The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

Both physically and mentally were exhausted to the extreme, Nan Xiao closed his eyes, but within a few moments his consciousness became chaotic.

In a daze, he felt that he seemed to be wrapped in someone's arms, and the palm on his back was gently traced along his spine. He couldn't help but groaned, and struggled to open his eyes a seam.

There were a few strands of silvery white hair in his eyes, and he was about to pull away when he was pushed back.

Han Yuan's voice was low and hoarse: "Go to sleep, it's fine."

Bai Qi knocked on the door with the breakfast in his hand.

After waiting for a few moments, I didn't see the black-haired human come out to open the door, only a cold voice came from inside.

"Who?"

A simple sound, but the tone of voice reveals a faint murderous intent.

Bai Qi was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that it was the seriously injured dragon who woke up.

"It's me, I'm here to deliver breakfast and new wound medicine...Can I come in directly?"

There was no sound from inside.

Bai Qi carefully opened the door, and when he turned into the bedroom, he saw the two hugging each other on the bed from a distance.

The black-haired human seemed to be in a deep sleep. His short hair was scattered on the bed, his knees were slightly bent, and he was hugged in his arms.

sin sin.

See no evil. See no evil.

Bai Qi turned around abruptly, stammering: "Well, I put the breakfast and wound medicine on the table outside..."

"Okay, it's work."

"That... that brother is sleeping, should I bring you another quilt?"

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"What do you call him?"

"Brother...brother?"

The dragon's voice became colder and colder: "Don't call him that next time."

Baiqi was at a loss, thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, and could only temporarily define it as "the little sweetheart is angry when he disturbs him".

He hurriedly responded, put down the things in his hands, and left in a hurry.

Nan Xiao fell into a deep sleep this time, and when he woke up, the sky was already dark.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when his vision gradually became clear, he realized that his head was actually pillowed in Han Yuan's arms.

He can kiss the other party's Adam's apple with a slight lift of his head.

"woke up?"

"Well... I slept for too long, isn't it already evening, why didn't you wake me up?"

Han Yuan hasn't eaten for a long time, and his medicine hasn't been changed...

"Seeing that you slept soundly, I didn't call you—I'm not hungry, and the wound didn't burst and bleed. It doesn't matter if I change the dressing later."

Nan Xiao responded, and carefully pulled out of bed.

There was a stack of side dishes and two bowls of minced meat porridge on the table outside the bedroom, and the porridge was already cold.

There is also a can of pounded medicine mud beside it.

"White sent these food and medicine?"

Nan Xiao picked up the wound medicine, went to the bed and lifted the hem of Han Yuan's shirt.

The condition of the wound looks much better. Although the wound is still deep, at least there are no symptoms of infection and inflammation.

Feeling a little better, Nan Xiao scooped up some medicinal paste with a wooden spoon, and gently applied it on the wound.

"The elves did come."

"Thanks to him, there are a lot of dried herbs, and he also sent us quilts and food. I want to take him to the imperial capital after we leave. He is very familiar with herbal medicine. I found a good one in the imperial capital. It shouldn't be hard to work..."

After changing the wound medicine, he helped Han Yuan sit up against the mattress.

Han Yuan's gaze on his face seemed to be a little scorching, with faint sparks.

"That white chess... looks good?"

Nan Xiao was taken aback.

Baiqi's appearance is that kind of indistinguishable beauty, because he has been isolated from the world all year round, his lake green eyes contain a bit of innocence that does not know the world, and the facial features of the elves are relatively deep, so he is really good-looking.

But why did Han Yuan suddenly ask this?

Nan Xiao pursed his lips, suppressing the inexplicable irritability in his heart.

"Hmm...it's pretty nice."

"How does it compare to the elf male star in the imperial capital?"

Ok?

Nan Xiao glanced at him sideways: "... Each has its own merits."

"So... Your Highness also likes Baiqi's appearance very much." Han Yuan's thin lips were lined, "Well, since Your Highness wants to take him to the imperial capital, then take him with you."

At this time, if Nan Xiao still can't hear the jealousy in Han Yuan's tone, then he really has known each other for so long.

The young man laughed, and deliberately looked around.

"I feel like something is wrong in this room."

"what happened?"

"Obviously there is no vinegar jar, why is there such a strong smell of vinegar?"

After the words fell, he caught a trace of childish sourness in Han Yuan's long and narrow phoenix eyes.

He pursued the victory and leaned forward: "Tell me, are you jealous? You can also eat the jealousy of the white chess piece?"

At that time, he said that the elf patriarch was handsome, but he was just making a joke. How could Han Yuan remember it so clearly, and even now he would be jealous because of this.

"Why can't you eat it?"

Han Yuan's probing hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him slightly in front of him.

The phoenix eyes were raised slightly, but the light was dark: "When he came to deliver the food just now, he called you brother."

Nan Xiao felt that this person seemed to be unreasonable when he was injured.

"What's wrong with brother? He's younger than me... why don't you call me brother? We can't reveal our identities for the time being. I didn't tell him my real name. Of course he can only call me that."

"Your Highness said it himself."

Nan Xiao blinked blankly, and the next moment he saw the corners of Han Yuan's lips slightly raised, and there was a hint of teasing in his expression.

"Then Xiao Xiao is younger than me, should he also call me brother?"

A gust of hot air rushed to his cheeks.

Nan Xiao's cheeks were hot, and he wanted to pull his hand out of Han Yuan's palm, but he was afraid of hurting his wound.

After hesitating for a long time, Han Yuan moved closer and closer, his lips almost touching his earlobe.

"Xiao Xiao doesn't want to call?"

The tone of the other party was a little lower, as if he was a little disappointed.

"It seems..."

Nan Xiao could hear the unfinished meaning in his words, he just wanted to say that he would let Bai Qi call his brother, but he himself was unwilling to coax his boyfriend.

The warm breath sprayed on his earlobe and the skin on the side of his neck, as if countless ants and insects had crawled over it, making it numb.

Nan Xiao lowered his eyelashes, and his pupils were covered with a thin layer of mist.

"...No, I'm not, it's not that I don't want to call."

He is thin-skinned, and always feels that this kind of address is too ambiguous, like, like...

The young man's cheeks were flushed, as if he had just drunk wine, and his black eyes were also bright.

"That's the name...we call it that... some..."

Some are too bad.

What exactly is wrong, he can't tell.

"Some what?"

A light kiss landed on the corner of his lips, Han Yuan's eyes were so deep that he almost fell into a whirlpool.

Nan Xiao closed his eyes, and thought: "...Brother, brother. If you don't like people calling me that, at worst, I won't let you go."

"I don't like people calling you that."

The other party's kiss is deepening.

"However... I quite like His Highness calling me that."

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