What if Kuai Chuan's Old Attack is an NPC?

Seeing Shen Xiyang escaped from his room with one hand and one foot, Du Yunian scratched his head in doubt, but he didn't say anything strange, why is this child so shy.

Shen Xiyang went back to her room, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Shizi's clothes hanging on the shelf by Brother Rong. The clothes that were soaked last night were almost dry now.

Shen Xi came to the clothes hanger in a strange way, stretched out her hand and carefully picked up a corner of the clothes, put it in front of her nose and took a deep breath, carefully searching for and distinguishing the unique smell from Shizi's body in the aftertaste.

Shen Xiyang squinted his eyes, and what appeared in front of his eyes were the scenes when he was changing clothes for the son last night, these scenes reappeared and reappeared in front of his eyes like one after another.

It feels like a smoker, after inhaling the tobacco into the lungs, the inexplicable peak pleasure brought by the brain nerves makes people obsessed, and they are so intoxicated that they don't want to wake up.

"Yunjin..."

Driven by pleasure, Shen Xiyang called out Du Yunian's name, with a whispering and charming tone, full of deep obsession and love.

"!"

The word Yunjin was like a warning in Shen Xiyang's heart, and the name that came out of his mouth made Shen Xiyang wake up in an instant.

That is the son, how can I call the son by his name directly, it is disrespectful, the son is the master, how can I be jealous, how can I...

When Shen Xiyang came back to his senses, he saw the clothes tightly held in his hands, and the familiar cloud pattern on the clothes was like a bolt of lightning hitting Shen Xiyang's hands and heart.

Shen Xiyang loosened his tight clothes like an electric shock, and the huge sense of condemnation in his heart made Shen Xiyang take a few steps back unconsciously.

"nausea!"

Shen Xiyang slapped himself, and stopped looking at the clothes hanging on the hanger, he was afraid that when he saw the clothes, he would think of the beautiful scene last night, Shizi's clean body and cheeks flushed due to high fever.

Shen Xiyang didn't dare to look at the dress that aroused his infinite reverie. He took off his outer shirt in twos and twos, lay on the couch with only his middle clothes on and forced himself to sleep.

It's good to sleep, it's good to sleep, it must be because I haven't rested well, it must be like this.

Shen Xiyang gave himself psychological hints over and over again in his heart, but inadvertently, things that should not appear in his mind always appeared in his mind, the more he hated, the more rampant those things were.

It seems that she is mocking, insulting, spurning, and loathing such Shen Xiyang.

Although the bedding on the bed has been changed to clean, Shen Xiyang can always smell it vaguely, the unique fragrance from Shizi's body, lingering in his heart, and can't dissipate for a long time.

Shen Xiyang is about to be driven crazy, no matter where in this room, Shen Xiyang can remind Shen Xiyang of things related to the son.

This feeling is like poison, like tobacco, like an addiction, something that you can't quit once you get it.

Shen Xiyang was so helpless that he had already begun to memorize the Shen family's family rules. He hugged the quilt tightly, and repeated the family rules with his eyes closed: "Xiangshi hides under the thatch, willing to be the people of the motherland." , learn the sword without reading, don't use palms to anoint your body..."