[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

The faint aroma of red sandalwood lingered in his nose, and Mo Yihuan became a little sober in an instant.He opened his eyes in panic, and saw Ji Yue sitting on the head of his bed, looking down at him.

"Why are you crying?" Ji Yue's thin lips parted slightly, and he said slowly, "Who is bullying you?"

Mo Yihuan stared blankly at Ji Yue, but didn't say anything for a while.Ji Yue frowned, and suddenly raised his voice: "I'm asking you something!"

Mo Yihuan shrank back in fright, and timidly shook her head: "No..."

"Then why..." Ji Yue leaned down, staring at Mo Yihuan with dark eyes, dark eyes: "Why, are you blaming me for treating you badly?"

Mo Yihuan watched helplessly as the man's handsome face approached.In fact, he was not fully awake yet, his mind was drowsy, but he subconsciously shrank back and shook his head vigorously.

"Then tell me, what are you sad about?"

As Ji Yue said, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the boy's face.Mo Yihuan turned her face sideways to avoid his hand, but Ji Yue's hand froze in mid-air.

His face darkened in an instant, and he grabbed the young man's chin fiercely: "Mo Yihuan, I told you...don't be shameless!"

The boy's chin was clamped by Ji Yue's hands, and his eyes inevitably met his.The four eyes met, the amber eyes of the young man gleamed with water, stubbornly meeting his gaze, his lips were slightly pursed, and he refused to say a word.

Ji Yue paused, he sighed, his expression eased a little, and he said softly: "Huan'er, during the time you lived in the West Palace, I haven't treated you badly, have I?"

Mo Yihuan still looked at him without saying a word.

Ji Yue said: "So, are you angry with me because of what happened yesterday? Are you blaming me for forcing you?"

Mo Yihuan lowered his eyes, and finally spoke, his voice was so low that he could barely hear: "...don't dare."

"Mo Yihuan!" Ji Yue finally couldn't bear it anymore.He suddenly turned over and pushed the young man down, his black pupils were burning with anger: "My patience has a limit!"

The man's face was close at hand, Mo Yihuan turned her head away, moved her lips, and said softly: "...I miss home."

Ji Yue was startled.

There was a long silence.Ji Yue took the boy into his arms and leaned down to kiss his face.From the end of the teenager's reddened eyes, along the tear stains to the corner of his lips.

Mo Yihuan struggled: "No!"

Ji Yue grabbed the boy's wildly waving arms, pressed his hands firmly on top of his head, and said with a sullen expression, "Don't move!"

Mo Yihuan thought that Ji Yue was going to force him again, so he was angry and scared, and under the influence of alcohol, he shouted almost hysterically: "Since you think my face makes you sick, why do you still do this to me? Things? If you want to take revenge on me, you can beat me and scold me! Can you please don't touch me..."

Ji Yue's movements froze, and he was stunned, looking in disbelief at the young man's blushing face and tears in his eyes.

After Mo Yihuan finished shouting, he realized what he just said.His mind went blank for a while, and he stared blankly at Ji Yue.

He thought that his words would definitely make Ji Yue furious, but after looking at each other for a moment, the man just lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled, and said with a smile: "Really? Huaner, you are so unwilling Let me touch you?"

Mo Yihuan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.Ji Yue tightened his arms, wrapped his slightly trembling body tightly into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "...I won't do anything today, just go to sleep."

The man's strong arms imprisoned him in his arms, and the scorching body temperature passed through the thin clothes.Mo Yihuan's face was pressed against his chest, the faint scent of red sandalwood stuck to the tip of his nose, and a steady and powerful heartbeat sounded in his ears, thumping, pounding, and pounding.

He suddenly felt short of breath.

"Huan'er." The man's voice sounded again, low and slightly hoarse: "In the future, tell me what you need, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

This sentence stunned Mo Yihuan for a moment.He suddenly had an illusion that Ji Yue still cared about his feelings.But then he thought again, this is just an illusion.After all, Ji Yue just treats him as a plaything, and occasionally says a few nice words out of kindness, but it's just a routine of slapping him and giving him a candy.

What's more, why should he care about these?Anyway, he can leave after completing the task, and then he won't have to face this dog man again.

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan forced himself to ignore the strange feeling in his heart, and gently closed his eyes.

This sleep was extremely sweet, and when he woke up the next morning, Ji Yue was no longer there.

Probably because of the hangover, Mo Yihuan had a dull headache.He had a sense of unreality about Ji Yue's visit last night, and he almost wondered if it was his dream.

520 said: "Honey, it's not a dream, it's real."

Mo Yihuan: "Oh."

520: "Are you a little moved?"

Mo Yihuan: "Get lost."

520: "Hey! Baby is so fierce!"

Mo Yihuan: "I punch a monster with one punch."

520: "Scared."

Mo Yihuan ignored him.He sat down in front of the mirror.I saw the person in the mirror with black hair cascading down like a waterfall, face like a peach petal, skin like snow, a little cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, and a pair of peach blossom eyes looking forward with affection... If there were no scars of different shades across the face... , indeed worthy of his title of the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains.

I don't know what kind of mood the original owner had in order to drink the poison and destroy this peerless face...

Just when he was thinking wildly, he suddenly saw in the mirror that there was a person standing behind him unknowingly.

He thought it was Chunhua, and said: "Why, why are you so dazed, you are stunned by brother's beauty? Is breakfast brought?"

No one answered.

Mo Yihuan felt strange, when he turned around, the person behind him was not Chunhua.I saw the man dressed as a guard, with a very strange look on his face. He seemed to be very excited, and he was staring at him with red eyes.

Mo Yihuan opened his mouth: "...Is there something wrong?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man strode forward and pulled him into his arms suddenly.Mo Yihuan's head was pressed against the man's chest, and he was suffocated instantly.

... This big chested brother has such big pectoral muscles!

Just when Mo Yihuan was about to hold his breath, the big breasted brother finally let him go.Mo Yihuan said in a daze, "You, you are?"

The man had tears in his eyes, and his lips trembled: "A Huan, don't you recognize me?"