The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

At this moment, his hand was still attached to his bare chest.

What a gracious invitation.

The two looked at each other strangely for a while.

Ji Qinglin rubbed his fingers uncomfortably, trying to draw back his paws calmly, but Si Ruochen looked at him like a cat with its hair blown, and stared back, as if it was a matter of course:

"What? I raised it, so I can't touch it?"

Si Ruochen was taken aback.

Stared blankly at him.

Then he jumped up from the bed like a dead body and hugged him.

Ji Qinglin was so shocked that his hair exploded, and he suddenly understood Mo Zhu's feelings just now.

Si Ruochen was reborn yesterday, and now he was seriously injured and woke up. Perhaps his brain hadn't reacted yet, thinking that he was still in a dream.

And the person whom he had been dreaming of day and night finally appeared alive before his eyes, more vivid than in any previous dream.

The sporadic thoughts merged into a galaxy, shining brightly in the entire dark night.

There is both bitterness and joy in my heart.

Si Ruochen grabbed Ji Qinglin's hand that was sticking to his heart, as if holding a peerless treasure, grasped it tightly, then slowly buried his head on Ji Qinglin's shoulder, and then used all his strength to imprison him firmly in arms.

He was afraid that this person would slip away from his hand like a shattered beam of light as usual in a midnight dream.

Leave yourself a decisive back.

Just as Ji Qinglin was about to get angry, he felt a burst of wetness on his shoulders, and there was a faint cry in the deep voice that came into his ears:

"I can touch it... I can touch it naturally, Master can touch it as he wants. I'm obedient, don't go away..."

He cried until his shoulders trembled. He didn't know why, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He just kept suppressing it, and forbearance made people feel pitiful.

Like a silent whimpering little beast.

But he stubbornly dragged Ji Qinglin and refused to let go, without the slightest calm look during the day, like a child who had been abandoned for a long time and finally found his way home.

As soon as Ji Qinglin moved, he started crying in a panic, his voice was hoarse and his fingers were clenched white:

"Don't... don't leave me alone, Master, you love me the most, I was wrong... I really know I was wrong... Please, don't go...don't go, okay?"

Ji Qinglin saw that he suddenly seemed to be having a convulsion, and guessed that he was afraid that he would cause trouble for him because of what happened last night, so he opened his eyes here to spoil him for favor.

On weekdays, Ji Qinglin would have rewarded him with a whip.

But after all, people are made like that by themselves, and just now they used his name to spread rumors and make troubles. I am afraid that in the future, there will be many people in the Wei Dynasty who rumor that Si Ruochen has become his servant, and they are a little guilty.

Such insulting remarks, thinking about Ji Qinglin's relapse, will not happen again.

Simply let him go.

The thin light first broke through, and the two embraced together in the dawn, half obscure, half bright, and even the shadows were inseparable.

But soon Ji Qinglin couldn't take it anymore.

Si Ruochen couldn't stop crying, not only didn't have the tendency to stop, but seemed to drown him alive with tears.

It's like mourning.

Ji Qinglin's patience was limited, he raised his hand to push the villain stuck to his body, and said impatiently: "Enough."

Si Ruochen was stunned by his yelling.

The corners of the raised eyes were red, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he thought aggrievedly in his heart: Master really refused to forgive him, and he wouldn't even let him hug him in his dream.

I became more and more sad, and tears fell down like I didn't want money.

Si Ruochen was born glamorous and embraced all kinds of amorous feelings in the world. When he cried at this moment, he was like a branch of pear blossom with rain in spring. Sensational.

The more others cry, the uglier they look, which makes people feel bored, but the more they cry, the more beautiful they become, with teardrops falling on people's mouths.

There was a strange feeling in Ji Qinglin's heart, an imperceptible softness secretly appeared in his hard heart, and the reprimand that reached his lips was silently swallowed into his stomach.

At this moment, an excited voice came from the system: [Congratulations to the host, the world hatred value has increased by five points, please continue to work hard~]

Ji Qinglin immediately understood that the rumors had worked.

There were so many servants surrounding the door just now, and it was inevitable that there were spies from the enemy's family inside. They really couldn't wait for a second, and immediately made his scandal known to everyone.

Ji Qinglin was in a great mood, and it was rare for him to feel a gleam of joy at this villain.

For the sake of being so useful, let me coax you.

He patted him on the back awkwardly, coughed lightly, and coaxed him unskillfully:

"Okay, last night you committed the above things, I don't care about you as a teacher, and you should stop crying."

At the end, I have to add one more sentence, "It's so ugly crying."

Ji Qinglin would never admit it, but Si Ruochen's crying made him a little soft.

As soon as the words fell, he felt that the body of the person in his arms was visibly stiff.

Si Ruochen raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and widened his affectionate winking eyes.

Finally, she stopped crying and turned to look at Ji Qinglin in horror.

Yesterday... last night?

It was only then that he noticed that Ji Qinglin's clothes were messy, and there were ambiguous traces of bruises on his exposed fair skin. It was conceivable how crazy the murderer was last night, especially the series of fragrant hickeys on his neck, which made people feel popular middle restlessness.

Crazy memories exploded in his mind in an instant, every detail was vivid, the faint scent, sullen eyes, and heavy breathing.

He pressed Master on the bed...

He tore his master's clothes...

And the touch under the lips...

Wrapping his warm palm...

...he remembered.

Not dreaming!

He really almost beat Master last night!

The back of his neck felt cold, and after taking a peek at Ji Qinglin's expression, Si Ruochen felt that he might have to be reborn this time...