I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

Every time the love became strong, Xiao Yiran would end it calmly, and up to now the two are still limited to the state of being in love and ending in courtesy.

There is no other progress other than kiss|kissing, which is very worrying for Yan Yun.

But any normal man, when facing the person he likes, will always dream about things.

The same is true for Yan Yun, it is inevitable that he will have some thoughts when getting along.But Xiao Yiran was able to act extremely calm every time.

Sometimes, Yan Yun even wondered if Xiao Yiran had some hidden disease that made him so guarded.

Until one time, another time after the estrus ended, Yan Yun irritably turned his back to sleep with Xiao Yiran on his back, but when he was about to fall asleep, he heard a slight sound.

Yan Yun accidentally witnessed the whole process of Xiao Yiran's solution, which caused Yan Yun a huge blow.

He got up angrily, and complained to Xiao Yiran: "Why are you doing this?"

Xiao Yiran was like a frightened bird, with wonderful expressions on his face, both frightened and helpless, he stared at Yan Yun helplessly, as if he was the one who was wronged.

After a while, he said intermittently: "We are not married yet, so we can't."

Yan Yun laughed angrily at him, wanted to cry but said without tears: "I'm not a woman, I don't care about that."

"I care." Regarding this point, Xiao Yiran was extremely stubborn, and did not give Yan Yun any room for discussion.

Since then, Yan Yun has gradually convinced himself, but every time the love is strong, he still can't help being melancholy, such as now.

Thinking about it, Yan Yun involuntarily sighed a few more times.

When Yan Yun was frowning, a little white dove suddenly flew over the window sill.It flew to the window sill and stopped, cooing non-stop.

Annoyed by the calls, Yan Yun raised his head to take a look, and the little white pigeon suddenly stopped calling.

It tilted its head, stared at Yan Yun with its round eyes, and stood very quietly without making a sound.

Yan Yun tried to get close to it, but when he walked to the window, the little white dove not only did not hide, but also stretched its head forward, as if to ask Yan Yun to touch it.

Seeing this, Yan Yun tentatively said, "Do you want me to touch you? Do you recognize me?"

After finishing speaking, the little white pigeon immediately cooed a few times, as if responding to Yan Yun's words.

Its pleasing appearance made Yan Yun's restless mood much better. He slowly approached the white dove, only then did he see a small scroll hanging around its neck.

The color of the scroll was very similar to that of the white dove's feathers, so Yan Yun didn't notice it at first.

Yan Yun took down the scroll and found that it was a small piece of paper with words written on it.

"I love Yan Yun." With this familiar title, Yan Yun's expression has already become rich after seeing these four words.

The familiar font came into view, and the sadness on Yan Yun's face gradually dissipated, replaced by an unconcealable smile.

"Just now I was short of breath and a little impulsive, Xiao apologizes here, I don't know if it can be redeemed."

Seeing this, Yan Yun couldn't hold back his laughter, and the little white dove on the window sill fluttered its wings in shock.He touched the little white pigeon's head, sprinkled a few peanuts on the window sill, and then sat down and began to reply.

Although Yan Yun's anger had dissipated, he liked to see Xiao Yiran at a loss, so Yan Yun only wrote two words on the paper: "I have read it."

Originally, Yan Yun planned to write only two words, but when he rolled up the note, he added a few more words: "Forgive your eyesight, next time you don't need to write."

At this point, Yan Yun stopped. He hesitated and continued to write: "If you miss me, order someone to pass me, and you will be there whenever you are called."

He folded the note into a small roll and tied it around the neck of the little white pigeon. Watching the pigeon slowly fly away, Yan Yun immediately left the door.

The little white pigeon flew to Xiao Yiran's side first, and he unwrapped the scroll and handed it to Li Qiwu, asking Li Qiwu to read the contents of the letter for him.

Li Qiwu, who was temporarily arrested to help write the letter, was forced to read the letter to Xiao Yiran. He held the scroll tremblingly and dared not open it, for fear of accidentally peeping into the private conversation between lovers.

Xiao Yiran did not regard Li Qiwu as an outsider at all, and urged him to read the letter with a clearly visible anxious look on his face.

He clenched his fists tightly, feeling even more anxious because he couldn't see where Li Qiwu was.

Li Qi was so ashamed that he wanted to die, and he didn't notice Xiao Yiran's slightly abnormal state.He reluctantly opened the paper roll, and before he could fully unroll the paper roll, the scroll in his hand was cut off by Yan Yun who rushed over.

"I won't bother you about this." Yan Yun smiled at Li Qiwu, "Let me do it."

"You're here, it's better for you to do it yourself." Li Qi had nothing to ask for, and left this greasy place of right and wrong with tears of gratitude.

Yan Yun and Li Qiwu didn't speak loudly, but they were in the same room, and a normal person could hear them.

However, Xiao Yiran who was at the side didn't seem to hear it. He was immersed in his anxiety, and asked again: "Qi Wu, what's the matter, read it quickly."

"He's gone." Yan Yun thought he didn't notice Xiao Yiran's abnormality, so he went straight to his side and supported him, "Tell me what's going on."

Hearing Yan Yun's words, Xiao Yiran didn't respond immediately, he blinked vigorously a few times, and then froze, as if he didn't realize it.

Seeing this, a strange feeling flashed in Yan Yun's heart, he was about to speak, but Xiao Yiran spoke first.

As if he just realized it, he tentatively asked, "Yan Yun, is that you?"

"Well, it's me." Yan Yun spoke with a normal volume, but Xiao Yiran didn't respond immediately, but stretched out his hand and fumbled in confusion, saying something irrelevant: "Yan Yun? Why don't you speak?"

"I said it." Yan Yun increased his volume, leaned close to Xiao Yiran's ear and said, "You didn't hear it."

Hearing this, Xiao Yiran's face changed suddenly, he lowered his head subconsciously, and started to grope involuntarily, with a flustered posture like a lost child: "Am I going to lose my hearing?"

The cruel conjecture in his heart was uttered by Xiao Yiran, Yan Yun only felt a bit of chill in his heart, he immediately grasped his groping hand, and comforted him over and over again in a low voice: "It's okay, if you can't hear it, you can't hear it, I'm here." He kept repeating, not knowing whether he was comforting Xiao Yiran or himself.

Yan Yun supported Xiao Yiran to sit down, seeing his helpless look after sitting down, Yan Yun could no longer bear the sadness in his heart.

He sat down slumped as if exhausted, the slight heat in the corners of his eyes made his chest extremely tight.

At this moment Xiao Yiran was exceptionally quiet, he sat in silence, no longer fumbled around with his hands, and there was no expression on his face, neither happiness nor anger could be seen.He just sat upright, staring blankly ahead, as if waiting for Yan Yun to speak first.

Yan Yun forced himself to calm down, he took a deep breath, and held Xiao Yiran's hand again.His gaze moved from Xiao Yiran's eyes to his ears, and finally stopped on his tightly pursed mouth.

Yan Yun's eyes were affectionate and melancholy, he stretched out his other hand, and poked the corner of Xiao Yiran's mouth, until the corner of his mouth poked an upward arc, and then slowly said: "It's better to smile."

"What?" Xiao Yiran couldn't hear what Yan Yun was saying, he could only vaguely distinguish the human voice, so he bent down to try to hear Yan Yun's words clearly.

Seeing this, Yan Yun withdrew the hand that was poking at the corner of Xiao Yiran's mouth, and wrote stroke by stroke with his fingers on the palm of his hand: "Hold your hand, and grow old with you."

As it was written, Yan Yun looked up at Xiao Yiran, carefully observing his reaction.

Xiao Yiran was stunned and did not speak.

Seeing Xiao Yiran's stupefied look, Yan Yun smiled lightly and scratched the tip of his nose, and wrote it on his palm again.

Yan Yun's movements were extremely slow, and he raised his head to look at Xiao Yiran.

After Yan Yun finished writing the first word, Xiao Yiran asked uncertainly, "Perseverance?"

Hearing Xiao Yiran's correct answer, Yan Yun stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth as if rewarding him.

Having already lost his sense of taste, Xiao Yiran could not taste the sweetness of candied fruit.

Something was stuffed into his mouth suddenly, he frowned a few times, but still swallowed the candied fruit.

After confirming that Xiao Yiran felt the strokes of that character, Yan Yun tapped his palm and continued to write.

With the experience from the previous time, Xiao Yiran's perception ability has been significantly improved this time, Yan Yun just finished writing, and he said: "Son."

"It's amazing." Regardless of whether Xiao Yiran could hear it or not, Yan Yun couldn't help but praise it.After speaking, he put another candy into Xiao Yiran's mouth and continued writing.

Yan Yun grabbed Xiao Yiran's hand naturally, and only after touching his palm, his hand was held by Xiao Yiran instead.

Yan Yun raised his head in surprise, only to see that Xiao Yiran's mood suddenly became very agitated, and just as he wanted to speak, Xiao Yiran preempted him.

"Hold your hand, hold your son and grow old together." Xiao Yiran deliberately slowed down his tone, and repeated with great reverence: "Hold your son's hand, and grow old together with you." Every time he said a word, he moved closer to Yan Yun until the first After saying it twice, he hugged Yan Yun into his arms.

"So you still remember." Xiao Yiran leaned on Yan Yun's shoulder, his voice trembling with excitement: "For more than ten years, I thought you had already forgotten."

Back then, Yan Yun's playful handing him the paper with this poem on it was still vivid in his memory, Xiao Yiran thought that only he could remember this incident, but Yan Yun didn't forget it either.

During so many desperate late nights, Xiao Yiran chewed and recalled this poem alone again and again, thinking of that unattainable person.

"I haven't forgotten." Yan Yun patted Xiao Yiran's back and hugged him even tighter. Even though he knew that Xiao Yiran couldn't hear what he said, Yan Yun still whispered in his ear very seriously: "Hold your hand , grow old together with your son."

As Yan Yun said in his mouth, the hand on Xiao Yiran's back was not idle, his fingers lightly touched Xiao Yiran's back, and engraved the promise on his back word by word.

When Li Qiwu came to deliver the medicine, what he saw was the scene of Yan Yun and Xiao Yiran hugging each other tightly. His hand was still on the open door, holding the medicine in a dilemma.He was thinking about avoiding it for a while, when Liu Ruyu, who was blocking his view behind him, had already pushed him into the room.

Hearing the movement, Yan Yun immediately raised his head to look at them, but Xiao Yiran didn't respond.

"Come in." Yan Yun let go of Xiao Yiran gently, and got up to fetch the medicine.

His chest was suddenly empty, Xiao Yiran asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Yan Yun patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, took the medicine from Li Qiwu's hand, and fed it to Xiao Yiran one mouthful at a time.

Xiao Yiran obediently drank the medicine given by Yan Yun, tightly clutching Yan Yun's sleeves, his posture was very intimate, like an insecure child.

It wasn't until Yan Yun patted his head again and blew the soup cold for him that Xiao Yiran took Yan Yun's hand and drank the medicine.

The two were too close in every move, especially Xiao Yiran, who was uncharacteristically clingy.

Li Qiwu has known Xiao Yiran for many years, and knows that he is a person who doesn't show his feelings. Seeing him being intimate with Yan Yun like no one else, Li Qi frowned without understanding.

Xiao Yiran's current state is not so much intimacy, but actually more like a kind of dependence, a kind of subconscious attachment to someone he trusts when he is helpless.

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