Muhan Shuangcheng

Ye Shuangcheng picked up a few mouthfuls of rice casually, and lost his appetite. I don’t know how many times he has looked at the dark sky outside the camp. Mu Han hasn’t come back for a day, and several soldiers outside the tent have been questioned by Ye Shuangcheng. It's annoying, but it doesn't show the slightest thing on the face.The soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the dark sky. The black boy had been asking them for a whole day, hey, the general didn't say where he was going when he left, so how could they know the general's whereabouts?

Hei boy was lying on the bed a bit sleepy, on the bedside table was the decoction brought by the soldiers, the black and thick soup exuded a bitter taste, Hei boy curled his lips, not wanting to drink, anyway, he had rested for a day, and he was already very well about there.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, because Hei had slept a lot during the day, so he was completely sleepless at this time. Hearing the occasional sound of unknown insects outside the tent, Hei boy felt a little irritable, but he couldn't explain why. He didn't know everyone here, and the people guarding outside wouldn't let him go out, and Brother Han wasn't there, Ye Shuangcheng suddenly felt a little wronged and confused, a little homesick, and missed his father.

As soon as this feeling of longing came up, it began to flood. Ye Shuangcheng jumped out of the novel feeling for the first time since he left home for so long. Overwhelmed by overwhelming homesickness.After an unknown amount of time, the boy Hei with tears all over his face finally fell asleep vaguely.

When Mu Han returned to the tent, he saw Ye Shuangcheng lying on the bed, the exposed side of Xiao Hei's face was mottled with tears, his eyes were dark, his small mouth was slightly pouted, and he seemed to be sleeping full of grievances.Stretching out a finger, rubbed the little black face that was exposed, and thought, why are you wronged, you broke into my life and my heart without any explanation, and I haven't said anything yet.

The boy Hei, who had not been asleep for a long time, felt a tickle on his face, as if something was moving on his face, Brother Han?A figure flashed in Hei boy's mind, he tried his best to open his eyelids, turned over and lay on his back on the bed, and saw clearly that the person next to the bed was Mu Han who hadn't returned all night, and the emotions that had not been calmed down for a long time began to churn again, and suddenly got up, He stretched out his arms to hug Mu Han, rubbed his little head against Mu Han's slightly cold arms a few times, took a deep breath, and at the same time, he also smelled the cool, clear and nice smell of Mu Han in the morning. The sweet and greasy fragrance doesn't seem to belong to Brother Han's taste.

When he was hugged by Ye Shuangcheng, Mu Han froze. Looking at the black boy in his arms who relied and trusted him wholeheartedly, he found that his heart, which had been depressed all day and night, seemed to be soothed, and he lowered his eyes with a complicated expression. Looking at Ye Shuangcheng, who only showed a mess of hair, stretched out his fingers to run along the black and thick mess of hair, and his slender, white fingers walked through the black hair, the picture was unexpectedly harmonious and seductive.

Feeling that there seemed to be warm moisture penetrating through the clothes, the fingers along the messy hair stopped, and pushed the black boy on the chest away with some force, Ye Shuangcheng was suddenly pushed away, but Mu Han lowered his head like a cover-up. Lifting up, Xiao Hei's face was covered with tears again, his eyes were wet, Mu Han's heart ached faintly, his fingers moved on Xiao Hei's face, wiping away the tears, "Okay, why are you crying?"

"Brother Han, you didn't come back yesterday, where did you go?" Hei boy looked at Mu Han pitifully.

Mu Han looked at the little pitiful eyes, feeling wronged by Bala, his heart softened, "What's wrong?"

"I... I thought you didn't want me, Brother Han..." There was a faint cry in the aggrieved words, the jet-black eyes that had been washed by tears became brighter, and the two snow-white front teeth bit the red one. lower lip.

Men in the early morning are very prone to get angry and impulsive. Mu Han looked at Ye Shuangcheng's red lips biting lightly with his little white teeth, red and white, his eyes narrowed slightly, their color gradually became thicker, and his breathing became heavier all of a sudden. There was a "buzz", as if a string in my heart had been plucked somewhere, I tilted my head, and kissed those red lips.