Tanglin heard the words

As dusk approached, there was a breeze in Beitu City, and the yellow sand rose and fell on the ground.

In the small inn, Dong Lingxi quietly entered Chu Yan's room, stood still by the bed, bent down, and quietly looked at Chu Yan's sleeping face. After such a moment, she straightened up, carefully took off her outer shirt, shoes and socks, He raised his legs, sat down on his buttocks, and lay down on his body. He got into the quilt and faced the man face to face.

Chu Yan breathed very shallowly, but unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep, not aware of the breath of another person other than himself.

Dong Lingxi raised her hand to touch Chu Yan's cheek, and moved a little bit along the outline. When she reached her Adam's apple, her hand stopped abruptly, her head slowly lowered, and she gently kissed the man's neck. On the left chest of the man, I felt the heartbeat of 'dong, dong', and the irritability suddenly disappeared completely.

The moment he learned that the man was kidnapped by Qixing, the blood-red Chu Yan rushed straight into his head.

The image was heartbreakingly familiar.

'If Chu Yan dies,...'

This thought kept echoing, over and over again...

Then, first his hands became cold, then his chest felt tight and irritable, and finally he couldn't even control his blood pupil...

It wasn't until that time that Dong Lingxi suddenly realized.

That taciturn, dull man, who would never say no to himself, has long been integrated into his life and cannot be separated, nor is he willing to let go.

Therefore, when I saw that the man was safe and sound, the heart that had been raised all the time finally fell to the ground.

As for the man's temper and anger, Dong Lingxi was both helpless and happy, which showed that the man began to rely on him.

The person in his arms moved, Dong Lingxi looked over.

Chu Yan was in a daze, and his consciousness was not very clear. A scent of green plums rushed in. His spirit, which was a little sluggish, suddenly became sober. When he opened his eyes and looked over, Dong Lingxi's face abruptly came into view.

"……master?"

Dong Lingxi smiled, her peach blossom eyes curved, "Are you awake?"

"...Well," Chu Yan lowered his eyes because he was so small that he could hardly hear it.

Still awkward?Dong Lingxi raised her eyebrows, "Don't sleep anymore?"

"No,...sleep."

Putting the quilt up, Dong Lingxi closed her eyes, "Okay, go to sleep."

After about half a moment of silence, Chu Yan asked nonchalantly, "... why are you in Chu Yan's room?"

"This is your room and mine."

"..." Chu Yan pursed his lips, and began to make excuses, "This bed is too small, Chu Yan is afraid that the master can't sleep well,...Chu Yan, go to sleep on the floor."

"No need," Dong Lingxi still closed his eyes, "...I slept well."

"...Then, this quilt is small, Chu Yan will get another one."

"No, this quilt is enough."

Chu Yan pursed his lips, "...Chu Yan doesn't want to sleep anymore, master..." He was about to get up to speak.

Dong Lingxi immediately opened his eyes, got up and pulled Chu Yan, and then pressed hard, with his hands resting on the sides of the man's head, his eyes narrowed, and his voice was low: "Chu Yan, what's the matter? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Chu Yan rolled his eyes, "Master misunderstood, Chu Yan didn't make a fuss."

"Then why didn't you sleep?"

"Chu Yan is just hungry and wants to eat."

Dong Lingxi was taken aback, this excuse was too unreliable, "Do you know what time it is now, it's ugly time, there is no place to eat."

Dong Lingxi had some good words here, but Chu Yan's heart began to feel sour again unexpectedly. In fact, Chu Yan didn't know why, but he just felt wronged. The better the master treats him, the more he feels. Aggrieved, bit her lower lip, her voice was hoarse: "...There is always a place to eat."

When Dong Lingxi heard this, she frowned immediately. What was the reason for being so awkward, "Chu Yan, why did you lose your temper? Only by speaking out and expressing the knot in your heart can we resolve it."

"Chu Yan didn't."

"You!" Dong Lingxi stared, "Is it uncomfortable for you to hold back like this? Sit up and it makes sense," she said, raising her hand to pull Chu Yan up.

On the one hand, Chu Yan really felt that he was a little too much, and on the other hand, he was startled by Dong Lingxi's sudden pull, and subconsciously sat up quickly, just in time to push his head against Dong Lingxi's chest very hard.

Dong Lingxi felt a tight pain in her chest, clutched her chest and fell back into Chu Yan's arms, still saying 'ouch'.

This frightened Chu Yan.

Chu Yan was startled, and looked down to see Dong Lingxi pressing his chest tightly and not letting go, his face was pale, and thinking of Dong Lingxi's previous injury, he was at a loss for what to do.

"Master! What's wrong with you?"

Dong Lingxi closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and said very weakly: "Chu Yan, you are so cruel, my injury is not healed yet."

"No, master, Chu Yan didn't mean it," Chu Yan hurriedly hugged Dong Lingxi into his arms, and stretched out his hand to pull Dong Lingxi's hand away, "Let Chu Yan see! Is there any blood?"

Dong Lingxi was paralyzed in Chu Yan's arms very delicately, out of breath on purpose, and her voice was very weak: "Don't pull, it hurts."

"Yes, yes, Chu Yan won't do it anymore," Chu Yan withdrew his hand with a 'swish', his voice was soft: "It hurts here?"

"En." Dong Lingxi nodded.

"Then," Chu Yan bit his lower lip, "Then Chu Yan, go and call Chu Jing."

"No need." Dong Lingxi shook his head.

"Then what to do? You are in such pain."

"You let me slow down."

Chu Yan frowned, blinked, waited for a while, but still couldn't sit still, and supported Dong Lingxi's shoulder, "Chu Yan doesn't think so, if the master's injury repeats, it will be troublesome, Chu Yan has to call Chu Jing go."

"Hiss, don't move,... dizziness." Touching her temple, Dong Lingxi said seriously.

"!" Chu Yan suddenly became motionless.

Dong Lingxi leaned against Chu Yan rascally, rubbing against his neck, and kept talking: "Rub the back of my neck, it hurts."

"Yes."

"Shoulder."

"Yes."

"Hey," Dong Lingxi turned his back to Chu Yan, with a smirk on his face, but his voice was still in that uncomfortable tone: "You just use a little bit of strength, and forget about pinching me to death."

Chu Yan pursed his lips, "Chu Yan didn't."

Dong Lingxi snorted disapprovingly, and pressed her hands on the crotch of the man's crotch, pretending to support herself, and gently rubbing it from time to time.

Chu Yan kept his mouth shut and endured it all the time. He poked his head to look at Dong Lingxi's face several times. When pinching, he straightened up like an electric shock, put Dong Lingxi on the head of the bed, and walked out of the house while muttering, "Chu Yan should go and call Chu Jing, we can't delay the master's injury."

The author has something to say: ==... Huh, he is entangled in Yanyan, and I am even more entangled! ! ! ! ! ! ! !