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The moment the pen and the cap were closed, a slight sound sounded at the same time as his words.

He Wangchen paused, and put the gel pen back in place.

The boy's words were very clear in the night.

The flowing air seemed to be stagnant, and the surroundings were quiet.

He Wangchen heard his own heartbeat, it was extremely loud.

The eardrum seems to be covered with a thin layer of thin film, which isolates all the sounds from the outside world. Except for the two words at the end of the sentence, there is nothing left.

He Wangchen straightened up, took two steps, put his legs close to the edge of the bed, leaned down, kept his head down, and asked him as calmly as possible: "What did you just say?"

The deep and eager voice startled Su Nianbai, his eyelashes quivered slightly, his long legs curled up under the quilt, his pink lips fluttered, and he muttered.

The young man's soft and waxy nose mixed with the sweet and slightly hot breath, and the hot wind slowly blew on the extremely close auricles.

Su Nianbai tilted his head, as if sensing someone approaching, he turned around.

What did the beautifully curved upper lip rub against? He Wangchen took a breath, and the warm feeling on the earlobe did not dissipate for a long time.

He looked at those moist lips, the young man moved, his white jade-like straight arms lightly rested on his eyes, his delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he said: "Glaring... ..”

The decoration of the star-rated hotel is luxurious and beautiful. The crystal lamp on the ceiling is shining like jewels. Trevor Wangchen walked over and turned off the ceiling lamp, and only turned on the small dim lamp by the bedside.

The red light under the eyelids turned into a comfortable pure black, Su Nianbai lowered his arms, and his exquisite eyebrows and eyes stretched.

He Wangchen took a deep breath, and asked again: "What you just said was—the Crane God."

Su Nianbai spoke obediently, his ending sound was surprisingly soft: "He Xiao... grass?"

Crane Wangchen frowned suspiciously, could it be that he heard it wrong?

The young man lifted up the hem of his light yellow short sleeves, revealing a small waist. It was as white as glowing, and the soft, unformed abdominal muscles under the flesh could be vaguely seen, "Don't bully... .. bear me."

He Wangchen subconsciously wanted to refute, but heard that soft voice again.

"Crane, God."

This time, the two words were bitten and combined clearly, as if not satisfying, Su Nianbai said again: "Crane God."

He Wangchen looked at Su Nianbai whose lips were slightly parted, his eyes were dim and deep, darker than night.

He had suspected that Su Nianbai was a child before, especially those round amber eyes.

But there is a difference between the video of the kid showing his face and the real Su Nianbai's appearance, Su Nianbai's cheeks are more puffy.

The most different thing was the little reddish mole under the snow-white skin.

Crane Wangchen lowered his head and stared at him with a serious look as if he wanted to engrave every inch of the boy's muscles and bones into his eyes.

He said hoarsely, "Are you my little friend?"

"I'm a child of the Crane God," Su Nianbai laughed silly.

He Wangchen lowered his head slowly, and confirmed for the last time: "Are you... are you White?"

Su Nianbai nodded weakly, then suddenly raised his fingertips, inserted it into his white teeth, and gently sucked it: "The Crane God belongs to me alone, no one is allowed to snatch it."

The amount of information was too much for Stellaris to be able to receive it. For the first time in his life, people who were calm and not flustered were at a loss.

Ten seconds later, He Wangchen came to his senses, the child he was thinking about was Su Nianbai, and Su Nianbai was his child.

The slightly cool knuckles gently wiped the soft face, the fingertips were covered with a thin layer of calluses from playing basketball for a long time, and the rough fingertips rubbed and caressed the little red spot.

Under the fingertips, his face was trembling and shrunk back tremblingly. He Wangchen held the back of his head with his palm to prevent him from escaping, and twisted back and forth with his thumb a dozen times.

The fair skin was ground into powder, he rubbed the delicate white cheeks, the little red dots really grew under Su Nianbai's cheeks.

He was reluctant to remove his knuckles, looked at it twice, as if he hadn't touched enough, he touched it again.

The soft light shone on the child, and He Wangchen's thoughts were confused. He remembered that night when they met, Su Nianbai was drinking milk tea, and the child said on the Internet who would drink that kind of sweet and greasy thing.

Crane Wangchen pursed his lips.

Liars should be punished.

Otherwise, you can know in advance last time.

At daybreak, as soon as the child wakes up, he must be made to cry and shout, and say with watery eyes that he will never dare to lie again.

He Wangchen lay on his side, thinking wildly, propping his chin, his dark eyes outlined Su Nianbai's face over and over again.

After a while, he supported his upper body and leaned against him, watching him quietly. After a long time, his upper and lower eyelids slowly closed.

In the middle of the night, the night is as cold as water.

Su Nianbai was awakened by the heat, he felt a very strong fire burning deep in his throat.

The quilt was lifted suddenly, and the air conditioner in the room was still running slightly.

Su Nianbai opened his hazy eyes, the bottoms of which were slightly moist, the light-colored pupils under the eyelashes were slack, filled with a complicated expression that he had never seen before, he blinked twice foolishly.

The people around him and the surrounding environment are automatically filtered by him, his fingertips are also hot, and his skin is so hot that it is about to burn.

He lightly touched his slightly protruding Adam's apple, shivered from the heat of his fingertips, his breath was rough, and he wanted water.

Su Nianbai was a little flustered, he got up with his eyes slightly closed, groped forward aimlessly, and walked towards the bathroom.

He Wangchen was woken up by the sound of water, he opened his sleepy eyelids, and saw a corner of the snow-white quilt was lifted, and the child was nowhere to be seen.

Following the direction of the sound of water, he rushed to the bathroom, and this was the scene he saw just now.

Water sprayed from the shower in the bathroom, Su Nianbai's whole body was wet, the goose-yellow cloth stuck to his body, he curled up in the corner, shivering from the cold.

His eyes were watery, his eyelashes were wet, his lips were half-open, and his upper and lower shells and teeth could not stop trembling.

He Wangchen's eyelids twitched, he hurriedly tore off the towel, lifted the boy's slender waist, and hugged him back.

The messy hair was pushed away, revealing half of Su Nianbai's face.

He Wangchen held the corner of the towel and gently covered his face, the dry and rough towel scraped his delicate face, the young man struggled to step back and curled himself into a ball.

Crane Wangchen grabbed his ankle and pulled him back, "Hey, I'll clean it for you."

Su Nianbai nodded blankly, and did not break free this time.

The water stains on the clothes spread, and the sheets were wet and turned dark. Su Nianbai snorted a few times, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. He moved his legs a few times, as if he felt that his efforts were useless. She kept squeezing the pillow with her cheeks, and there was a hint of water in her eyes.

Su Nianbai was lying on his stomach, with his face buried in the pillow, He Wangchen's eyes unconsciously glanced at the slightly raised arc, the young man was slender and slender, and the place was full of flesh, which made it extra round.

The boy moved without knowing it, and He Wangchen watched it tremble along with his body.

"..."

He Wangchen took a deep breath, scratched his messy hair, and cursed secretly.

He took out a pure white bathrobe, the boy was still asleep, with a defenseless posture.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, trying his best to ignore those slender white legs.

I don't know how his legs grow, they are white, thin and straight, and the shape is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off them.

If he was a primary school boy before, he never thought there was anything wrong with it. Ever since he learned that Su Nianbai was a child, he was good-looking everywhere, especially his small ankles, which looked extremely easy to hold.

In the process of changing clothes, it is still inevitable to encounter warm, hot skin, He Wangchen suppressed the lingering feeling in his heart, and tried his best to ignore the white close-fitting clothes.

Ten minutes later, Crane Wangchen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tucked the blanket for him, and took a cold shower twice with a bath towel.

On the other side, Gu Xun was lying on the bed in a large font, his face was flushed, and his breath was tainted by the smell of alcohol.

He scratched his face, muttered twice, his stomach was in a tizzy, he woke up suddenly, looked at the snow-white ceiling, jumped into the bathroom, knelt in front of the toilet and vomited upside down.

There was a strange taste in his mouth. He brushed his teeth and checked the time. At 3:[-] in the middle of the night, he went out with his disposable slippers drooped. There was a man lying on another bed in the standard room. His upper body was completely buried in the quilt. Inside, only a small section of the calf was exposed.

Gu Xun laughed lazily: "Xiaobai, you won't be afraid of being suffocated if you sleep like this..."

He walked over, stretched out his hand and shook it, his eyes rested on that thick leg.

Something is wrong.

That's right, Xiaobai's legs won't grow like this!

He quickly lifted the quilt, and saw a big red face: "Lu Ci!"

Lu Ci was woken up by him.

"Why are you and I sharing a room, Xiaobai?" Gu Xun asked, "Where did he go?"

Luci booked six standard rooms, one for Gu Xun and Su Nianbai, seeing his dull face, Gu Xun asked several times eagerly.

"What's wrong?" Lu Ci was feeling dizzy right now, "He might be with someone else, it's okay, what can happen to men."

Gu Xun was anxious and annoyed, "No, it's something, isn't Lin Han interested in Xiaobai?"

In case of drinking too much and making a mistake... Gu Xun slapped himself on the forehead remorsefully.

Seeing his impatience, Lu Ci turned on his mobile phone tremblingly, "Don't panic, I'll call and ask, I'll ask."

As soon as he turned on the phone, he saw several missed calls from Brother He at a glance. At the same time, WeChat messages also popped up. He quickly browsed through and instantly understood what was going on.

The last message is [Trete Wangchen: I received it. 】

He breathed a sigh of relief, and handed the phone to Gu Xun, "Su Nianbai lives with Brother He."

The cold hearted Gu Xun felt that he was alive again, "I was scared to death."

After thinking about it, I felt that something was wrong, I couldn't tell, He Wangchen was quite enthusiastic?

The heat temporarily suppressed by the cold water soon churned again, and the boiling molten liquid seemed to roast him.

His whole body was hot, Su Nianbai couldn't help but feel the coolness around him.

He Wangchen, who hadn't slept for a few minutes, woke up startled, rubbed his eyes, saw Su Nianbai lying on top of him, he propped himself up with his hands, "Why are you awake, do you want a drink?"

Su Nianbai shook his head in a daze, and rubbed his face again, it was cool and comfortable.

The bathrobe on He Wangchen's body was loosened by him, he ignored the itching, put him aside, got up and poured a glass of water.

He slowly lifted the boy's slender neck and tilted the cup, "Hey, it won't be hot after drinking it."

Su Nianbai's lower lip stuck to the wall of the cup, bit it and put it back, shook his head and said, "It's hot."

It was only then that He Wangchen realized that something was wrong with him, he stretched out his hand to cover the boy's forehead, it was very hot.

Amber's beautiful eyes were clear and out of focus, the ends of his eyes were red, his lips were trembling, and his whole face was wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Suddenly, He Wangchen thought of Lin Han.

He held up the boy's cheek, and Su Nianbai's soft cheeks puffed up, "Did Lin Han give you anything to eat?"

Su Nianbai's consciousness was muddled, he tried hard to hear the words clearly, and groaned aggrievedly.

He Wangchen frowned, seeing the young man's distress, said: "Let's go, I'll take you to the doctor—"

Before he finished speaking, Su Nianbai pulled his hand over and covered something.

Inside the palm, it was extremely hot, and when He Wangchen realized what it was, his brows twitched, his muscles tensed, and his whole body went stiff instantly.

Su Nianbai pressed his chin against the man's deep shoulder socket, "Help me..."

His voice was soft and lingering, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

The palm was rubbed by the soft hair tip, itching, Crane Wangchen rolled his Adam's apple, swallowed a bit and said, "Hey, I'll take you to the hospital."

Su Nianbai's consciousness was fuzzy, seeing no one caring about him, he cried out helplessly, "Crane God..."

With a bang, the tense nerves were broken by the stimulation.

He Wangchen's eyes were slightly red, and he wiped away the tears from under Su Nianbai's eyelashes.

After a while, he nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll help you."

The light in the room was very dark, only the lamp beside the bed was shining faintly, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

When helping him, the slender and strong hand accidentally touched the wound.

With tears in Su Nianbai's eyes, he hummed softly, "It hurts..."

The wound was broken, and it looked a little scary on the snow-white leg.

He Wangchen frowned, and his hands were lighter, trying to avoid the broken skin: "Then I'll be careful."

Su Nian blushed, "Thank you, thank you."

Crane Wangchen suddenly felt a little funny.

The two hugged each other face to face, their bodies were very close to each other, and the distance between their lips was very close.

So close that as long as He Wangchen raised his chin, he could kiss him.

Su Nianbai's lips are very beautiful, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, as if he is smiling, as if he could taste sweet water when he bites lightly.

He Wangchen stared at him, his heart felt numb.

He could hear his own extremely loud heartbeat, and his chest was about to burst.

He Wangchen's cool breath spewed onto Su Nianbai's face, and the young man's lips were wet, as if he was waiting to be kissed.

His throat was itchy, after a long while, He Wangchen turned his head, and saw the young man's earlobe red as if dripping blood.

Su Nianbai had never experienced this strange feeling before, his face was dripping with sweat, his toes were curled up, his eyes were half-opened and he said: "Can, can you hurry up, woo woo."

"Huh?" The man's voice was a little hoarse, short of breath: "right away."

He Wangchen stopped maliciously, and lightly touched the boy's forehead with his thin lips, "Do you know who I am?"

Su Nianbai's pupils were covered with mist, hesitantly said: "Crane...God?"

"wrong."

The boy called Crane God over and over again, and was so anxious that he was about to cry.

He Wangchen narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Call me He Wangchen."

"Hewang, minister?" Su Nianbai tilted his head, he couldn't figure it out.

A few seconds later, he suddenly groaned, his limbs trembled, his thin white fingertips curled up, and his whole body turned red.

Su Nianbai leaned prostratedly on his broad shoulders, taking a small breath of air.

He Wangchen coughed softly, took a few pieces of paper from the bedside, and wiped it.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade:

蓠謦? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines:

Xiyan? 4; Yingying? 3; Qilu, Yueqi, Yu Shiran, Lanzhi, Tuantuan? 1;

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