The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

Nan Xiao felt that he had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he was sleeping on the bed, and the little dragon cub was resting beside him.

He turned over, and just as he hugged Xiaolongzai into his arms, the Zaizai in front of him suddenly changed into Han Yuan's appearance.

The handsome man with silver hair and golden eyes easily clasped his hands behind his back and pressed them on the bed sheet.

The palm of the other hand covered his cheek, and the slender fingers like bamboo jade gently traced his brows, and finally the pulp of the index finger pressed against his lips.

He widened his eyes in surprise, and struggled to ask, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word.

There were strands of emotions in his heart that he didn't understand, which magnified and magnified all the senses in his body.

He could clearly feel Han Yuan leaning forward and lowering his head, his thin lips almost rubbed against his earlobe, and his warm breath brushed against the base of his ear, causing a numb itching like thousands of ants crawling over...

Immediately, the heart rate increased sharply, so fast that it almost jumped out of the chest cavity.

An unspeakable expectation made his whole body hot with a thin layer of sweat, and his clothes were stuck to his body, cold and sticky, forming a sharp contrast with the scorching body temperature of the chest of the person in front of him...

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

The deep magnetic voice sounded softly nearby, Nan Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were not yet adapted to the bright light in the room, and physiological tears welled up suddenly.

In the dense mist, he saw a blurred face outline in front of him, and he didn't need to look clearly to know that it was Han Yuan.

The scene in the dream has quickly receded in my mind, leaving only a little ambiguous aftertaste.But the feeling of the cold sweat staining his clothes really made him feel very uncomfortable.

The young man lying on the bed with empty eyes frowned and opened his mouth subconsciously: "No..."

Uncomfortable.

But when the words came out of his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence at all.

A few drops of water flowed down the corners of the young man's eyes, and the mist covering his pupils dispersed, and he could clearly see the person sitting by the bed.

When Han Yuan heard the sound of his words, his originally gentle expression suddenly turned cold for a moment, and then his silver eyelashes drooped slightly, and a trace of self-blame and loss that he couldn't understand flashed across his dark eyes, and he quickly recovered his innocence. The appearance of waves.

"I asked the waiter to help His Highness sit up and give His Highness a drink. Don't worry, Your Highness, I will not touch you."

Nan Xiao's chaotic mind that had just woken up was still thinking about that ambiguous and absurd dream. Hearing what Han Yuan said, he nodded in a daze, and did not react until Han Yuan stood up.

Han Yuan was sitting next to him, and it seemed that he should have been guarding him.

There were only the two of them in the room, and there were kettles and cups on the bedside table. Why did Han Yuan ask the waiter to come?

And, what is "I won't touch you"?

Nan Xiao's body was ahead of his thoughts, and he grabbed Han Yuan's wrist.

"you……"

Han Yuan turned around, and the darkness in his long and narrow phoenix eyes became a little thicker. He quickly turned around and poured the tea, and handed it to him.

Nan Xiao took a few sips from the cup, and asked after his dry and hoarse voice had moistened a bit.

"You...why did you say that just now?"

Han Yuan replied in a low voice: "...Didn't Your Highness say 'no'?"

Nan Xiao was stunned for a moment before he understood, and couldn't help laughing immediately.

"I said 'no' not to let you touch me, but I wanted to say that I'm not feeling well... It's just that my throat is hoarse, and I didn't say the next few words."

A few minutes later, Nan Xiao simply scrubbed his body, changed into clean clothes, and came out of the bathroom.

He seemed to have a fever, he felt a little top-heavy, his limbs were limp, and he couldn't exert much strength.

"Han Yuan."

Nan Xiao lifted the quilt and lay back, seeing the man next to him soaking up antipyretics for his fever, he raised his hand and gently pressed his swollen temple.

"What about Zai Zai, did you send him to another room?"

The man came over with a medicine bowl, sat down beside his bed, and didn't answer him directly.

"Your Highness, drink the medicine first."

Nan Xiao stretched out his hand, the medicine bowl was a bit heavy, he had no strength to hold it steady, the soup tilted a circle in the bowl, and almost spilled out.

As soon as a low cry came to his throat, Han Yuan's hand reached out in time to help him stabilize the medicine bowl.

"His Highness is still running a high fever, but the doctor said that he will recover after a few days of recuperation."

Nan Xiao let go, and brushed the back of Han Yuan's hand inadvertently with his fingertips. He inexplicably thought of the dream he had just had, his cheeks became hot, and he didn't catch a glimpse of Han Yuan until Han Yuan took a spoonful of soup and fed it to his lips. The tips of her ears are also a little red.

"The explosion was under control, no one was injured, and no buildings collapsed. I blocked the news. All those who were assassinated have been detained in prison, and they will be interrogated by trustworthy people."

"Your Majesty, I will explain when His Highness is better."

"As for the little dragon cub, I'll explain it to you after you finish drinking the medicine—don't worry, he's not injured and is alive and well."

Nan Xiao just raised his heart and let it go back. After drinking a bowl of bitter medicine, Han Yuan actually thoughtfully prepared milk cake for him.

After eating the sweet and glutinous milk cake, the young man's dark almond eyes narrowed slightly in satisfaction, and said vaguely.

"I see, I don't worry about Zaizai with you here... What about you, a few kilograms of explosives exploded, are you really okay?"

"It's really okay."

"Well... then tell me, where is Zai Zai now?"

Seeing Han Yuan tidy up the medicine bowl, he got up and moved the desks in the room to the side, leaving a large space in front of the bed.

Nan Xiao blinked and asked tentatively.

"... Is Zai Zai going to perform a show for me?"

What kind of program requires such a big team.

A white mist exploded out of nowhere in the open space. After the ice mist cleared, a huge silver dragon several meters long appeared in front of him.

As in the rumors, the giant dragon has a pair of beautiful dragon wings, majestic dragon horns, sharp claws, shiny dragon scales...

Handsome, cool, and domineering.

This should be what Han Yuan looks like when he does not transform into a human form.

Before Nan Xiao could speak, there was another big white mist, but this time when the mist cleared, the giant dragon suddenly disappeared, and Han Yuan was nowhere to be seen.

Ok? !

Nan Xiao subconsciously sat up straight, with a hint of anxiety on his face, but the next moment——

"giao."

He made a move.

"Giao, giao."

The silver-white little dragon cub flew up from under the bed, came to his side in a few steps, and lowered its head obediently.

Nan Xiao turned his face sideways and stared at his little chubby cub.

There are also some immature little dragon horns. When they are not shaking, they like the dragon tail half-circling their body, and they are guilty of not daring to look directly at his beautiful golden pupils.

Great, it's his cub.

But, who can tell him.

Why are Han Yuan and his cubs alone? !

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