I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

At this moment, Yan Yun was so embarrassed that the top of his head was smoking, he simply gave up sophistry, and silently observed from which angle he could escape from this place of right and wrong the fastest.

Xiao Yiran completely ignored Liu Ruyu and Li Qiwu, and kept his deep black eyes locked on Yan Yun.

When Li Qiwu took out the third batch of melon seeds, and was about to continue knocking, Liu Ruyu dragged him away without hesitation, and the melon seeds that were too late to pack were scattered all over the ground.

"Come on, let's knock in another place."

Until he was dragged to the door, Li Qiwu was still struggling to return to that excellent seat for watching the theater, and continued to eat melon seeds to watch the theater.

"It's getting late, and it's time for me to go back to eat." Seeing that the two of them had left, Yan Yun felt a little uncomfortable, and was about to run away.

However, Xiao Yiran acted as if he hadn't heard it, and asked, "Did you come here specially to find me?"

He looked at Yan Yun intently, and Yan Yun was the only shadow in his bottomless eyes.

Yan Yun didn't want to admit it at first, because he felt that if he did, he would lose face and it would appear that he was too proactive.

But when he saw Xiao Yiran's expectant eyes, he forgot all the excuses.

"Well, I came here to find you."

"Huh?" Xiao Yiran was a little surprised by Yan Yun's answer. He tore off the quilt and was about to sit up when Yan Yun pushed him down again.

"Go back and lie down." Yan Yun tucked up Xiao Yiran's quilt, and put back his hands exposed outside the quilt: "Don't catch a cold."

Xiao Yiran let Yan Yun play with him, without any resistance, he lay down obediently, and continued to ask: "Why?"

"Because you didn't reply to my letter again." Yan Yun said, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his words: "The sixth prince has a lot of work, I thought you left my letter in some corner again."

"No, keep it well." While speaking, Xiao Yiran was about to stand up, he held his hands and said, "It's just that I didn't have time to look at it, so..."

"Go back and lie down."

Yan Yun put Xiao Yiran's hand back again, but this time he didn't pull out his hand, but held Xiao Yiran's hand and put it together under the quilt.

"I saw it." Xiao Yiran said, and gently tapped the back of Yan Yun's hand with his index finger under the quilt: "You held my hand."

"En." Yan Yun didn't refute this time, but instead held Xiao Yiran's hand that was about to move even tighter.

He looked up into Xiao Yiran's black eyes, and slowly said: "There is no way to deny it, you have seen it all with your own eyes."

Yan Yun stared at Xiao Yiran frankly, as if he was not the one who was caught.

Xiao Yiran panicked at this glance, he hastily withdrew his hand, coughed a few times to cover up, and pretended to lower his head to study the patterns on the quilt.

The patterns on the quilt are obviously parallel straight lines, but in Xiao Yiran's eyes at this time, they are twisted and twisted, making people dizzy more and more.

He simply stopped being out of sight at first, and silently moved some distance away, almost squeezing to the other side of the bed.

Feeling that his hands were suddenly empty, Yan Yun looked at Xiao Yiran suspiciously as he looked at the person who was moving further and further away, his eyes were full of doubts: "What are you doing? Am I poisonous?"

The other party's eagerness to avoid dozens of miles away made Yan Yun feel very depressed.

Is Xiao Yiran despising him?

He, Yanyun, has always been the focus of everyone, and people hug him to see him. No one has ever avoided him like a snake like Xiao Yiran. Besides, Xiao Yiran still has unreasonable thoughts about him, why has his attitude changed drastically now? Avoid it?

"Whether men or women give or take kisses."

After holding back for a long time, Xiao Yiran finally said a word: "What should I do if I let others misunderstand me?"

"What could be misunderstood?" Yan Yun angrily grabbed Xiao Yiran's hand back and pressed it under the quilt: "Could it be possible to have a child if you touch your hand?"

After hearing this, Xiao Yiran really began to think seriously, he thought for a while, and replied seriously: "Theoretically not."

"Then what are you hiding from?"

Yan Yun was so angry that his teeth were itching, he had never been ashamed like now.

I don't know where Xiao Yiran's strength came from, he broke away Yan Yun's hand at once, covered his chest and gritted his teeth: "It seems that you often do this kind of thing."

As he said that, he glanced at Yan Yun with resentment, and added: "The technique of pulling people is so skillful, it is a habitual offender at first glance."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yiran coughed a few times in a timely manner, looking too weak to take care of himself.

"what happened?"

Seeing that his face was not right, Yan Yun immediately asked: "Is there any discomfort? The wound hurts?"

Xiao Yiran didn't speak, and raised his eyes to stare at Yan Yun, his thick black eyes were full of sorrow.

Yan Yun:? ? ? ? ? ?

After a long while, Xiao Yiran touched his chest and said, "My heart hurts."

"It didn't hurt your heart, did it?" Yan Yun said, and turned to look for Li Qiwu: "You wait, I'll find someone to show you."

"Come back." Xiao Yiran yelled full of energy, and he didn't have the delicate appearance just now.

Yan Yun turned his head and saw that Xiao Yiran, who was lying down, had sat upright, looking full of energy, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Are you all right again?"

"I'm not in the mood to hurt anymore." Xiao Yiran's face was black, coupled with a sad expression, it was funny no matter how you looked at it.

Seeing Xiao Yiran couldn't help being teased like this, Yan Yun decided not to tease him on purpose.

He sat on the side of the bed, slowly approached Xiao Yiran, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "In my last life, in this life, I seem to be like this..."

Saying that, Yan Yun stretched out his hand and clasped Xiao Yiran's fingers, leaned close to his ear and said word by word: "I took your hand like this."

"Huh?" Xiao Yiran spoke out subconsciously, maybe because of the sudden acceleration of his breathing rhythm, his voice became a little nasal.

"There is no one else but you." At the end, Yan Yun added in a deep voice, "This should be considered a first offense."

The distance between the two was less than a finger, close enough to hear each other's breathing clearly.

Perhaps it was because Yan Yun's deep voice was too shocking, but Xiao Yiran had an illusion of ecstasy.

He looked at Yan Yun's pair of phoenix eyes that were close in front of him, and his eyes moved to the end of his upturned eyes, and he couldn't help breathing.

He forced himself not to look at Yan Yun again, and then he calmed down a little.

Xiao Yiran went to beat the drum with a heartbeat, but on the surface he just said calmly: "Well, it's still the first offense."

"It can't be regarded as a heinous crime, right?" Yan Yun carefully supported Xiao Yiran against the head of the bed while speaking.

Xiao Yiran fiddled with Ren Yanyun like a puppet, but he never looked at him: "It doesn't count."

"Since I'm not a heinous sinner, why don't you look me in the eye?"

Seeing Xiao Yiran's face turned a strange red, Yan Yun was secretly happy, and deliberately asked: "Am I so unsightly?"

"My heart hurts after watching too much." Knowing that Yan Yun was intentionally making fun, Xiao Yiran was not to be outdone, he secretly stabilized his mind, and regained his composure.

Yan Yun was only interested in teasing Xiao Yiran, but didn't notice the change in his expression, so he asked with a light smile, "Why?"

"The heartbeat is uncontrollable." Xiao Yiran said, looking at Yan Yun meaningfully, his eyes glued to his face and said: "Especially when looking at you."

Xiao Yiran's eyes were too straightforward, and Yan Yun's heart palpited a little, he laughed in a disguised way: "This is a disease, it needs to be cured."

After speaking, Yan Yun quickly let go of his hand, and sat obediently by the bed, his back straighter than a pine tree.

One of the two sat like a puppet, the other lay silent, and an indescribable atmosphere filled the air.

Yan Yun sat upright on the surface, but his heart dangled like a puddle of water, rippling from time to time, which made him no longer dare to look directly at Xiao Yiran.

The two had their own concerns, and they were relatively silent, but they deliberately avoided each other's eyes in an exceptionally tacit understanding.

The serious illness hadn't healed and detoxification caused excessive blood loss, Xiao Yiran only felt uncomfortable all over his body as if he had been crushed and rebuilt, so he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He originally thought that the two of them would continue in such a silent stalemate, but unexpectedly, the next moment, Yan Yun broke the silence first.

"Isn't the charm of the throne great? Otherwise, why would everyone try to climb up by any means?"