absolute sacrifice

In a daze, Yang Annan felt that his upper body was suspended in the air and fell into a warm embrace.

On the sweaty forehead, a broad palm carefully covered it, rubbing it lightly, "I have a fever..."

The man's voice was full of distress, echoing in my ears...

Subconsciously, Yang Annan could completely imagine the owner of the voice frowning and saying this, just like he had experienced this kind of situation before...

Instinctively thrust his body into the man's arms, Yang Annan subconsciously comforted him in a low voice, "I'm fine, don't worry about me..."

Huan Rao's arms around him tightened instantly.

After a while, I slowly relaxed again.

A pleasant low smile rang on the top of the head, and there was boundless pampering in the faint helplessness, "You~~ Every time you do something wrong, you use this trick to act like a spoiled child at me, you are sure, I am reluctant to scold you Right? You cunning little goblin~~"

The palm on the forehead touched lightly again, and then the body was carefully put back on the bed.

Yang Annan felt his mouth being gently opened, and something was stuffed in. For a moment, his mouth was full of bitter taste.

Yang Annan frowned immediately in bitterness, followed by some slightly sweet liquid flowing in again.

It was as sweet as honey water, and Yang Annan immediately swallowed it all greedily, and the bitterness in his mouth was washed away a lot.

The body was half-carried again, and a thick towel was gently wiped back and forth on the hair. This kind of emotion like treating a treasure made Yang Annan couldn't help but feel very comfortable.

Lying quietly in the warm embrace, Yang Annan completely relaxed his body, and gradually, his consciousness completely sank into sleep again...

In the darkness, the man's burning and deep eyes were quietly staring at his sleeping face, like a beast aiming at its prey, focused and cruel...

"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!  …"

Early in the morning, Yang Annan was woken up by the sound of the doorbell sounding like a soul.

"Who?"

Supporting his still drowsy head, Yang Annan threw off the quilt drowsily, and sat on the bed blankly, obviously not yet recovered.

"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!  …"

The doorbell continued to ring persistently, Yang Annan was finally sobered up by the noise, and hugged his head in pain, "Who is it early in the morning?"

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!..."

After pressing for a long time, the sound of the doorbell not only did not weaken in the slightest, but became louder and louder.

"Don't be noisy!"

Unbearable, Yang Annan finally raised his hands in surrender, climbed out of the bed on both hands and feet, slowly put on two pieces of clothes casually, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Who the hell?!" Yang Annan gritted his teeth and opened the door, staring out with sleepy eyes, and saw a strange man standing outside the door.

Who is this?

never seen...

Is it a sales pitch?

Thinking of it this way, Yang Annan's mood suddenly became worse, and he opened his mouth and scolded the man angrily: "Sir, don't you know that disturbing people's dreams early in the morning is a very immoral thing?!"