another quilt and a small jar of ointment.

After spreading the quilt, Si Yao came to Yunxi with the ointment, rubbed it with his index fingers, rested his fingertips on Yunxi's temples, and rubbed gently.

In the quiet room, only the shallow breathing of the two people remained. After a while, Yun Xi put his arms around Si Yao's waist, buried his head in the man's arms, and said muffledly,

"Master can always be mine alone."

The author has something to say: Fanwai will follow the timeline: first Yunxi Siyao, then Yu Lianyunqing, Ye Lingjingxi, and finally Aliang Qingqiu (I saw that there are little angels in the comment area who want to see it, so I just read it) I decided to write it, if you don’t like it, don’t order it~)