Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

Master Yu developed Yan Tong's body carefully and meticulously, until he was in a good enough condition, and then entered the main topic.

Even so, Huo Liushuang's body still felt uncomfortable reflexively.

So Master Yu seriously asked Yan Tong how he felt, and kept adjusting his methods... Finally, with his unremitting efforts, the two of them accomplished their goal.

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Master Yu stretched out his hand to hug Yan Tong into his arms, and felt the sweat in his hand, so he asked, "...Do you want to wash it?"

Yan Tong rolled over comfortably in his arms, obviously not wanting to move.

Master Yu reached out and stroked his hair, and sighed softly.

"Am I right? You didn't know how to sleep before."

Yan Tong was probably tired, and his voice was a bit vague, he said: "I know now...Master, are you still coming tomorrow?"

Master Yu rubbed his hair, chuckled softly, "Like it?"

Yan Tong gave a low hum, closed his eyes, and leaned comfortably in his arms.

After two intimate relationships, Master Yu was much easier to talk to than before, and said with a smile, "I'll come if you like."

Yan Tong was not sober because of being too tired, so he said it again:

"I like."

Master Yu looked at his half-asleep and half-awake confused appearance, a certain place in his heart seemed to be filled, and he was inexplicably happy.He almost blurted out "I like it too", but immediately forgot his identity, and abruptly stopped back.

—— He was driven to nowhere by the hunt in Pyeongchang, so he decided to take a risk and trust the old saying "the most dangerous place is the safest place" and hid in the Han mansion.

No matter how good Huo Liushuang was, there was no future between them.

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Yan Tong didn't get a response from Master Yu, so he turned over and hugged him, and said vaguely: "You are so kind... No one has ever been so kind to me..."

Master Yu knew that the actor had a pitiful background, and he was tired too, so he didn't listen carefully to what Yan Tong said, but lay on his back on the bed, his eyelids gradually began to fight.

Yan Tong still hugged him and refused to let go, muttering:

"Shiyi, you are so kind, Shiyi..."

——However, Master Yu, or Qin Yu, had already fallen into a deep sleep and heard nothing.

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When Yan Tong woke up, the bed next to him was already empty, and the traces left by that person were still there—the chef surnamed Yu probably had left traces in his heart, which were as clear as the traces on the bed sheet. unreal.

Master Yu...he is so good, so good that a prodigal actor like him can't climb high.

Yan Tong stared blankly at the morning sun shining into the room.

He was very fortunate that that person was just the cook in Han's mansion.Although most of his colleagues will never meet a person like Master Yu in this life, Master Yu is just a cook after all... They are all equally humble, so there is still hope for him.

Although he himself knew that Master Yu's personality and temperament, no matter how he looked at it, he was not just a cook.

——He is a person who grew up in three religions and nine streams, and he is very accurate in recognizing people.

It was the only time he prayed that he was wrong.

But if he is wrong, he is wrong, he has already jumped into this pit, it doesn't matter who Master Yu is, as long as he is not from Wei Jun.