The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

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After chatting for a while, the table became quiet again, and the two people in the room began to drink tea in silence.

Yin Huai was considering whether he should go down to pick up someone, when he suddenly heard Song Mingshen's incomprehensible voice in the room: "Xiao Yun, why do I remember that you didn't want to share cups and things like that with others?"

Yin Huai raised his eyebrows, and stood down on the spot with great interest.

In fact, if Song Mingshen hadn't asked this sentence, Song Yun would not have realized whose cup he was holding.

The two live together regardless of you and me. It was a bit too normal for Yin Huai to hand him his cup just now, so that Song Yun didn't take it to heart at all.

In the end, someone was waiting for him here...

Song Yun hurriedly changed his cup over, while stuttering and explaining embarrassingly: "This, this cup is right by my hand, I didn't pay attention just now, I took it wrong..."

Song Mingshen looked at him, his eyes changed imperceptibly, and he asked, "That lord seems to have a good relationship with you."

Song Yun's mind was full of sparks and lightning at this time, and he had to try his best to pretend to be normal, and explained with a dry smile: "Maybe a partner... I have more daily contact, and the distance is closer..."

There is nothing wrong with this statement. After all, the beginning of social relationship is the closeness of social distance. Song Mingshen did not continue to ask, but changed the subject: "Is there a pre-existing contract?"

Song Yun was almost thrown out of the car by this sudden turn, and it took him a while to realize what his uncle was asking, and honestly shook his head: "...No."

"what is that?"

Song Yun had no choice but to answer truthfully: "I don't know either..."

Song Mingshen lowered his eyes in silence for a moment, thought for a while, then raised his eyes and told him: "Although I just said that you can get closer to him in the near future, you still have to be measured no matter what. First, you are not of my race after all; second, "Although we are family monks, the gap between us and this adult's identity is not 01:30 points, so don't go too far."

Song Yun nodded stiffly.

People on the roof don't like to hear that.

Yin Huai clicked his tongue, and landed lightly in the courtyard—it was time to pick up his little partner, otherwise it would not be easy to go into the bedroom tonight if he continued to teach like this.

When Yin Huai entered the door, he saw his little partner's red ear tips, a smile flashed across his eyes, then he walked over unhurriedly, and stood beside him.

Song Yun raised his head and glanced at him subconsciously, then suddenly realized to avoid suspicion, and turned his eyes away in a panic.

Yin Huai smiled, glanced around the table, and then looked up at the middle-aged man opposite: "Finish?"

Song Mingshen nodded in response. He didn't know how much he heard what he just said, and the expression on his face was somewhat unnatural.

Yin Huai didn't say anything about these subtleties, he just put his hand on the shoulder of Song Yun next to him casually, and rolled his eyes: "Then I will take Song Yun back first."

Having said all that needed to be said, Song Mingshen nodded of course: "Then I will trouble you sir."

Yin Huai waved his hand, turned his head to look at Song Yun, seemingly inadvertently picked up the cup Song Yun had just used from the table, and took a sip of tea: "Let's go?"

Song Mingshen's expression on the opposite side became a little more serious.

"..." Song Yun almost wanted to disappear in place.

Song Yun went out with Yin Huai, and before going out, he was thinking about finding some way to make the distance between the two of them a little bit longer, but the fact is that after going out, Yin Huai didn't mean to wait for him at all, and just walked away a few times in a daze. There was no one in the backyard.

This is indeed what a big demon should do... But he has never seen this kind of situation after meeting Yin Huai for so long.

Song Yun didn't know what was going on, and felt dazed, so he could only chase out quickly.

As a result, he turned around after stepping out of the backyard, and directly bumped into someone.

Yin Huai stopped him with a smile: "So anxious?"

Song Yun looked up and saw Yin Huai's smiling eyes, feeling even more confused: "So what were you doing running so fast just now?"

"In order to wait for you here." Yin Huai said, put his arm on Song Yun's shoulder, and led the people to walk out unhurriedly: "Or do you want me to bring you out with your uncle like this?"

Song Yun: "..."

After walking two steps, Yin Huai lowered his head close to Song Yun's ear, deliberately lowered his voice and asked knowingly, "What did your uncle tell you?"

Song Yun was agitated by the sudden warm air coming from his ear, coughed nervously and cleared his throat, then pretended to be calm, and replied as if there was no silver 300 taels here: "I didn't say anything."

A sly smile flashed in Yin Huai's eyes, and he let out an inconspicuous oh.

Then he moved closer, pinched the tips of Song Yun's ears with his fingers, and asked softly, "Then do you know that your ears are red?"

"..."

Of course, Song Yun couldn't say it, he hesitated and faltered, but the two of them went home and stood in front of the door, their minds recalled the two words Song Mingshen said to him just now, and they felt a little dazed for a while, not knowing where they were going. This step is right or wrong.

Now Yin Huai didn't even bother to use the pretense of entering his own house. He leaned against the wall and waited for Song Yun to open the door. Seeing the look on his face, he bent over and approached: "What?"

Song Yun came back to his senses and quickly shook his head: "No," he said and took out the key.

Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Song Yun paused again, then turned to look at the person next to him: "You just came into my house so aboveboard?"

Yin Huai took it for granted: "Otherwise?"

Song Yun tentatively said: "Otherwise - the matter of the evil ghost has been dealt with, and you are considering living back?"

Yin Huai clicked his tongue, turned around and covered Song Yun in front of him, pressed his hand on the door, and the key didn't need to be brought by someone to push the door directly into the house, and then pressed Song Yun directly into the closet in the hallway in this posture on the cabinet door.

Song Yun was a little shocked at first, and secondly, the distance between the two of them is indeed a little subtle, so he couldn't help leaning back, pushing Yin Huai's arm, and said awkwardly: "What are you doing here..."

"Let's have an in-depth discussion on this issue with you," Yin Huai said, closing the door with his hands back, and continued to speak in an unhurried manner: "The first half of the sentence is correct, but didn't your uncle tell you not to take it lightly?"

That's right.

But Song Yun thought about it carefully, and felt that Yin Huai said this sentence after he went out.

Song Yun said: "I feel like my uncle told me this alone."

Yin Huai nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Song Yun said again: "...I think you can pretend that you can't hear this kind of private conversation."

Yin Huai nodded again: "Yes. But—"

As he spoke, he suddenly moved closer, lowered his voice next to Song Yun's ear, and seemed to answer affectionately: "How can I not pay attention to things related to you?"

Song Yun: "...you go away."

"Later, my uncle also told me to keep a distance from you and recognize the difference in identity, why didn't you hear me?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, I did hear it." Yin Huai corrected his statement very seriously, and looked at him quietly with a half-smile in his eyes.

It was very quiet for a while.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the light and shadow cast by the street lamps outside, Yin Huai's eyes could be described as radiant under such circumstances, making Song Yun who was looking at him feel dazed for a while.

But the two were so close at this time, and the ambiguity in the dim light seemed to heat up faster than usual.

Song Yun was absent-minded for a few seconds, then he reacted and quickly lowered his eyes, looked away and coughed awkwardly: "...so?"

"So," Yin Huai said, one hand went around Song Yun's back and brought the person in front of him, and lowered his head to stick it: "So I'm going to help you recognize it."

The touch between lips and tongue changed from light to deep. Yin Huai's original intention was to tease him, but there was only a little wine at the dinner table tonight, but it mixed with Song Yun's originally cold taste and became a kind of The indescribable charm made him want to go deeper.

Sucking, wringing, and scratching the sensitive palate and the tips of the teeth... Yin Huai's small movements on the tip of his tongue made Song Yun's hands and feet soft and his breathing scattered after a while.

Coupled with the fact that the two lived together these few days, one can imagine the number of hands and feet messing around. Song Yun was at the time when he was eating the marrow and knowing the taste, and soon his body became hot.

The catering on the tip of Song Yun's tongue seemed to be a kind of promise. Yin Huai's hand that was parked behind him was familiar with the way, lifted the hem of his clothes and sneaked in. His fingertips stretched from the side of the waist to the back of the waist, and then squeezed the waist. Bundle.

The numbness that climbed up along the spine like an electric current made Song Yun's breath tremble, and quickly pressed down the hand that was doing anything wrong under the clothes, and pushed it out awkwardly: "Don't..."

"Huh?" Yin Huai paused for a moment, tilted his head and kissed the base of his ear, the fingers caught by Song Yun under the clothes moved dishonestly, and the fingertips made a circle on Song Yun's tight side muscles , intentionally lowered his voice and asked, "What about it?"

Song Yun's waist trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't help clenching his hands under the cloth, but he faltered and couldn't speak.

A smile flashed across Yin Huai's eyes, and he leaned closer, pressing Song Yun firmly against the cabinet door at the back, leaning against his waist and rubbing against the heels of his legs implyingly, and continued to ask relentlessly: " Don't do it, baby?"

Yao naturally knows about the intercourse of yin and yang, if you really use your heart, even a veteran in the field of love and moon may not be able to resist a few encounters.

The scorching breath sprayed on the side of the neck, and Yin Huai's voice was a little hoarse but also had some malicious smiles, as if a cat's paw scratched his heart, and his heart beat abnormally fast.

The desire in his heart heated up, and Song Yun felt more and more parched.

However, Yin Huai was full of bad thoughts, and asking twice was not enough. He tilted his head and nose along the line of Song Yun's neck, breathing directly into the neckline, and finally bit Song Yun's collarbone. , and then the tip of the tongue licked from the thin layer of skin in front of the neck as if to appease.

Song Yun's body froze, his scalp tensed up instantly, and the desire in the blood vessels all over his body seemed to start clamoring.

Song Yun took a breath, pushed the person in front of him, bit his lower lip and compromised vaguely: "Don't be here..."

Yin Huai was equally unbearable, and the moment he heard these words, he brought the person in his arms to the bedroom, pushed the person onto the bed, and pressed his body against it: "Is this okay?"

Song Yun knew it was teasing, but before he could figure out how to retaliate, his lips were sealed.

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