Muhan Shuangcheng

When the first whistle sounded in the barracks, Mu Han opened his eyes, and found that Ye Shuangcheng had rolled into his arms at some point. He hadn't seen him for so many years, and he was so unprepared for him. He was a little surprised at the same time. He was also a little speechless, the person in his arms was entangled with him like an octopus, he let out a sigh of relief, raised his hand to cover the ears of the black boy, and only withdrew his hand after the whistle sounded.Lowering his head, he only saw a lovely hair whirl on Ye Shuangcheng's head. His gentle breath penetrated through the thin clothes and sprayed on his chest. It was a little warm and itchy. An arm was wrapped around his waist, and his legs were wrapped around his chest. Holding his thigh, this kid still loves to pester people as before when he sleeps.

Gently pulling away the hands and feet wrapped around him, Mu Han got out of bed, asked someone to bring water to wash up, changed into a white outfit, and was ready to go out and start practicing.

The morning sun rises slowly, the morning fog is misty, and the morning light shines through the fog and sprinkles on the camp, glowing red.In the barracks, the voices of people in the tents everywhere, the changing of shifts, the drills of new veterans, are full of vitality.

When Mu Han finished his morning practice and returned to the tent after washing off all his sweat, what he saw was this: Ye Shuangcheng was lying on his side with his arms around the quilt, and the small curly hair on his forehead was lying softly on his forehead, because he was sleeping. Because of this, Xiao Hei's face was a little flushed, and his lips were even darker in color, as if he had applied a good lip balm.

The corners of his mouth were raised, this kid had slept soundly, and he still hasn't woken up yet.Lifting up the hem of the clothes, she sat on the edge of the bed, and when she looked closely, she found that the corners of Ye Shuangcheng's lips were slightly curved, as if she was having a sweet dream, and her red lips were even more alluring.Mu Han's heart skipped a beat when he found that his eyes were fixed on Ye Shuangcheng's lips, his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, but his right thumb could not help but lightly rubbed the lustrous lips, warm and tender. Soft, soft, the touch is so beautiful.

"Hmm..." Practicing martial arts all the year round, marching and fighting, although Mu Han's hands are slender and fair, they are beautiful, but there are slight calluses between his fingers and palms. At this time, he caressed the soft lips of the black boy. The calluses stimulated the black boy. He hummed softly, as if impatient to be disturbed from his dream, he flinched a bit, trying to avoid the things moving on his lips.

Mu Han's hand was empty, and the bottom of his heart seemed to be empty, and then he woke up, what was he doing?Why do you have such weird thoughts about Shuangcheng?Looking at the black boy who was still sleeping soundly in a somewhat complicated way, with stretched brows, bright eyes covered by eyelids, moving under the eyelids from time to time, a small dark face, a small nose that is not very straight, a little too red lip color.Except for the color of his lips, and his thin body, this kid is a pure boy from head to tail, from feet to head.Besides, I am not a womanizer, why did last night and today...

Mu Han withdrew his hand, and stroked his forehead speechlessly, "Brother Han, are you not feeling well?" The black boy's voice was a little soft, with the gentleness of a young man, and he didn't know when he woke up, so Mu Han put it down. With his hand in his hand, he saw the kid lying on the bed looking at him with a pair of sleepy eyes. The little curly hair was lying on his stomach, and his lips were bright red. He was so damn cute and alluring.

For a moment, his throat seemed to be very dry, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and he turned his head, "I still can't wake up, what time is it?"

"Brother Han, your voice is so weird. Did I roll the quilt last night and caused you to catch a cold?" Ye Shuangcheng got up in confusion and scratched his head. Why is Brother Han's voice so hoarse? I have goosebumps, I can't really catch a cold.

"Cough..." Mu Han cleared his throat in embarrassment, his fair handsome face turned suspiciously crimson, he got up and walked outside, "No, get up quickly, breakfast and soup are ready. Take it easy, I can eat it myself, I don’t care about you.”

"Ah, Brother Han, how can you ignore me..." Hei boy got up abruptly, "Ah..." He fell headlong under the bed.

Before Mu Han sat down, he heard the exclamation of the black boy in the middle, turned around the screen and saw the scene in front of him, even if he was as cold-tempered as him, he couldn't help laughing.