The leader doesn't want to marry

Yang Qiuyu threw a pair of pants on the bed, then turned his back to the naked man.

"Hey, I said what's wrong with you, and I'm not afraid of you to see, why are you so born?" Wen Shuyang, a bastard, couldn't help but said meanly.

"Pei Jingrong's body has been suppressed by me for two years. If you don't want anything to happen, stop talking so much nonsense." Yang Qiuyu said in a suppressed voice with his back turned to him.

"Damn it, isn't it, you beast, Pei Jingrong's body can still look tough?" Wen Shuyang said in surprise, and at the same time quickly put on his pants with one hand.

"Now that's your body." Yang Qiuyu said coolly, successfully blocking Wen Shuyang's words.

Finally, he was no longer the one carrying this secret alone, Wen Shuyang was so comfortable and happy for the first time in the past few months, and he became able to eat and drink.

Yang Qiuyu actually brought him back to the city that day, and they are now in an unremarkable small inn in the west of the city.There are dozens of such small inns in the whole city, but they will not attract attention.

Yang Qiuyu went out that day, and when he came back, he said that the city was closed, and Tianxuanmen searched for a person in the whole city.

"... What they are looking for is probably the person who pretended to be me." Wen Shuyang sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced inner strength and mental skills, but made no progress.

"No, they are indeed looking for you." Yang Qiuyu broke Wen Shuyang's fantasy, and finally asked the puzzlement in his heart: "Why didn't you admit to Ai Lihan that you are Wen Shuyang, and let him look for you all over the place?"

"This..." Wen Shuyang opened his mouth again and again, his face flushed red, and it took him a while to say: "Oh, don't mention it."

Yang Qiuyu looked at his troubled look, his tangled expression, confirmed his thoughts, and asked with his eyes wide open: "Ai Lihan told you his feelings for you?"

"How do you know?" Wen Shuyang suddenly raised his head and asked in surprise.

"I knew it a long time ago, and the only one who doesn't know is probably yourself." Yang Qiuyu smiled mockingly, paused, and said with some hesitation: "Then, if you don't recognize him, do you intend to accept him?"

"Accept the fart!" Wen Shuyang blushed, and said excitedly: "Our brothers, how could we have that kind of feeling, Ai Jiu, he is still too young and ignorant, so he mistakenly thinks that there is something between us. Feelings are love."

"You really think so?" Yang Qiuyu looked very strange.

"Of course!" Wen Shuyang said decisively: "When Ai Jiu meets a girl he really likes, he will understand."

Yang Qiuyu picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea. He felt that although Ai Lihan was born noble and blessed, and was the master of the Tianxuanmen sect respected by all martial arts, he was still very pitiful. He had loved him for more than ten years. Man, don't understand his heart at all.

But Yang Qiuyu didn't intend to wake up this person, he took a sip of tea, and chatted with Wen Shuyang as if chatting: "Then you don't accept Ai Lihan because he is your junior brother, or because he is a man? "

Wen Shuyang pondered for a moment, frowned and asked, "Is there any difference?"

"Of course." Yang Qiuyu suppressed the slight tension in his heart, and patiently explained: "If it's just because he is your younger brother, then if there are other men who like you in the future, will you accept that person?"

"How is it possible!" Wen Shuyang raised his voice and said, "How can there be so many men who like men? Most men still like girls who are soft and fragrant. Besides, I am a big man, what do I like?" of……"

"What if there is?"

Wen Shuyang's frown became tighter and tighter, and he felt that what Yang Qiuyu said was impossible, but he still thought about it seriously before answering carefully: "If I like him too, maybe..."

Yang Qiuyu breathed a sigh of relief, got a satisfactory answer, and the expression on his usually stern face softened a lot. He slowly drank the cheap tea in the inn, and felt that the taste was not so unbearable: "Then what are you going to do?" , hide from Ai Lihan first?"

"What should I do if I don't hide?" Wen Shuyang looked very distressed, lowered his shoulders and drooped his head and said, "I have to wait for Ai Jiu to figure it out..."

If he could understand, he wouldn't be Ai Lihan.

Yang Qiuyu snorted coldly in his heart.Thinking of Ai Lihan's desperate, arrogant, aloof and cold face every time he treats people other than Wen Shuyang, Yang Qiuyu couldn't help but echo Wen Shuyang: "Then we have to run away, or you just want to run away." Shall I go outside the gate?"

"Outside the pass?" Wen Shuyang frowned, maintaining the decadent posture just now and said, "But I still want to go home, my father and younger brothers and sisters are thinking about me..."

"We can go out first, wait for Ai Lihan to figure it out, and come back in two years."

After Yang Qiuyu finished speaking, Wen Shuyang didn't speak for a long time, knowing that he couldn't be rushed.In case he was pushed into a hurry, he confessed to Ai Lihan that he was Wen Shuyang, and he probably had nothing to do with him.So he considered his tone, and said indifferently: "Think about it yourself, we have to find a place to stay first, the inn is too unsafe, maybe they will find us tomorrow."

There was no progress in martial arts training, those powerful auras flowed into his body, like a stone sinking into an ocean, as long as he stopped, there would be nothing left.Wen Shuyang had never encountered such a situation before, and vaguely remembered that his master had mentioned before that if someone was seriously injured and Lizi was completely injured, he might not be able to practice kung fu anymore.But Wen Shuyang never thought that such a thing would happen to him.The fact that he can no longer practice martial arts is even more shocking to him than that he has become a monster that everyone punishes quickly. He has a family and cannot go back, and has relatives that cannot recognize each other. He is notorious against Pei Jingrong. With a famous name, even martial arts is an extravagant hope now, which makes him feel that there is no hope at all, and he is so anxious that he doesn't know what to do...

When Yang Qiuyu came back at night, he saw Wen Shuyang sitting in the darkness in the same posture as when he left. He was startled and asked softly, "Shuyang, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Shuyang's bewildered eyes gradually focused. After seeing Yang Qiuyu clearly, he wiped his face with his hand, hesitated for a while, and didn't tell his suffering after all. He didn't want him to worry with him, so he forced himself to smile: "It's okay. Son, fell asleep sitting up."

Yang Qiuyu saw that he didn't want to say anything, and didn't force him, so he stepped forward and lit the oil lamp in the house, threw a cloth bag in front of Wen Shuyang, and said a little unnaturally: "Try. "

"What is this?" Wen Shuyang asked as he took out a piece of pink sand fabric from the bag, fiddled with it but couldn't figure out what it was.

"Uh, this is a skirt..." Yang Qiuyu was really guilty when he said this.

"Skirt?" Wen Shuyang repeated it softly as if he didn't understand, and within a few seconds, his eyes were full of anger, and he said loudly in disbelief: "Skirt!"