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Xiao Su stayed in the hall until night, and the official documents on the table were all news from Hanshan's surroundings. He flipped through them one by one, but none of them entered his mind.

Excuse……

Xiao Su threw back the official document in his hand, reached out and rubbed his temples.

protect...

Xiao Su sighed, and slowly closed his eyes, a hint of surprise and incomprehension appeared on his handsome face.

shelter……

Xiao Su kicked away the low table in front of him, and let the documents on it scattered all over the floor.

In the blink of an eye, people have arrived at the bedroom.

The indoor candles were dimly lit, only an oil lamp on the table swayed in the evening wind through the window.

Xiao Su stepped forward and followed the light peach smell to the bedside.

Zhaoyan was lying on the bed soundly asleep.

Xu Shi climbed into bed after taking a shower. His neck without a neck brace was white and slender, and his shoulders exposed outside the quilt were thin and thin, as if they would break if he pinched them.

Xiao Su leaned down, turned the person on the bed over, found the other person's lips and kissed him.

The smell of peach that smells so good on the little thing makes people wonder that the other party has put on a layer of rare spice.The spice penetrated into the skin, and then from the depths of the flesh and blood, there was a breath of provocative breath.

Sweet, fragrant, elegant.

Xiao Su couldn't help intensifying the kiss, pinching the fingertips on the other's shoulders and couldn't stop stroking the smooth and soft skin. After a while, the skin appeared a beautiful pink like dyed.

Zhao Yanmeng was disturbed, even though he could tell that the sandalwood scent in his breath belonged to Xiao Su, when he slowly opened his eyelids while moaning, his brown eyes were still full of panic.

"Hmm... um..." He raised his hand reflexively to push away the rude attacker, but after recovering his consciousness in a short time, a smile that finally saw Xiao Su appeared in his eyes.

The hand that fell on Xiao Su's chest slowly clenched the other's clothes tightly, accepting Xiao Su's love and affection that was not tender at all.

Xiao Su's hand slid into the quilt maliciously, and grabbed Zhaoyan's slender waist. The smooth touch made him laugh out loud: "Wait for me without clothes, huh?"

Zhaoyan slightly tilted his head, his full lips were bright red, and the light pink cheeks made Xiao Su clearly see the shyness in his heart.

"I'm wearing it..." Zhao Yan's eyelashes trembled, he pulled up the quilt shyly, "You feel down...there are pants..."

The smile in Xiao Su's eyes grew stronger, and he moved his hand downstream following Zhao Yan's meaning.

When he landed in front of his panties, he badly tugged at the edge of the waistline of the panties, then loosened them viciously.

The elastic flicked around his waist, making a slight embarrassing sound.

Zhaoyan's face turned red instantly, and her beautiful eyes were covered with tears of embarrassment.

"You don't want to play tricks on me..." Zhao Yan hid under the quilt again, and could no longer look directly at Xiao Su, his blushing face was astonishingly hot.

"When did this deity play tricks on you?" Xiao Su refused to admit it, his dark eyes reflected the obedient posture of the other party.

He finally let go of Zhaoyan, and kissed Zhaoyan's soft and hot face forcefully.

The magnetic youth's voice echoed in Zhao Yan's ears ambiguously: "Pick off the quilt yourself, and let me take a look."

Zhaoyan immediately tightened his grip on the quilt, and said in a low voice, "That's right, normal trousers...we really wear this at home...it's just a little shorter than yours, and a little slimmer..."

"Hurry up." Xiao Su urged, blocking Zhao Yan's words.

"..." Zhaoyan hesitated, his eyelashes trembling violently.

He knew that Xiao Su was impatient, but after preparing for a long time, his heart still beat so fast that he could hardly breathe...

Zhaoyan closed his eyes tightly, and lifted the quilt all at once.The slender legs exposed to the air were stretched tensely, and the pink toes were slightly curled up.

The white shorts are really slim, making this already thin body look even thinner.

There are bruises on the waist and abdomen that have not healed until now, and the ribs under the chest can be seen clearly because he is lying flat.

Zhaoyan raised his hand and covered his eyes with his arms, covering the timid tears and wet eyelashes in his eyes.

His voice trembled: "I... don't look good... I'm sorry..."

"The furnace of the deity," Xiao Su's gaze fell on the other's eye-catching bruise, his eyes darkened, "When is it your turn to make an evaluation?"

Zhaoyan heard the sound, and his body froze.

Xiao Su broke away his arm that blocked his view, pinched his wrist in the palm of his hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it.

At the same time, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhaoyan, with a provocative tone mixed with playfulness: "I find it pleasing to the eye, why, do you have an opinion?"

Zhaoyan's lips trembled, and the crystal tears in his eyes filled up more and more.

Under Xiao Su's gaze, this pair of beautiful pupils bent into the arc of a crescent moon at an extremely slow speed, as if the moon was soaked in water.

"Thank you..." Zhao Yan's voice was small, but the smile on his lips gradually became stronger.

He couldn't use more words to describe his mood at the moment, moving, joyful, knowing that the other party was comforting him, so he couldn't accept this compliment with peace of mind. Several feelings were intertwined and surged in his heart.

He sat up, leaned over embarrassedly, and carefully kissed the other party's neck.

Xiao Su wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand and laughed out loud, "It's so touching."

"I don't know..." Zhao Yan shook his head, "I thought you would scold me..."

"Is this deity so fierce in your eyes?"

Zhaoyan hesitated for a while, then nodded with a smile: "It's so fierce."

Xiao Su sneered: "Idiot."

Zhao Yan hugged him tightly, and slipped into Xiao Su's arms slipperily, without any shyness before: "Can you accompany me to have dinner...you are not here tonight, I have been waiting for you..."

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows: "Tsk, it's an inch."

Even so, he still held up Zhaoyan's buttocks, picked him up from the bed, and walked steadily towards the dining table.

Zhaoyan lay on his shoulders, her cheeks were flushed, but she was full of joy.

On the second day, the entire Hanshan fell into a busy state.

The disciples paused their cultivation and repeatedly confirmed that there were no eyeliners around Hanshan, then hurriedly packed their bags and made preparations to leave the mountain at night.

Zhao Yan put on his clothes, lay down by the window and saw how busy it was outside, tilted his head and asked Xiao Su: "Are they decorating the house?"

"Moving." Xiao Su walked behind Zhaoyan, put his hands around his neck, and tied the neckband for him.

Zhaoyan cooperated and stopped moving: "Why did they move, don't they live here?"

"Yeah." Xiao Su said, "I'm tired of living here, let's go to another place."

"What about you?" Zhaoyan panicked, "You want to move too?"

"Otherwise." Putting on the neckband, Xiao Su circled his body from behind, bent down and rested his chin on Zhaoyan's shoulder.

"You..." Zhaoyan swallowed and paused, "Will you take me with you..."

"I don't want to take it." Xiao Su replied with a decisive tone.

The corners of Zhaoyan's eyes turned red suddenly, and his voice trembled: "...Why, don't want me..."

"I haven't finished talking, why are you crying?" Xiao Su tightened his arms and hugged him, seeing that the joke was over, he said seriously, "I won't go there for the time being, so naturally you have to stay here with me."

"You lied to me..." Zhao Yan turned around in his arms, raised his head to face Xiao Su, his eyes were red.

"Yeah." Xiao Su didn't deny it.

He stretched out his hand to brush Zhaoyan's soft hair, which was as soft as his, and smiled with his lips drawn together: "It's long."

The topic was changed for a short time, and the blush in the corners of Zhao Yan's eyes hadn't dissipated yet, and he cried a little: "It's a bit, cover your eyes, you have to cut it off."

"What are you cutting?" Xiao Su's five fingers penetrated into his hair, flicking randomly, "Did you really become a monk before?"

"No, it's not appropriate." Zhao Yan quickly shook his head, "I keep cutting my hair short."

"Besides, monks can't fall in love." Zhaoyan added, "But I want to be with you."

Xiao Su was extremely satisfied with Zhaoyan's words of intimacy.

He leaned over and kissed Zhaoyan's forehead: "Grow it long, I want to see how your hair looks."

Zhaoyan pursed his lips: "Okay."

"You don't need to practice today, the deity will take you around Hanshan." Xiao Su said.

Hearing that there is no need to practice, Zhao Yan suddenly smiled and rolled his eyes: "Let's go after breakfast."

"It's either crying or eating." Xiao Su showed disgust, "The waste stove."

"Zhaoyan." Zhaoyan reminded again, his drooping eyelashes carry the subtle light from the sun, like a black butterfly with beautiful colorful wings.

Xiao Su picked up his lips and smiled, and repeated emphatically: "Trash, furnace cauldron."

Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve, and continued to whisper: "I am Zhaoyan."

"so what."

Zhaoyan knew that the other party was asking questions knowingly, so he glanced away and begged, "I want to hear you, call me."

Xiao Su's handsome face showed a bright smile, and the haze in the dark eyes was dispelled by the soft light from the window.

"Why should I satisfy your request?" Xiao Su stepped forward, leaving Zhao Yan behind.

Zhaoyan chased after obediently, like a puppy following its master, with a gentle and obedient expression.

Xu was afraid that Xiao Su would find him annoying, so he stopped being persistent and kept quiet while eating on Xiao Su's lap.

Xiao Su stared at him for a long time, and said, "Did you not afford food before?"

Zhaoyan, who was drinking porridge, choked on his words, blushed and coughed for a while, then asked in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing, so you say..."

"Gobble it up." Xiao Su patted him on the back to comfort him, while describing Zhao Yan's eating appearance, "It's not eye-catching."

"Then you...you don't have to watch..." Zhaoyan retorted softly, with a stubborn tone that lacked courage.

"Not at all."

"..." Zhaoyan was silent for a while, looking helplessly at Xiao Su.Not at all like a person who has lived for a thousand years, Xiao Su's domineering and unreasonable words are comparable to the middle school punks who didn't grow up in their school.

Xiao Su rubbed his head playfully: "Didn't you want to show the result of cultivation to the deity, I will take a look after eating."

"Okay." Zhao Yan nodded, "However, the action is not standard, so don't laugh at me..."

"I don't know how to practice, and I don't mind sending you to learn dancing with the little boy at the foot of the mountain." Xiao Su pinched Zhaoyan's waist, "I think you are very talented."

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