[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

The two had a quarrel since the sun was shining and the streets were full of lights. Zhang Ye held the banquet and cleaned it up. He lay on the bed and gently rubbed his legs.

After the first time, Zhuang Yan became less restrained and tired, so he lazily leaned against his arms, half-closed his eyes, as if he wanted to sleep or not.

Zhang Ye hooked his hair, his eyes traced his beautiful face, "How old are you this year?"

"16 years old." Zhuang Yan said, and asked with a smile, "Where is your son?" He only knew a little about Zhang Ye's identity, but he didn't know anything about it.

Zhang Ye smiled, "No more, no less, just ten years older than you." At the age of Zhuang Yan, he was sent to the frontier fortress by the emperor who had just ascended the throne, and he stayed there for ten years. called back.

Zhuang Yan didn't know anything about these things, he just smiled, and said nice but false words, "You are so young, you have made such achievements, my son is really a dragon and a phoenix in the real world."

Zhang Ye laughed back, pretending to be joking, "Xiao Yan'er is really polite."

Zhuang Yan stood up slightly, raised his head to look at Zhang Ye, and said with a smile: "If you lose your manners, I'm afraid you won't come here from now on."

Zhang Ye raised his eyebrows, stroked his hair and said, "Maybe I will like you more." The real you.

This was an unexpected answer.Zhuang Yan couldn't help being stunned, a bold idea suddenly appeared in his heart, so he suddenly touched the hidden scar under his chin with his hand, Zhang Ye instinctively grabbed his hand, and Zhuang Yan was pinched by his force Frowning, Zhang Ye relaxed his grip and asked, "What are you doing all of a sudden?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and said: "Don't you want an impolite Zhuang Yan? Zhuang Yan wanted to touch your wound, so he stretched out his hand." He was straightforward, without any worries, and acted recklessly. This is Zhuang Yan.

Zhang Ye let go of his hand and let him touch it. The rough and hideous scar was being sharpened under his hands, because the flesh and blood were thin and the feeling of hard bones was very obvious. Just by the feel of his hand, he could imagine the crisis at that time.

Zhuang Yan's eyes were a little curious and surprised, but also a little pity-but in the end, in Zhang Ye's eyes, they were all very bold.

So Zhang Ye smiled and said, "How do you feel?"

The author has something to say:

After returning home, a lot of things are in turmoil.

I don't even care about writing.

Say sorry to the old man【Bow】

This chapter is not finished, but there is really no time!Today, I thought I haven’t updated it for three days, so I have to release it anyway, otherwise I’m afraid you don’t want me QAQ

bow again

In the end, I almost forgot to say Happy New Year's Eve to everyone!

Happy New Years Eve!I heard that the northern baby celebrated the new year yesterday hehe