Wake up every day in the Shura field

Ye Luo froze for a moment, shook his head half helplessly and half fondly, and chuckled lightly: "You..." Don't say anything, he will always find out by himself.

From all aspects, Ye Luo is a very good boyfriend. He looks good, has a good figure, is gentle and considerate, and most importantly... he has a great talent and a good job.

It's just that the desire to possess and control is a little stronger, and the desire to be coquettish and perverted... Other than these, everything else is perfect.

Su's heart trembled for Qing Yan, and she couldn't hold back and cursed in a low voice: "Oh, fuck you little fairy."

"Huh?" Ye Luo looked at him suspiciously, her black eyes were gentle: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Qing Yan glanced at him with a half-smile and didn't say anything more.

Ye Luo felt itchy when he saw him, and couldn't help but bowed her head and kissed him again, calling him in a low voice: "A Yan..."

"I'll make up for it, don't make trouble." Qing Yan has long been used to this man's sneak attack from time to time, rolled his eyes and pushed him away, turned around and walked towards the sofa.

After being pushed away, Ye Luo saw Qing Yan lying on the sofa lazily like a boneless one, he smiled, sat down beside Qing Yan, reached out to touch the other's slender waist, and kneaded gently He rubbed it from time to time.

Qing Yan was very comfortable being served by him, and because of the drowsiness, she didn't care about his small movements. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, and her breathing gradually became light and long.

Seeing Qing Yan's exhausted appearance, Ye Luo frowned, and swallowed the words that he wanted to continue asking what he had just heard. He sighed softly, got up and went back to the room to take out a thin blanket. Cover this careless guy.

When it was over, Ye Luo squatted beside Qing Yan and stared for a while, then shook his head: "What a little ancestor..."

He sighed softly, stretched out his hand and continued to knead the other party moderately, but his eyes were tightly glued to the other party's face, as if he couldn't see enough.

The appearance of the young man sleeping was really peaceful and peaceful. His fair face was pressed sideways on the sofa cushion, his nose fluttered, which was a bit lovely. At this moment, he did not have the fussiness he had when he was awake, and he looked extraordinarily well-behaved and painful. .

However, Ye Luo's eyes were all attracted by the faint blue layer under his eyes, he paused his hands, pursed his lips, and continued to serve this little ancestor.

It's getting tougher lately.

Thinking of this, a faint gloom appeared on Ye Luo's brows again, he thought: those people who are an eyesore should get rid of them as soon as possible.

Although I don't know what happened between Ah Yan and Wang, but in terms of Ah Yan's current attitude, it must not be simple.

The only thing he's lucky about now is that the other party doesn't know the real identity of the king for the time being, otherwise, if he wants to let the other party know that he can't touch the king at the moment, it is unknown whether this guy will stay by his side by then.

After all, he doesn't love himself.

Ye Luo's eyes gradually darkened, he pursed his lips, seeing that the kneading was almost done, he got up and kissed Qing Yan's forehead lightly, then turned and walked towards the room.

After confirming that the person had returned to the room and the door was closed, Qing Yan, who was sleeping soundly, sat up, looked up at the door of Ye Luo's room, and reached out to touch his forehead: "He is, addicted to kissing." ?”

hhhh was silent for a while, and thought: "...I think, maybe people just want to have a heart-to-heart with you."

"Missing?" Qing Yan laughed, shaking his head and remaining silent.

hhhh didn't mention this again, and changed the subject to remind: "It's already noon, and there are only five hours left before Yan Huaiyu arrives here, Xiao Yantai still think of a way QAQ?"

"What's the hurry, there are people who are more anxious than you and me to get Ye Luozhi away." Qing Yan continued to lie back on the sofa disapprovingly.

hhhh hesitated: "...Xiao Chen?"

Qing Yan was pleased: "Honey, you're finally smart~ Awesome~"

hhhh: "...QAQ"

As Qing Yan expected, after about three hours, Ye Luo walked down with a frown. Unlike usual, this time he also changed into a long robe that symbolized his status as a priest. It is tied loosely, but tied high.

As soon as he came down, he saw Qing Yan who was peeling and eating oranges. He walked over and said softly, "Are you awake?"

Qing Yan responded and continued to eat her own oranges.

"I just received an urgent call from Emperor Capital Star. Something happened. I have to go back. You are waiting for me to come back here, huh?"

"Go." Qing Yan didn't care.

Ye Luo laughed angrily, lowered his head and bit his neck, originally he just wanted to bite him lightly, but as soon as he bit it, he remembered the person who was causing trouble for him far away in the capital star, and his mouth fell apart. With strength, the smell of blood diffused.

"Fuck," Qing Yan jumped and glared at him angrily, "Are you sick?"

Ye Luo came back to her senses, let go and smiled: "A Yan, I'm leaving."

"Get out of here." Qing Yan held his bleeding neck and said unhappily.

Ye Luo sighed softly, turned and left.

"You son of a bitch." Qing Yan looked at his back and cursed, and after a while, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Tell me, does Ye Luo not like cuckolds?"

"Nonsense," hhhh complained: "Which man likes a cuckold?"

Qing Yan sneered: "In this case, let me help him."

hhhh: "..." What is the inexplicable ominous premonition?

Qing Yan ignored it, turned around and went back to the room, and came out again after a while. When he came out, he had already put on a thick coat, and he still had the aircraft and watch in his hand.

Counting the days, it was almost Qingming, and it was time for him to burn incense to that person. After time travelling, he missed that person a little after such a lifetime.

Lingshan Cemetery can only be regarded as a remote small cemetery in the bustling Vic Star, and there are still about ten days before the Qingming Festival, so it is very sparsely populated and deserted, even the people who come here to pay homage It's so pitiful that even the hawkers selling sacrifices can't be seen at a glance.

The cold spring wind was blowing, sporadic wildflowers appeared beside the concrete floor, the air was still filled with humidity, and the surroundings were silent.

Qing Yan retracted the aircraft, put his hands in his pockets, and walked up the mountain against the cold wind.

hhhh: "...what are you doing here?"

"Have fun."

"..."

Qing Yan walked for a while, and finally found a vendor in a thin padded jacket pushing a small cart halfway up the mountain. He walked over and picked some incense sticks and some fruits.

After buying the things, he smiled and chatted with the vendor, then continued walking up the mountain with a bag of things.

There were more people in the cemetery than on the way, but it was also sparsely populated. The few people seemed too deserted.

Qing Yan didn't care about other people, and came to a cemetery, put incense in it, poured out the sacrifice, knelt down and worshiped, and said to himself for a while, then put the things away again, just When he wanted to go back, his communicator rang.

Qing Yan clicked his tongue, took out the communicator and looked at it, his face was a little cold, and he didn't connect until the second before the communicator was about to hang up, with a careless tone: "Hello?"

"Master, Ching Ming Festival is coming soon, the Patriarch asked you to come back and offer incense to the old Patriarch."

"Master?" Qing Yan raised his eyebrows, his brows were cold, and he sneered: "No, I can't afford it. I will definitely buy one for this incense. How come they have raised me for more than ten years?" Is it the year?"

"...Master, you..."

"Come on, I'm hanging up, don't call me again if you have nothing to do." After speaking, Qing Yan cut off the communication without giving the other party a chance to say more.

He stood in the cemetery and looked at the tombstones. He didn't know what to think, and he turned and left after a long time.

Back and forth, he didn't stay in the cemetery for more than half an hour. When he went back again, Qing Yan was sitting in the aircraft at a short distance, and happened to see him standing outside the yard with his back facing My own Yan Huaiyu.

Qing Yan raised her eyebrows, opened the skirt of the collar a little, exposed the teeth marks on her neck, then smiled with satisfaction, and stopped the aircraft.

He hugged the man's waist, blew in the other's ear affectionately, and said ambiguously: "Baby, miss me?"