The white moonlight of the paranoid male protagonist is reborn

It is outrageous for Han Jiangmu to say this. Why should he say such a thing?

Normally, Jiang Chaoyun would argue, but at this moment, he was speechless.

Jiang Chaoyun silently looked at the steaming tea in his hand.

Xiao Bao poked his head out of his arms, stuck out his tongue and licked his hand, and drank water from the teacup in his hand.

Han Jiangmu looked at the bold little treasure, and said, "This beast is wild and difficult to train, but it is very particular about eyesight, the young master loves it, and it will return everything, but—"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Xiaobao's mouth, and gently snapped his fingers, revealing its mouth full of milky white fangs.

Little Treasure didn't dare to move his paws at him, but just yelled helplessly.

Seeing Xiaobao being treated like this, Jiang Chaoyun naturally wanted to rescue him. He grabbed Han Jiangmu's sleeve, and there was a bit of reprimand in his voice, "Why are you bullying it?"

Han Jiangmu looked down at Xiaobao, withdrew his hand, and said in a low voice: "But a beast is a beast, and its bones are full of animal nature. The young master loves it too much, and it won't understand."

Jiang Chaoyun didn't expect him to say such a thing, so he couldn't help asking: "...What do you mean by that?"

Han Jiangmu said: "Master understands what I want to say."

No, he doesn't understand.

However, Jiang Chaoyun felt that what Han Jiangmu wanted to say would make people confused, so he remained silent again.

"The young master can't see the person who should be seen, and the animal that shouldn't be loved, but the young master holds it in the palm of his hand." Han Jiangmu took a handkerchief, wiped his hand that touched Xiaobao's mouth, Looking at Jiang Chaoyun's eyes lightly, seems to have deep meaning.

Hearing this, Jiang Chaoyun could vaguely feel a trace of resentment, but it was not clear, so he couldn't help looking at Han Jiangmu's face.

It happened that Han Jiangmu was looking at Jiang Chaoyun, and the two looked at each other in the air. The corners of Han Jiangmu's lips were slightly raised, and his tone became soft, "Young master, golden branches and jade leaves, should be pampered in the palm of your hand, but this world can do it." It won’t be anyone else.”

Han Jiangmu spoke softly, and stretched out his wiped hand again to touch Xiaobao's head.

Little Treasure was obviously afraid of him, even in his master's arms, he didn't dare to resist, obviously knowing that his master couldn't stand up for him.

How could such a spiritual creature be a pet that was played with and applauded by others.

Han Jiangmu stroked the hair on the top of Xiaobao's head very charmingly, as if he was stroking the hair on Xiaobao's head, but the owner beside Xiaobao.

Jiang Chaoyun could hear the meaning behind his words, his heart was beating so hard that his ears were burning.

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head to look at Han Jiangmu's hand.

Han Jiangmu's hands are actually very good-looking. His palms are large, with clear joints and white fingers. They are very manly hands. However, on such hands, there are some pale pink scars on the back of the hands, and there are many calluses in the palms. It doesn't look like a pampered prince.

Jiang Chaoyun looked at his hands, and immediately had a topic, "...why do you have so many scars on your hands?"

Han Jiangmu rubbed Xiaobao's ears, and said in a low voice, "Master, is it unusual for poor people to have scars on their hands?"

Jiang Chaoyun: "..."

Seeing that he was silenced by himself, Han Jiangmu relaxed his tone and said, "These are scars. When I was young, my father locked me in the firewood room. The slaves deliberately refused to feed me. I cut them with a knife. Injured his hand and drank his own blood."

Jiang Chaoyun was frightened, "Drink, drink your own blood?"

Han Jiangmu looked at him with light eyes, "At first he drank his own blood, but later he chopped down that slave and drank his blood."

After finishing speaking, he approached Jiang Chaoyun and said, "Master, are you afraid?"

Jiang Chaoyun shivered and said, "Scared."

After hearing this, Han Jiangmu looked at Jiang Chaoyun carefully, and saw that his eyes were flickering, and he looked frightened, so he whispered: "Don't be afraid, young master, I don't drink blood now."

Jiang Chaoyun held back for a while and asked, "Is the blood delicious?"

Han Jiangmu was stunned when he heard this, but he laughed, and the sharpness and depression in his brows and eyes faded away and turned into a strong smile, "It's not good, it's bitter, and it's fishy, ​​and I don't want to drink it anymore .”

Looking at Jiang Chaoyun again, he said, "But I think the young master's blood should be sweet."

When Jiang Chaoyun heard this, he was frightened. Seeing Han Jiangmu looking at him with deep eyes, he was afraid that he would go crazy and want to drink his blood, so he quickly said: "No! My blood must be bitter! I drank so much Bitter medicine, how can blood be sweet?"

Han Jiangmu looked at him deeply, and his voice became hoarse little by little, "...Then I have to taste it, whether the young master's blood is sweet or bitter."

After that, he supported the table with one hand and leaned towards Jiang Chaoyun.

Jiang Chaoyun wanted to retreat, but Han Jiangmu held onto his waist with the other hand, "Master, be careful, don't fall."

He said to Jiang Chaoyun with such concern, but his movements were still strong, and the space between them gradually narrowed, so small that even Xiaobao couldn't continue to nest in Jiang Chaoyun's arms, so he could only jump from Jiang Chaoyun's knee to the ground with a "owwow" , and went to arch Jiang Chaoyun's feet.

However, Jiang Chaoyun is not in the mood to pay attention to it now. He looked at Han Jiangmu's approaching face, his heart was beating hard, and his fair face was flushed with blushing hair like the morning glow. He opened his mouth, his voice was tense, full of tension "You, what do you want to do? I said, I am suffering everywhere, don't mess around, I, I am afraid of pain..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Han Jiangmu's face, and felt a soft coolness on his lips.

Then came the sharp pain—Han Jiangmu bit his lips with his teeth.

Jiang Chaoyun groaned, trying to break free from him, but Han Jiangmu held his waist tightly, making him unable to move.

However, Han Jiangmu did not bite down, he relaxed his teeth, softly touched Jiang Chaoyun's red lips due to emotional agitation, then backed away a little, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It's really bitter."

Jiang Chaoyun blushed. Originally, this was what he said to Han Jiangmu, but Han Jiangmu really agreed with this sentence. Jiang Chaoyun was a little embarrassed and embarrassed. This emotion was so strong that there was a gleam of water in his eyes. , In a breath, the water light surged, "...I said it was bitter."

Her lips still felt numb after being licked by Han Jiangmu. Before she had time to accuse Han Jiangmu of her audacity, Jiang Chaoyun felt a great sense of grievance in his heart.

Han Jiangmu's hand holding his waist moved up slowly, and finally landed on the back of his head. He showed a confusing expression to Jiang Chaoyun. He looked at Jiang Chaoyun with deep eyes, and his voice became deeper and hoarse: "Maybe I tasted it wrong, young master, let me have a look again."

After finishing speaking, he pressed the back of his head and kissed Jiang Chaoyun's mouth again.

Although it was a kiss, it was a simple kiss. Han Jiangmu obviously didn't have any skills, and repeatedly touched Jiang Chaoyun's soft and full lips in a strange way.

But just like this, the heart in Jiang Chaoyun's chest seemed to jump out of his throat.

He opened his eyes wide, looking at Hanjiang Mu's tall and straight nose.

This feeling is very strange. Once a cold person like Han Jiangmu smiles at him, he seems to be a different person. For a person as cold as him, his lips are so soft.

Jiang Chaoyun could feel the fiery breath from Han Jiangmu's body continuously passing to him, so that his whole body became hot.

Jiang Chaoyun stretched out his hand to push him, but Han Jiangmu noticed first, he grabbed Jiang Chaoyun's hand, and pressed his hand on the table with his fingers interlocked.

Jiang Chaoyun was kissed like this for a long time, and at the end the rosy lips were a little swollen.

When he was finally let go, Jiang Chaoyun heard Han Jiangmu's voice, "I tasted it wrong, the young master is sweet."

Jiang Chaoyun: "..."

The blush on his face spread all the way to his neck, and even the roots of his ears were red.

He wanted to say something, but the round and crystal-clear teardrops slid down his softly curved cheeks one step at a time, and finally gathered at his delicate chin and dripped on the cloak, blooming a dark tear.

Han Jiangmu looked at him, reached out to wipe the red corners of his eyes, and asked innocently, "Why are you crying, young master?"

Jiang Chaoyun's voice was choked with sobs: "How can it be reasonable, how can it be reasonable!"

Han Jiangmu said: "Master..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked by Jiang Chaoyun, which didn't hurt very much.

Jiang Chaoyun stood up and was about to leave, but Han Jiangmu grabbed him and let go when he turned around, "I offended the young master, young master, don't be angry."

He reached out and took out a gem-studded dagger from his pocket, and brought it to Jiang Chaoyun, saying, "This is my apology to the young master."

Jiang Chaoyun's face was still blushing, and his eyes were hazy with water. He couldn't see Han Jiangmu's face clearly. He lowered his head and saw the dagger Han Jiangmu sent to him. His voice choked up, "What kind of apology is this?" ?Who will give a dagger at the time of apology?"

Han Jiangmu looked at him and said, "This is my mother's relic."

His lips moved, wanting to say something, but his eyes touched Jiang Chaoyun's teary eyes, but he swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and said in a calm voice: "I took the most precious thing from the young master, so naturally I will use it Give the young master the most precious thing on your body."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Chaoyun felt ashamed again, "...Don't talk nonsense if I have any valuables on me!"

Even so, he snatched the dagger from Han Jiangmu's hand and strode towards the door.

Han Jiangmu reminded from behind: "Master, be careful on the road."

He asked again, "Do you want me to take the young master back?"

Jiang Chaoyun said loudly: "No! You can go!"

Han Jiangmu listened, and didn't force it. He watched Jiang Chaoyun disappear at the door, and suddenly stretched out his callused fingertips to gently rub and hold Jiang Chaoyun's lips that had just been kissed, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly again. rise.

Looking closely, a faint blush appeared on his cold white cheeks.