Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Yao was like a silkworm tightly wrapped in a quilt, lying stiffly on the bed.

He was a little troubled thinking that this young master seemed a little too clingy.

Edward was so close to him, he didn't know when he grabbed Ruan Yao's palm with one hand, the advantage of the Caucasian skeleton was fully reflected in his young master, he could easily wrap Ruan Yao's fingers in the palm of his hand with one hand , like the corner of a pacifier held in a child's hand.

Ruan Yao couldn't even scold him harshly.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to sleeping with a big bear in my arms." Shang showed a sorry and innocent expression in his childish green eyes, and his index finger unconsciously rubbed each of the slender jade fingers of the little priest. An ambiguous weak electric current aroused in the place instantly.

"So now I can't help but want to hug something when I sleep now." He explained in a superfluous way.

Ruan Yao doesn't like being clingy like candies, but the young master keenly sensed that he was trying to escape, so he gripped his fingers tightly, trying to shrink himself into a small ball, pitifully rubbing against the little priest's hair. The side neck with a light fragrance, the hair brushed Ruan Yao's exposed skin, bringing a delicate itching.

"Does the priest think I'm annoying?"

"I do not……"

Ruan Yao moved her body, trying to stay away from the fluffy dog's head.

"Don't go." The young master lowered his voice lower and lower, even mixed with a little crying.

"I'm scared."

In front of Edward, Ruan Yao always felt that she was cruelly abandoning the dog's owner, so she could only let the future godfather of the mafia nest in her arms with trepidation.

Good weight.Ruan Yao Pain Mask.

"Ruan," Edward hugged the little priest's waist affectionately through a layer of quilt, his gold-like hair was like a sea of ​​stars spreading out at night, and it was also like golden sand scattered in the folds of velvet.

Ruan Yao felt that his hair was so beautiful, and wanted to reach out and touch the young master's shiny, soft hair to see if it was as cool as gold.

"You smell so good." Edward's voice was muffled under the quilt, sounding like an insecure child who could barely hold on to the only piece of driftwood he could touch so as not to be caught Drowning in endless fear.

"You look like my mother."

You don't have to.

Are you European metaphors so peculiar?

Although it is true that a child who has just lost his father will feel insecure, but this way he can't sleep at all!

The liar priest stared blankly at the dark ceiling with his eyes open. Master Edward, who was used to cuddling a teddy bear to sleep, obviously regarded Ruan Yao as his big bear. Almost out of breath.

Ruan Yao decided to struggle to the death before being crushed into a cake.

After all, he was still a child, and he should have been sleepy by this time after expending so much energy.

Ruan Yao listened to the sound of the boy gradually relaxing and taking long breaths with his ears upright, guessing that he must have fallen asleep, and carefully tried to push away his arm that was lying on his stomach.

Who knew that Edward looked thinner, and his strength was still much stronger than Ruan Yao's, but Ruan Yao didn't dare to wake him up, her face turned red from being depressed, and she couldn't move his arm a little bit.

Instead, his hands were sore.

Ruan Yao bit her lip sullenly, wondering whether this guy would be so clingy if he knew that he was here to cheat money and sex.

The young master should be fast asleep, Ruan Yao was ready to move, and called in his ear: "Edward?"

His voice was soft and soft, like the wind blowing from the tulle skirt of a goddess.Confused and unaware.

"Edward, are you asleep?"

The curtains were half drawn, and the dim moonlight fell through the window into the room so silent that only the breathing of two people could be heard.

no response.

Ruan Yao tried to twist her body hidden in the quilt, the young master was disturbed in his sleep, and let out an indistinct dream, and finally let go of the hands and feet wrapped around the little priest.

become free.

Ruan Yao showed an evil smile, and rubbed her hands with a look of cannon fodder.

As an old pervert who swindled money and cheated sex, he had to take a good look at this silly, white and sweet little beauty he sent to his door, and teach him a lesson.

"Remember not to kiss, the protagonist's first kiss must be the protagonist's gong." The system reminded nervously.

"I know, I know." Dream kissing Ruan Yao is already very experienced.

Edward seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his brows were slightly frowned, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were trembling uncomfortably.

Ruan Yao thought again that he was a child whose birthday had just passed, and suddenly felt guilty.

Feeling guilty, he lowered his head and approached the boy's sleeping face, pursed his lips, and quickly planted a light kiss on the boy's trembling eyelashes.

Like a butterfly kissing the eye.

The boy who was trembling like a drowning puppy fell silent in an instant, and his delicate eyebrows were furiously tangled for a moment, and then stretched very slowly.

There was a faint smile on his face.Edward was originally beautiful like an angel, and it was easier to soften his heart when he was sleeping softly in the quilt.

"What a troublesome child." The little priest grumbled and complained in a low voice, unhappily, and at the same time reached out his arms and hugged the young master who was sweating all over because of the nightmare.

"Have a good dream."

Ruan Yao consciously completed the arduous task of the frivolous protagonist, her eyelids were already so heavy that they were fighting with each other, and she yawned softly and silently, lazily like a delicate kitten in the arms of a golden retriever puppy, quietly closed his eyes.

Edward felt as if he was trapped in a light cloud, like a soft ocean wave, or like a mother's warm womb, and his body and soul would gradually melt in this temperature.

If possible, he would like to be trapped in such a tender trap for the rest of his life.

Edward Duvall lost his mother when he was six years old.

That devout Christian chose the most unforgivable way of death—suicide.

He can still remember the blond woman looking at him with those weeping eyes. He was a little thinner than other children at that time, standing up to less than the height of his mother's thigh, and the woman was kneeling on the ground to be at eye level with her son.

Her red and swollen eyes were crying, but there were no tears left.

"I should have known he was an asshole." Underneath her beautiful lace dress were bruises that couldn't be concealed, layers of old and new to a terrifying degree.The thin, malnourished arms are not even as thick as those of a six-year-old.

"You have to remember that God will not save you."

"You have to be useful to get rid of everything, get rid of the mafia, get rid of this dirty blood." She grabbed her younger son's arm so hard that she almost dug her nails into the child's tender flesh.

There was a torn Bible under her battered knee.

"God is hypocritical garbage, only you can save yourself."

"I'd rather go to hell than believe in God."

Every midnight dream, the woman's words echoed in his mind over and over again like a curse, the red, swollen eyes that could not shed tears and the blue-gray cloudy eyes that lost their highlights alternated in his dreams, the sound of wooden warehouses Freeing women forever from those endless sex and hallucinogenic drugs ended up driving Edward Duvall into a total lunatic.

Mom's sorry.he thought calmly.

I'm destined to be a bad breed.

He should sink in the mud all his life, until he dies with the bloody surname Duvall.

He was ready to fall, but just when the black mud was about to flood his head, a beautiful little priest suddenly reached out and gave him a hand. Regardless of the puppy's dirty body, he gently kissed his eyes.

At that moment, he almost betrayed his mother who died in despair.

He let out a long sigh, turned around and hugged the sleeping priest, Ruan Yao's soft cheek was so close to him, as long as he shifted a little distance, he could rub the tip of his nose against Ruan Yao's rosy full lips.

This beautiful, defenseless little Asian priest.

"Are you here to save me?"

He secretly asked the sleeping little priest in his ear, showing a sweet smile to himself: "It must be."

Ruan Yao fell into a drowsy sleep, and unconsciously leaned into the young man's warm embrace.

The nightgown he was wearing finally showed its usefulness at this time.

The pajamas, barely wrapped with a ribbon, had long since lost their function after a lot of struggle. The black silk was spread flat around the waist, only adding a hint of desire to the frosty white body under the clear moonlight. Hugh's beauty.

Edward's dark green eyes were still bright and seductive in the night, and he used his eyes almost greedily to describe the body exuding the warm fragrance inch by inch.

Ruan Yao was born very white, holding his flesh is like holding up a handful of fine snow that has not yet melted.The black silk and satin that shone with fine luster in the middle of the night almost assimilated most of his exposed snow-colored muscles and bones into glistening cold jade.

He was completely defenseless when he fell asleep, and the cheek flesh that looked a little more childish than Edward extruded a small arc on the side of the pillow.

……

His little priest is obviously very thin, his limbs are slender like flower stems, and the places where there should be flesh are soft like freshly baked strawberry glutinous rice cakes, and the soft white color faintly reveals a bright pink.

……

The boy seemed to be a child who had discovered a new toy. He carefully touched the ball of soft white grease wrapped in the black silk pajamas. It was soft and warm, trembling slightly with the sound of breathing, as if it was about to melt into a ball from between his fingers at any time. Spread the water.

How can someone be so thin and flimsy, a red rose with falling branches, a white camellia, as long as a human hand exerts a little force, the petals will be tangled together and secrete a gorgeous flower juice like tears.

The innocent-looking, baby-faced boy tilted his head, and his lips curled up in a shallow arc.That grim smile was fleeting, and then it was that childish young master who was afraid of sleeping alone.

Afraid of frightening the little priest, it is better not to do this yet.

As long as the little priest always treats him well and is willing to stay by his side forever, he is also willing to hold him as the snow on the top of the mountain and the moon in the sky forever, and will not give anyone a chance to get dirty.

Including himself.

No matter what he wants, he is willing to dedicate all treasures to the gods.

……

Ruan Yao had a nightmare.

He seemed to be haunted by a monster whose face could not be seen clearly.

The monster had weird vines, and the dark brown branches grabbed his ankles, and went all the way up from his calf, wrapping around his thighs with a layer of soft white flesh, and wrapping around his slender waist with ambiguous and charming strength. His thin limbs and thin white neck hung him in the air.

The flowers on the vines have a sticky touch like a soft tongue, and also secrete a sweet liquid like honey, which is like a puppy, covering Ruan Yao's whole body.

Ruan Yao wanted to struggle, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers. She could only watch helplessly as the monster touched her naked body with vines bit by bit.

Are you going to eat me?Ruan Yao opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Before being swallowed by the strong aroma, Ruan Yao opened her eyes.

Edward was sleeping soundly with his head on his chest. He tried to move his fingers but couldn't lift it up.Good guy, it turns out that the lack of strength is due to being numb from the pressure of the protagonist.

As for the reason why she dreamed that her whole body was covered with nectar... The moment Ruan Yao lowered her head to check her thighs, a layer of shameful crimson appeared on her porcelain-white cheeks, and her cat-like round eyes were unbelievably wide open. When he reacted, he couldn't control himself and struggled back hard, clamping his legs in panic.

"I, I, I..." Ruan Yao stuttered, because she was so shocked that she couldn't think of what to say.Edward still slept soundly, but his arms suddenly became empty, and he hummed a little unhappy and hugged the quilt again.

Ruan Yao opened her mouth, a layer of tears quickly accumulated in her light amber pupils because of shame, and her voice was trembling: "Brother Tongzi, I won't do anything cruel to the protagonist, right?"

He covered his eyes and tried to pretend to be an ostrich: "I'm obviously just a plant without worldly desires."

If you really do something terrible, you will be expelled from the management bureau!

Ruan Yao was dizzy, and only remembered that she seemed to be frivolous to the protagonist last night according to the person's design, and she had no more exaggerated memories at all.

The little priest panicked, sat at the end of the bed with half of his snow-white shoulders exposed outside his nightgown, wondering what he had done wrong with the system.

He looks more like a ruthless scumbag.

The system also stuttered, and two suspicious blushes appeared on the dark gray metal square: "No, no."

I haven't seen this scene either.

The host's data has been stable overnight, and even after one night, the protagonist's favorability for the host has risen to an unprecedented level.

Ruan Yao tremblingly moved her legs covered in suspicious liquid, trying to quietly destroy some criminal evidence.

It's so hard to die, the young master who didn't respond to such a big movement just now was awakened just when Ruan Yao was about to stand up.Edward rubbed his eyes sleepily, and looked innocently at the stiff priest: "Ruan, what are you doing?"

So Ruan Yao had no choice but to leave the dirty marks on her thighs, and smiled hastily: "I'm used to getting up early, God said that hard work is a virtue."

The young master slept so softly that his hair was fluffed up. Hearing this, he laughed and walked a few steps on the bed very affectionately, hugging the priest's slender waist that seemed to be broken if he held it from behind.

"God will surely praise your piety."

System: Weird, like a couple.

Ruan Yao blushed embarrassingly, he felt that the way Europeans expressed their love was too enthusiastic, and he was a bit overwhelmed, not to mention that he urgently needed to wash off some dirty things.

"I think I should go first..." The boy swallowed the rest of the words innocently.

Edward narrowed his eyes, like a jackal who had succeeded: "Ruan, you have a strange smell."

"Yes, is it? No." Ruan Yao's eyelashes trembled, he was really not suitable for lying, if he wanted to pretend nothing had happened, at least he should not blush.

Ruan Yao had also smelled that fishy smell, but she thought that Edward would not notice it if she covered it with a nightgown.

The young master laughed sullenly: "No other meaning, I just think Ruan smells good."

Makes me want to do something more extreme.

"It doesn't matter, Ruan, every man is like this, it's normal." The young master is more like a mature adult at this time, and he hugs the bewildered Ruan Yao affectionately and explains to him.

"God won't give up on you because of this."

Pray he doesn't care if God abandons him or not.The original monster in the ancient east thought angrily, if he wants to believe, he should believe in the Supreme Lord Jade Emperor Sakyamuni or something.

From Ruan Yao's angle, he couldn't see the young man's gradually darkening green eyes, and when he stared at Ruan Yao, he seemed to want to tear him apart at any time.

The little priest's ears were even more red, and the bloodshot earlobes looked like the tens of millions of pigeon blood rubies auctioned by the old godfather before, making people want to knead them.

Ruan Yao is like a frightened kitten, resisting the boy's contact.

I regret it now.Very sorry.

I knew I shouldn't have agreed to the young master's request to sleep together.

No, Edward shouldn't even be promised to stay overnight.

Ruan Yao's head was full of messy lines.

Those dirty marks were about to dry on Ruan Yao's thighs, but Edward only prepared a set of simple silk nightgowns for him, with nothing to wear except a pair of pure cotton shorts.

Messy red marks and dirty things are all over the plump and soft legs that have been stretched out.

If only a gust of wind could lift the veiled corner of the nightgown, you could get a glimpse of the ecstasy inside.

In fact, if Ruan Yao could calm down and think about it carefully, he would find that it was definitely not left by his own confusion in his sleep.

It's a pity that the idiot priest was very concerned about face, and he didn't think of the possibility that the culprit was someone else. At this moment, he only wanted to send the young master away quickly, so that he could clean up the evidence by himself.

That kind of stuff can be a pain to dry on your legs.

Although Ruan Yao felt that this was embarrassing, he had to admit that he was indeed very experienced in this situation.It's just that what was erased before was not his own.

Edward could only stare at an angel's face and said with a smile: "I hope Ruan can go to the greenhouse with me today, I have prepared a surprise for you."

Ruan Yao just wanted to pack up and go back to his dilapidated church.

"I don't think so anymore, I'm the only one in the church." Ruan Yao politely refused him.

Then Edward's face showed the look of an abandoned puppy without excessive, with the tails of his eyes drooping: "Okay."

The boy sighed for a long time, and said with infinite regret: "At first, I wanted to take the priest to see the newly photographed gems in our house."

gem?

gem!

As a thief who pretended to be a priest just to steal the mysterious gems from the Duval family, how could Ruan Yao refuse the temptation of the gems!All things immediately took a backseat, the little priest blinked his eyes sensitively, his eyelashes seemed to be flapping the wings of a butterfly: "What gemstone?"

Edward had a pure face, as if he was a child who couldn't wait to share his secrets with the one he liked: "That's the last gem my father took before his death. It's called Clotho's tears. It's very beautiful."

Ruan Yao pretended to show a bit of embarrassment: "Is this not good?"

Edward is as good as others: "In addition to this, I would also like to take the priest to see some other treasures in our family collection."

"I don't think the effect is very good..." Ruan Yao obviously forgot about the fact that there was still a strange thing stuck to her leg, and was unconsciously held in the arms of the young master, which is more beautiful to a thief. The color is obviously more attractive than the mysterious gemstone.

Ruan Yao didn't even feel that Edward's hand was placed on the back of her neck at some point.

This was an action full of strong possessiveness, but Ruan Yao didn't react to it.

He was dazzled by the treasure offered by the young master on his own initiative.

Edward leaned against Ruan Yao's ear, stroking the round jade-like spine on the back of the priest's neck with his fingers, and his innocent voice seemed to be bewitching: "Dad liked to collect these things when he was alive. He loved me so much that he gave me the key to the collection room."

"You can watch it for as long as you want."

Does Ruan Yaoxin think that I am that kind of superficial person?

The pampered young master's eyes showed a look of victory.

The little Asian priest struggled a bit, and a bright and somewhat dazzling smile appeared on his gorgeous face: "Okay."

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