The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

Except for the heartbeat and breathing of the two people, there is almost no other sound in the ears.Song Yun closed his eyes, half of his mind was thinking about what happened just now and how to avoid embarrassment, and the other half of his mind was attracted by Yin Huai's dishonest hand behind his back.

Yin Huai's arms were casually draped around his waist, and his hands naturally hung behind his back.At the beginning, he rubbed his knuckles up and down, and then it evolved into slowly writing his name stroke by stroke with his fingertips on his shoulder blades.

Song -- Yun --

Song Yun himself has written these two characters countless times, and the handwriting can be distinguished quickly with a little attention.

The fingertips swept across his back stroke by stroke, without any ambiguity, and without the slightest sign of impatience. The person who wrote seemed to be able to draw endlessly on his shoulder blades like this.

Originally, Song Yun could still devote half of his thoughts to random thoughts, but later all his attention was absorbed by the fingertips drawn behind his back.

Finally, when Yin Huai No.19 finished writing these two words, Song Yun couldn't help it, and finally cleared his throat with a cough.

Nonsense is nonsense, he can't always pretend to be an ostrich after doing everything.

"Alive?" Yin Huai gave a very light laugh on top of his head, his fingertips finally stopped, and his palm dropped to gently hold the two words in his palm.

Song Yun hesitated for a while, but in the end he still didn't know what to say, so he hummed unnaturally.

But after speaking, he felt that his answer seemed a little indifferent. Song Yun hesitated a few times, and finally raised his hand carefully, pretending to put his arm on Yin Huai's body casually.

The smile in Yin Huai's eyes grew stronger, he rubbed the top of the man's hair in his arms, and asked him warmly, "Lie down for a while?"

Song Yun had never been able to understand the meaning of the sweetness between lovers before, but now it seems that this sticky feeling like a layer of warm honey covering his heart is a bit subtle.

So even though the tips of his ears were red, he nodded kindly.

The clothes on the two of them were taken off and thrown aside when they were messing around just now. Just now, Song Yun closed his eyes and pretended to be an ostrich. A scar on her chest.

Not one piece, but one piece.A scar the size of half a palm fell on the heart, in a dangerous position, and it looked even more ferocious against the surrounding smooth skin.

All monsters have self-healing ability, the higher the cultivation level, the faster the recovery speed. In theory, a big monster like Yin Huai should not have scars on his body.

The only explanation Song Yun could think of was that this was the latest wound, which was serious, so it was still in the process of healing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning. The last time he might have been left with such a wound should be Teng Snake. Song Yun searched hard in his mind for a while, but he still couldn't remember what happened to Yin Huai when he came back.

After hesitating a few times, Song Yun couldn't hold back at last, and asked softly, "Your injury...was injured by Teng Snake?"

"No," Yin Huai replied simply and neatly: "He doesn't have this skill yet."

Song Yun was still in a heavy mood when he saw the scar, but he heard Yin Huaifeng calmly say: "You hurt me."

Song Yun: "?? Ah?"

Yin Huai explained to him very seriously: "When you avoided me before, you were too sad, and then you showed it from the inside out."

"..." Song Yun pushed him away with no expression on his face, and sat up, ready to leave.

"Just kidding, don't go," Yin Huai quickly got up, wrapped his arms around the waist to stop him, rested his chin on Song Yun's shoulder, turned to look at him with a smile and said, "Why are you in such a hurry, isn't this just about to say."

Song Yun paused for a moment when he heard the words, and then he heard Yin Huai say seriously in his ear: "It was left when I crossed the catastrophe a long time ago."

In fact, Song Yun also felt curious and asked casually. It was fine for you to chat about this kind of topic just now, but now Yin Huai suddenly became serious, which made him a little confused as to how to proceed.

Especially now that the two of them are in a real "chest to back" posture... Just when Song Yun was searching his stomach and thinking about saying something to get out of it, Yin Huai let him go first.

"Want something to eat?"

Yin Huai said that he was already dressed, and conveniently picked up Song Yun's clothes from the end of the bed and handed them to him: "Forget about the treat today, let's eat something at home."

Song Yun held the clothes in his hand, a little unresponsive, and hummed in a daze.

Yin Huaiyang smiled at him, turned around and left.

He was the only one left in the room. Song Yun put on the T-shirt, and the deep and shallow marks on it, whether it was scratched or pressed, were very eye-catching...

Song Yun raised his hand and rubbed his face, the mood that had just calmed down not long ago couldn't help being turbulent again.

At the same time, I don't know if the psychological suggestion played a role, but a certain charming smell seems to be more and more obvious.

Song Yun's face became hot, he jumped out of bed and pulled open the curtains, and opened the window.

The hot wind rushed in from outside the window, Song Yun stood at the window and took a few deep breaths, only then did he feel better.

When he dawdled out of the room, there were already sounds in the kitchen, and the cabinet door was opening and closing, as if he was looking for something.

Song Yun hesitated a few times, and finally walked up, standing at the door unnaturally: "It seems that there are only instant noodles in the kitchen..."

"I didn't intend to find anything else from you," Yin Huai said, shaking the instant noodles in his hand at him, and then said: "The problem is that you can't even find a bigger bowl. I can only take the pot out."

Song Yun nodded nervously. He still knows about this. After all, the kitchen can be regarded as the only place in his house that is spotless and has hardly been opened since he moved in. There is such a situation where there is nothing to ask for. Still easy to understand.

It may be that Yin Huai's usual casual smile is too deeply rooted in people's hearts. Now that Song Yun saw him standing in front of the pot, he felt a very subtle sense of unreality, which made him unable to move away for a while.

Secondly, I have to admit that he is a bit out of the loop in the aspect of "fulfilling the friendship of the landlord" today.

The two emotions were mixed together, Song Yun stood at the kitchen door at a loss,

His original intention was to help out, but Yin Huai's operation between the kitchen pots and stoves was smooth and smooth, and there was absolutely no place for him to help.Song Yungan stood there for a while, feeling a little embarrassed, so he had no choice but to find something to say: "...their collusion with the evil ghosts... did you know about it?"

Yin Huai raised his eyes to look at him when he heard the words, and asked back, "If I had known earlier, how many of their Nine-Eyed Yellow Springs could have been built?"

"It's just that what they did was really rough, and I have long suspected that it is true."

Song Yun: "When did you have doubts?"

Yin Huai: "The first time Huang Quan broke through the formation."

Song Yun: "...that root knew the difference from the very beginning?"

Although it was a bit embarrassing at the beginning, Song Yun soon found out that the topic he was looking for was very sensible. Many details were unfolded one by one, and there was no need to worry about it. The last question was discussed at 08:30 in the evening .

The topic came to an end, and the room fell silent for a while.

Song Yun looked at the watch with complicated emotions: it was shocking that a problem lasted for four hours, but now how to get Yin Huai to go back to his own room was a big headache.

——After all, he didn't fall asleep at all last night, and he was tossed about by that incident in the afternoon, and he spent the whole night in the case to burn his brain. Now after he calmed down, he really felt sleepy, and his mind was a little groggy. Just want to go to bed and lie down.

But the problem is that no one can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep. Song Yun's express hints and insinuations will not work in Yin Huai's place. In the end, he can only wash up first and then think about how to shut up this person when he enters the bedroom. outside.

Then he saw two sets of toothcups and toothbrushes side by side in front of the sink, one of which was familiar, and the other...

Song Yun was stunned for a moment, then turned his head just in time to see Yin Huai walking in unhurriedly.

Song Yun looked at the person at the door, and then at the tooth cup in front of him: "Is this... yours?"

Yin Huai nodded.

Seeing him so natural and calm, Song Yun was even a little dazed for a while whether he was at his home or not.

He looked at Yin Huai from the mirror: "Why did you put things here?"

Yin Huai also looked at him in the mirror: "Otherwise, wouldn't it be too troublesome for me to go there and wash up and then come back?"

"???" Song Yun asked, "Why do you want to come back?"

Yin Huai answered him solemnly: "For more than ten hours at night, there is a great chance for the little devil to take advantage of loopholes."

Song Yun felt dizzy for a while: "So what's the difference between you and moving here?"

Yin Huai looked at him and smiled slightly, the expression on his face could be described as a spring breeze: "There is no difference, it is living together, baby."

After finishing speaking, Yin Huai waved at him: "You use the bathroom first, I'll come back later."

In Song Yun's mind, there are only three capitalized, bold and long-sounding words: What—what—ghost——

For the first time in his life, Song Yun found the feeling of being on the battlefield in his own home. In an instant, his brain went crazy. Just relying on the subconsciousness of past training, dozens of enchantment seals appeared in front of his eyes.

But all the plans that appeared in his mind, without exception, couldn't stop Yin Huai, the big monster...

In the end, Song Yun still chose to do nothing with a complicated mood, sitting in the living room and waiting.

When Yin Huai saw him when he came out, he smiled: "It's not that you're sleepy, why don't you go to bed?"

Song Yun cleared his throat a little unnaturally: "You...do you want to sleep here at night?"

Yin Huai didn't speak, just looked at him with a half-smile and raised eyebrows.

"..." Song Yun had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask: "Where do you... sleep..." When he said this, he realized that there was some ambiguity, so he quickly explained: "I can sleep on the sofa outside..."

Yin Huai walked over unhurriedly as he spoke, pulled him up from the sofa and led him to the bedroom, while whispering in his ear: "I remember that the two of you on the bed in the afternoon are quite spacious, aren't you?"

In a word, Song Yun not only blushed, but also the tips of his ears were red, and he struggled in front of Yin Huai to reason: "It's not that I sleep on the sofa very well..."

It was obviously impossible for Yin Huai to give him this chance, so he led him into the bedroom in two steps, and closed the bedroom door by the way, and at the same time, he did not forget to explain to him solemnly: "It's a very difficult time, it's safer to be closer. .”

"No need, no need... It's more comfortable to be separated in the summer..." Song Yun was still looking forward to being rescued, and pushed people away with a dry smile, "Besides, you are already here, what loopholes can they take advantage of... I I really think it’s fine for me to sleep outside—”

Before he finished speaking, Yin Huai suddenly hissed in a low voice: "—I touched the wound."

The scar on Yin Huai's chest was the first thing that came to Song Yun's mind, and he immediately froze: "Are you okay?"

Yin Huai pushed him onto the bed, and said with a low laugh: "It's a wound that has been around for hundreds of years, it's nothing to touch it."

As he spoke, he pressed the hand on his chest, and pressed it down again: "It's just a simple statement of the facts."

"You—" Song Yun yelled angrily, and finally understood what it was like to be "too angry"—he just wanted to lower his head and bite the shoulder of the person in front of him.