Dressed as a high-risk occupation

The moment the breath approached infinitely, Jiang Wen'an trembled and finally pushed him away.

"Ah—" He pulled his trousers and dropped his clothes, stood up in a hurry, and knocked his head on the wooden board above the carriage.

He shrank in the corner, and was pushed violently by him—the person who chased him up again and grabbed his hand.

Shen Yan's eyes—half filled with night,—half filled with moonlight.

Jiang Wen'an struggled, turned his face away to keep the tip of his nose away from his approaching breath.

"Are you crazy?"

"Ah."

He seemed to hear a sneer, and then his chin was pinched by Shen Yan's fingers, and he forced it to face him.

"Whatever you want, sir, I can satisfy you. Why? Why - do you have to go out and find someone else?"

He was crazy, questioning him with red eyes.

Fingertips crawled from his chin to the corner of his mouth, pressed and rubbed twice, "You like women, I can use this to satisfy you."

"If you want a man..."

"Shen Yan!" Jiang Wen'an realized what he meant.

He wanted to explain that he didn't know what Jiang Zongzuo arranged before he went to Zuiyuntai, and he was really chatting with Hua Xiangrong and Yuyao when he stayed there, he didn't think about any nonsense at all.

But even if he really wanted to do something, Shen Yan shouldn't have made such a move, it was really shocking.

After being yelled at by him, Shen Yan's emotions gradually calmed down, but he just lowered his head and pressed his forehead against his, looking a little fragile.

Jiang Wen'an forced himself to calm down, and patiently explained to him: "I went there for other things, not to find them to do that kind of thing, I didn't, I swear."

Shen Yan's eyelashes fluttered twice, wondering if he listened.

Jiang Wen'an had just experienced an incredible thing, and he hadn't adjusted his mood yet, but he had to guide him patiently.

"Yanyan, sir is an independent person. Even if you really want to do something, it is normal. Even if you have been with me for a few years, you shouldn't do such a thing to me. I just felt your disrespect. , this is very bad."

This time he was sure that Shen Yan heard it, because he heard the other party's muffled "um".

"So, if you think that I have done something wrong, you can directly say it, instead of using this method, you have to learn to use the correct method..."

The palm loosened a little, Shen Yan took his hand and touched it to his lips, "That's because I'm crazy with jealousy."

Jiang Wen'an didn't bother to think about the meaning of his intimacy, so he was attracted by what he said.

The corners of his brows jumped, as if he had caught something.

"What are you jealous of?"

He intuited that asking this question would make things clearer or more complicated, and in short it might change some of the current situation, but he still asked it.

"Jealous of them being close to sir."

Jiang Wen'an reiterated, "I haven't."

"Yeah." Shen Yan let go of his strength a little, leaned on him, and slid down.

"I just can't see my husband being nice to others, and I can't get close, and I feel uncomfortable if I say a few more words, because I..."

He dawdled twice, and buried his head into the side of his neck completely as if embarrassed.

"Because I am Mr. Xinyue."

"Want to be a husband... Husband."

The last two words echoed in his ears, and the hot breath couldn't dissipate for a long time. Jiang Wenan's nerves, which had just relaxed a little bit, tensed up again.He is completely messed up.

His eyes were wide open, his hands resting on his sides, unable to move forward.

There was no way to hug him, no way to push him away.

After a long, long time, Jiang Wen'an's legs were numb, and when he was about to sit down, he was picked up again.

Shen extended his arms and held his waist.

Jiang Wen'an woke up like a dream, and finally pushed him away.

Shen Yan still wanted to get closer.

"Wait! Calm down first, don't do this." The two separated a little, and Jiang Wenan finally sat down, his eyes were full of confusion, but his rationality was gradually returning.

"What did you just say? You... what?" He couldn't say the words because it was unimaginable.

As if suspecting that he had heard it wrong, he repeatedly confirmed it, but all he got was an affirmative answer from Shen Yan.

Every time, his gaze is firm: "I am Mr. Xinyue."

Unbelievable inquiries over and over again, and a direct and passionate confession strengthened the young man's belief and made Jiang Wen'an completely confirm it.

He has been raised by his son for several years, he has always been the object of his son, and he actually fell in love with him.

"I don't want to be Mr.'s student, and I don't want to be a little brother." He looked directly into Jiang Wen'an's eyes, and said with tenderness, "I want to be Mr.'s husband."

Jiang Wen'an didn't know what kind of expression he showed at that moment, nor did he know how long they had been silently confronting each other, he didn't even know how he spent that time.

Finally, he whispered: "Go back first."

Shen Yan didn't force it, as long as the husband promised him: "Sir, don't hide from me."

"..." Jiang Wen'an thought about hiding, but Shen Yan seemed to have figured him out a long time ago—the tortoise temper that wants to shrink into the shell when encountering anything, and give him the greatest concession, but it's not absolute. compromise.

When Jiang Wen'an got out of the carriage, his legs were a little weak, Shen Shen extended his hand to support him, and then took a step back, giving him a certain amount of space.

Under the twilight, Shen Yan lowered his eyes, and he was the only one in his eyes. He was so gentle and obedient, and his well-behaved appearance was completely different from the presumptuous appearance he had just shown to him in the carriage.

Jiang Wen'an was confused.

He nodded: "Okay."

Jiang Wen'an returned to the room with sloppy footsteps, and when he lay back on the bed drowsily, he was still puzzled, how could things turn out like this?Since when did it become like this?

The possibility never occurred to him.

But at this moment, looking back on the past, it seems that there are traces to follow.

Shen Yan never liked him being close to others, not for family members like Shen Yanzhao, nor for friends like Suo Ya and Liang Ziqing, his reaction was even worse when Xi Xiang appeared.

I used to think it was a child's inexplicable possessive desire, but now I realize that such possessive desire is not so pure.

Shen Yan also loves to be close to him.He usually loves to act coquettishly and hug him. He used to think that Yanyan would have some kind of skin hunger and thirst. It can be seen that he didn't have this kind of situation with other people, so he just thought it was a sign of him relying on himself, so he didn't stop it .

But now that I think about it, when he was young, Shen Yan had blasphemed himself in front of him, and tonight also, Shen Yan had shown his desire/desire for him more than once.

Jiang Wen'an pulled up the quilt and covered his face, feeling ashamed of his own dullness and unintentional connivance all this time.

He has always been big-hearted and didn't think too much, but tonight it was the first time he couldn't sleep.

But what he didn't know was that such insomnia was commonplace for Shen Yan, and it was much easier to say it tonight.

He still couldn't fall asleep, but this time it was because he was waiting for an answer with a half chance, sweet and tormenting.

During the day, Shen Yan didn't wait for Jiang Wen'an, afraid that he would feel embarrassed, - went to supervise the construction of the canal by himself early in the morning.

As usual, Jiang Wen'an wasn't late, but he didn't come to him as soon as he used to.

They are not far apart.

Jiang Wen'an was lowering his head and writing something in the record book.

When the record book had been turned over many pages, the reminder bell for the noon break finally rang, and the tangled writing brush finally let go of the booklet.

It's full of meaningless symbols.

Jiang Wen'an leaned against the railing and raised his head halfway. The record book was held upside down on his face, and he sighed heavily.

Light footsteps stopped beside him.

Jiang Wen'an's body was stiff, he straightened up quickly, the record book slid down from his cheek, and was caught by Shen Yan.

He didn't return it, just rolled it up and held it in his hand.

"You..." In order to conceal the trembling of his legs, Jiang Wen'an moved a few times, and took the initiative to talk to him about a topic.

"Well, how is your cultivation going? Is everyone still cooperating?"

"pretty good."

Shen Yan didn't give him a chance to escape, and said seriously: "Do you know what I want to say, sir?"

Shen Yan's tone was gentle, but his eyes were extremely serious, which made him unable to perfunctory or prevaricate.

There was silence—for a while, Jiang Wen'an asked him, "Have you thought it through?"

Shen Yan didn't hesitate: "It's always been very clear."

There was only a slight pause, and he followed up and asked: "Where is the sir?"

It seemed that he felt that his tone was too cold and urgent, so he lowered his voice and asked, "What do you think, sir?"

Jiang Wen'an couldn't hide from him anymore, so he had to pour out all the things he was thinking while suffering from two dark circles under his constant self-doubt.

"I just can't believe it. How is that possible?"

"How do you like me?"

"En." Shen Yan responded obediently, and refuted him with what Jiang Wen'an had taught him: "Mr. said that as long as you work hard, everything is possible. So, why is it impossible?"

Jiang Wen'an choked.

Yeah, why not possible?

He is not married yet, Shen Yan has grown up, they have no blood relationship, what is impossible?

He could only repeat meaningless words: "I just didn't think of it, not at all."

"Hmm." Shen Yan kept a not-too-distant distance, leaned slightly, and discussed with him softly: "Then what do you think from now on, sir? Treat me as a man, not a child. "

Jiang Wen'an's beautiful eyebrows were tangled together.

Shen Yan was very patient: "Then what do you still have doubts about, sir? Tell me, okay? I'll see if I can make my husband think it's possible."

His words were like cotton candy, gently wrapping up all Jiang Wenan's entanglements.

He suddenly felt that his reason might not be tenable, and before he realized it, Shen Yan was approaching his psychological defense bit by bit.

"I'm afraid you are just impulsive."

He tried his best to explain what he thought in his heart to him: "You have been staying by my side, I don't know that there are more and better people out there."

"I'm afraid you haven't figured it out and don't know what you really want. If I rashly give you hope at this time, it's like coaxing a frog at the bottom of a well." He frowned, "I'm not saying you don't The meaning of insight is that you should look at the wider world and see other people, instead of just seeing how good I am to you."

Shen Yan frowned slightly, listening to him with a slight smile.

Jiang Wen'an had completely forgotten the words he had prepared earlier, and now he just felt that his words were not expressive, and he was a little anxious, "Besides, I also have a lot of bad things, and I'm not as good as you think. I'm not a very careful person, Most of the time, you are the one who takes care of me, and I didn’t protect you well, let you go to join the army by yourself, and you were bitten by a snake, which made you almost useless—one hand..."

"So." He looked up at Shen Yan, "Do you want to think about it again, I really have nothing worthy of your liking."

Shen Yan smiled, and the deep voice was next to his ears, which made Jiang Wenan's ears feel hot.

After a while, he seriously replied: "My husband took care of me before, now I take care of him, what's wrong?"

"And what you said was wrong, you have always been protecting me. When I was young, you rescued me from the cold palace, and let me go out of the palace with you, so that I would not be persecuted by the prince."

"It was the same in Beijiang. It was Mr. who brought the jade plate to rescue me in exchange for Dust Poppy, and later he helped me get rid of the side effects." Speaking of being stared at here, the corner of Shen Yan's mouth slightly raised, and continued Said: "Mr. has been helping me. If I hadn't thought about coming back to see Mr., I would not have been able to leave the enemy camp. Mother's jade pendant was found for me by Mr. Ling, and Aunt Ling's pendant was also brought to Yunshan by Mr. I just got it, sir is my lucky star."

He spoke unhurriedly, his voice was like gurgling water flowing into his cochlea, Jiang Wen'an's face was flushed, and his heart was soft.

But he is older than Shen Yan, so he has to think more: "But you are the prince."

"I don't care about other people's opinions." Shen Yan did not hesitate: "Anyway, my father has never cared about me, and he doesn't care whether I live or die. As long as sir - in a word, I don't care about this identity."

"..." Jiang Wen'an didn't mean that.

He not only hopes that Yanyan can be a good prince, but also wants him to rule the world.

"I am much older than you."

Shen Yancai is the young man in his prime, but he is already in his early 30s here, which is really far behind.

"I don't care. And I think my husband is not much different from me. At most, my body is stronger than my husband's. I have better physical strength. I can do better in some aspects..." He blushed a little as he spoke, and finally his voice gradually weakened Going down, he said affirmatively: "Well, these are not big problems."

Jiang Wen'an suddenly felt powerless, not helpless, but powerless to refute, Shen Yan always had various reasons to dispel his worries.

When he feels that his personal feelings are impeccable and he can't find any flaws, it indicates that he... is going to die.

Not getting a reply for a long time, Shen Yan felt uneasy and had to go one step further.

"It's not that I haven't gone out to see others. But no more."

Jiang Wen'an raised his head, and met him full of youthful affection, staring at Xinghan's bright eyes.

"There is no one who loves me and loves me like Mr. No one ever takes all the place in my heart like Mr. "

"I……"

Jiang Wen'an wanted to say that his love for him in the past was not half impurity, and had nothing to do with Fengyue at all.

But I can't say it right now.

The young man's strong feelings and straightforward love rushed towards him without any concealment. He was at a loss, unable to resist, and was completely hit to the point.

Shen Yan was persuasive: "I know, Mister may not be able to change all of a sudden, and still need some time to think about it."

"Think slowly, I can wait."

"Just don't hide from me and give me a chance, okay?"

Jiang Wen'an was completely speechless.

It's deadly.

"Sir, you don't need to do anything, just ask your heart from time to time, when you feel that there is a place in your heart for me to live in, tell me..."

Shen Yan's palms were slightly sweaty, and he pretended to be relaxed in his self-righteousness, but he was defeated by nervousness in the end.

Breathing becomes erratic.

"Now sir, do you think it's possible?"

The author has something to say: Phew, finally confessed~

The old mother is crying!

Although I don’t have a car, my relationship has made great progress (please tap me QAQ, the relationship will naturally come naturally, judging by Yanyan’s young and fresh body, will you still worry about it by then hehehe)

And. Everyone can guess the identity of the oiran mentioned in the last chapter~ hehe (he is an important character)