I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

The two walked in silence for a long time, when the rain gradually decreased, Xiao Yiran suddenly asked, "Are you all right?"

The voice was not loud, but it was just enough for Yan Yun to hear.

He didn't look at Yan Yun, and continued to walk forward alone, but quietly slowed down after asking. His black robe was covered with fine sand, and he looked a bit downcast.

Yan Yun followed Xiao Yiran at a distance of three steps unhurriedly. When he heard Xiao Yiran's question, he didn't really want to answer. He just kept staring at the hole in Xiao Yiran's clothes that was torn by the poisonous arrow. That's it. After scrutinizing it for a long time, he said out of nowhere: "Your clothes are torn."

"I know." Although he was a bit puzzled by Yan Yun's words, Xiao Yiran replied patiently.

Hearing this, Yan Yun seemed a little disappointed, he continued to ask without thinking: "Is the inner garment torn?"

Xiao Yiran:? ? ?

Yan Yun's words became more and more wrong, Xiao Yiran immediately stopped, turned sideways and stared at Yan Yun inexplicably, his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool.

Seeing that Xiao Yiran obviously didn't want to answer, Yan Yun said to himself again: "It looks like it's not broken, otherwise I should have seen your bruised wound."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun looked at Xiao Yiran from top to bottom with regret.

"That's going to disappoint you. It's just a scratch." The more Xiao Yiran listened, the more uncomfortable he became, and realized that Yan Yun was deliberately finding fault.

So he looked at Yan Yun smiling without saying a word, watching the whole person leaning towards him, Yan Yun was so frightened that he said with a sense of loss: "A good person, but it's a pity that he has a mouth." Xiao Yiran couldn't help it It was enough to open the mouth, and Yan Yun choked when he opened his mouth, he didn't know how to refute for a while.

Yan Yun was stunned for a while, and then pretended to be stupid with a smile on his face, and said, "My lord really has vision, I am good at anything."

"Hey, it's a pity that I missed an opportunity to feel sorry for the prince. I originally thought that if you were shot with holes all over your body by poisonous arrows, I would bandage it up for you, so that the prince can experience my thoughtfulness." Yan Yun pretended to regret He touched his forehead, but his body was extremely honest, he turned around and was about to leave as soon as he finished speaking, and he didn't really care about Xiao Yiran's injury at all.

Seeing this, Xiao Yiran immediately followed up and stood in front of Yan Yun. He stared into those dark eyes and stretched out an arm earnestly.

"Here." Xiao Yiran said and began to roll up his sleeves with a very serious expression, which made Yan Yun stunned for a while.

Yan Yun: "???"

"You won't be able to see the holes all over my body, but you still have a chance to bandage me up." As he spoke, Xiao Yiran raised his sleeves higher, revealing a thin and shallow scrape on his arm .

After seeing Xiao Yiran's wound that wasn't considered a wound, Yan Yun's heart was relieved. He rolled his eyes at Xiao Yiran and said speechlessly: "Little girl is hurt more than you by being pecked by a chicken, mainly because of her. The little girl won't be as delicate and frail as you, whimpering at a small cut."

Saying that, Yan Yun patted Xiao Yiran's arm lying in front of him, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Xiao Yiran didn't know whether he had taken the wrong medicine or his head was kicked by a donkey, he stretched out his arm stubbornly again: "I'm injured, it's time for you to show your consideration."

Yan Yun: ...

"You still lead troops to fight like this? You don't like to touch porcelain on the battlefield. Could it be that the enemy hurts you, and if you moan twice, he won't beat you, and he will help you bandage the wound?" Although Yan Yun didn't show virtue in his mouth, his hands But he has already started to help Xiao Yiran bandage quickly.

"You're not an enemy." Xiao Yiran suddenly said seriously, as if he couldn't hear Yan Yun's mocking him.

"But you are my enemy!" Yan Yun roared in his heart, and then rolled his eyes at Xiao Yiran: "Why don't I cut you a few more times, otherwise it's meaningless to wrap it like this, you won't see any blood, and it's for nothing A waste of gauze."

"Thank you." Xiao Yiran said very sincerely.

Originally, Yan Yun thought that Xiao Yiran would continue to bicker with him, but who would have thought that Xiao Yiran would suddenly convulse to thank him, and speak so seriously.

Thank you for what, thank him for chasing after thousands of miles for revenge?

Yan Yun raised his head slightly in surprise, and met Xiao Yiran's gaze. His gaze was fixed on Yan Yun, as if he wanted to see through Yan Yun.

The overly sincere gaze made Yan Yun's mind stagnate, Yan Yun hurriedly stopped talking, threw Xiao Yiran's arm away like a hot potato, and began to reflect on himself.

Obviously Yan Yun had seen Xiao Yiran's face countless times, no matter how beautiful this face was, he should have gotten used to it long ago.

But every time Xiao Yiran stared at Yan Yun with those bottomless eyes, Yan Yun would still be uncontrollably addicted to it.

Sure enough, as the saying goes, it is not without reason that a beauty is a disaster, and the color makes the mind faint.

Thinking about it, Yan Yun slapped himself hard on the head, and began to mutter to himself: "Xiao Yiran is my enemy, Xiao Yiran killed me with his own hands, Xiao Yiran is a dog..."

However, Yan Yun's self-hypnosis was too loud, and Yan Yun listened to half of the sentence. Seeing Yan Yun's godly chatter, he leaned over and interjected: "What dog?"

Seeing Xiao Yiran's handsome face right in front of his eyes, Yan Yun, who was interested in seeing it, gave in again, and the words he said changed from "Xiao Yiran is a dog" to "This face is so fucking beautiful! "

Xiao Yiran could hear these words clearly, his wooden face that had never smiled all the year round suddenly became vivid, and he smiled like a handsome fool, and he did not forget to challenge Yan Yun: "From now on, you can say such things directly That’s fine, what’s the point of praising someone secretly, but I can’t hear you praising me secretly.”

"You must have eaten pig skin a lot when you were young." Yan Yun turned the subject and took a step back, looked Xiao Yiran from top to bottom with his eyes, and came to a conclusion: "It must be three meals a day, every meal."

Xiao Yiran didn't answer, but just walked to Yan Yun's side with a half-smile, raised his chin, and signaled him to continue, and he didn't expect Yan Yun to say anything good.

Sure enough, seeing Xiao Yiran's non-curious attitude, Yan Yun immediately felt bored, snorted and turned his back to Xiao Yiran and said, "You don't need to eat too much, you are so thick-skinned because you eat too much pigskin."

"Oh." Xiao Yiran replied lukewarmly, without refuting, but walked around in front of Yan Yun, and asked curiously: "You really want to know my hobbies so much? Then ask directly, beating around the bush. What are you doing?" Looking at Xiao Yiran's frivolous attitude, Yan Yun couldn't suppress the strong desire to win in his heart, and without thinking about it, he said: "Yes, I not only want to know the prince's hobbies, but also want to see the prince Transparent."

As Yan Yun was talking, he raised the tails of his eyes cooperatively, and stared at Xiao Yiran "with affection". His eyes were seven points obscene, one point stupid, and one point unnatural. Twitched.

Of course, Yan Yun didn't know how disobedient his expression was at the moment, he even thought that he was suave at this time, and proudly rubbed against Xiao Yiran.

Xiao Yiran stretched out his hand to poke Yan Yun, turned his face away from Yan Yun's ridiculous face, and asked straightforwardly: "Are you having cramp?"

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Xiao Yiran: Man, are you playing with fire?

Yan Yun: Come on, pretend~

Come, come, thank you, Mo Junjun, for your feed~ (bow)

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