Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Mu Xiu never expected to be the first to hear this from Song Yan, he thought he would have to wait a long time.

Having been a ghost for too long, Mu Xiu had long forgotten what the feeling of a heartbeat is, but at this moment, he felt the throbbing similar to a heartbeat, which directly pulled his soul.

Mu Xiu hugged Song Yan, unable to speak for a long time, the next moment, he took Song Yan back to the bed again, he leaned against Song Yan's cheek and neck and rubbed again and again, and brought Song Yan to rejoice on the big bed of the hotel Rolling around.

Mu Xiu's joy was expressed childishly and directly, but he also brought Song Yan to roll his whole heart warmly.

"Yan Yan, Yan Yan... I like you too, very much, very much."

Mu Xiu told Song Yan with a firm tone, his pair of pupils shimmered, and he, like Song Yan, was a ghost king who dared to face his heart straightforwardly.

"Not good." Song Yan sat up suddenly, met Mu Xiu's eyes, and became anxious with a serious expression, "The delay is too long, the door of the dormitory is about to be closed, we have to check out quickly."

They booked a three-hour room, even if it lasts more than 5 minutes, they will have to pay for another three hours when checking out.The door on the other side of the dormitory is closed, and if you want to go in again, you have to alarm the counselor. Song Yan doesn't want to do such a thing that attracts attention.

Song Yan pressed Mu Xiu's shoulder and told him to continue to sit. He got up, turned back again, and said in a low and firm tone, "I know."

He knew that Mu Xiu liked him, he had always known it.

After saying that, Song Yan immediately started to put the tools back into the backpack, and then cleaned up the scrap iron and dross of the computer. After making sure that there were no traces that should not be left, he dragged Mu Xiu downstairs to check out.

Then he ran all the way back to the dormitory building. As for the other ghosts who came up, Song Yan ignored him.

At 10:59, when the guard uncle was about to lock the iron gate, Song Yan arrived.

The uncle doorman glanced at the time, turned sideways with a stern face, and made way for Song Yan.Behind Song Yan, there were several students who came back in a hurry.

"Now children know where to step. Young people should go to bed early and get up early..."

The doorman's nagging words were forgotten, and when Song Yan returned to the dormitory, Shen Qin, the current squad leader who went to other dormitories to roll his name, came back. He took a look at Song Yan and ticked the back of Song Yan's name.

"Fourth, your military training clothes are over there, and there are fruits here, take whatever you want."

"Well, thanks," Song Yan nodded, put the backpack in the closet and locked it. He sniffed the military training clothes, frowned slightly, and looked back at Shen Qin, "Did you ask the counselor to get it?"

"That's right," Shen Qin nodded, but saw that Song Yan had already taken his clothes outside to dry the night breeze, he was really particular.

The same clothes were hanging on the balcony, and Xiao Fang was on the opposite bed from Song Yan, and Xiao Fang's clothes were already clean.

"Your ones are also dried, and the smell is strong."

Song Yan came back and talked to Shen Qin and Chen Ziming who were too lazy to do it.

"Ah?" Shen Qin and Chen Ziming had the same puzzled face, and then met Song Yan's eyes, and they both nodded almost at the same time.Their fourth child doesn't like to laugh, and has an aura that makes people obedient.

Then Song Yan took their clothes and went outside to pat them to dry.

The clothes handled by the counselor Li Wei have a slightly rotten smell, which is also a sign of ghosts, and they may find the person wearing these clothes.

And his method of fear can remove these marks, and if he hangs it for another night, no smell will be left.

When he came back from drying, Xiao Fang, who was sitting by the desk, put down the book in his hand and looked at Song Yan, with a little inquiry in his expression.

"What did you smell?"

Song Yandang didn't hear Xiao Fang's words, and continued to take clothes from the closet to the bathroom to take a shower.

Regarding Xiao Fang's ability, Song Yan originally didn't intend to inquire into it, but Xiao Fang's question showed that he also noticed the abnormality of the clothes.Perhaps he is also one of those warlocks lurking in the mundane mentioned in the Moxiu book.

But as long as Xiao Fang does not hinder him and Mu Xiu, Song Yan is not very interested in knowing his identity.

So far, Xiao Fang seems to only be aware of the ghost behind the counselor Li Wei, but has never seen or sensed the existence of Mu Xiu beside him, and Song Yan is not sure about the strength of Xiao Fang's ability.

After washing his hair and taking a shower, he took Muxiu back to the bed, and the lights in the dormitory were barely extinguished.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu were still sleeping next to each other, Song Yan gently hugged Mu Xiu's waist, and leaned against Mu Xiu's cool chest, but he could feel the joy that had not faded from Mu Xiu, and the fact that he had never felt in his heart. There was peace.

He once asked Huang Po what is liking.Huang Po said that liking is something that can make people happy.When he knows what happiness is, he will also know what liking is.

But at that time, when he heard the word "happiness", he gave up his pursuit of liking.

"Yan Yan, good night," Mu Xiu said softly, gently lifted Song Yan's cheek, and placed a kiss on Song Yan's lips.

"Good night," Song Yan's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Song Yan's eyes were closed, his eyebrows were relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, with an expression similar to a smile.

When he likes people, he learns to smile without a teacher, and smiles at Mu Xiu.

He fell asleep on the bed in the dormitory, and Mu Xiu woke up on the big bed in his dream. Before he got up, he was tightly wrapped by Mu Xiu, and he rolled around on the bed together.

"Yan Yan, Yan Yan, I'm so happy... Yan Yan, my Yan Yan..."

Mu Xiu expressed his joy to Song Yan without hesitation, he held Song Yan's face in his hands, and kissed endlessly like a woodpecker.

"I see..." Song Yan had no choice but to respond to Mu Xiu's joy, but he could only choose to indulge. He liked seeing Mu Xiu so happy, and it also made him more sure that it was right to confess to Mu Xiu .

It feels like a long time has passed, Song Yan sighed softly, held Mu Xiu's shoulders, and restrained him again like the time in the hotel.If he continued to dawdle, he would just sleep with Mu Xiu when he fell asleep tonight.

The next moment, Song Yan sat up, and also pulled up Mu Xiu, who was still full of thoughts.

"Stop messing around, it's time for us to read a book, dear..."

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded slightly regretfully, and leaned over to rub Song Yan's cheek again.

In the Book Pavilion, Mu Xiu still maintains his clingy posture, holding Song Yan from behind, resting his head on Song Yan's shoulder to read together, and when Song Yan is gradually concentrating on reading, he will look behind Song Yan's ear or on his cheek. Skin kiss.

Probably really used to being harassed, Song Yan squeezed Muxiu's hand lightly, and then continued to read, saving oral education.

And the content of Song Yan's reading this night was only a picture of the spirit array, which was the picture drawn by Wang Anyuan's computer before. After the personal experiment, he read this picture again, and he had some different insights.

"...The stability is too poor, and the technique of spiritual power injection is very demanding. Wang Anyuan is lucky this time."

Song Yan whispered, closed the book, consciously finishing his reading and studying every night within the time specified by Mu Xiu.

"Wrong, it's because our Yan Yan is a genius!"

A success is a manifestation of Song Yan's extremely high talent, not Wang Anyuan's luck. If he really had such luck, he would not have died suddenly at the age of 20.

Mu Xiu never hesitated to praise Song Yan, but this time, he was very sure that there was no exaggeration in the compliment.

He gently held Song Yan's chin and turned around, kissed Song Yan's lips, his tone became more gentle, "Yan Yan will study again tomorrow night, shall we go back to sleep?"

Song Yan nodded, once again disturbed by the beauty trap, the thoughts in his head stopped abruptly.

At 07:30 the next day, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went to the cafeteria to buy breakfast. At [-]:[-], Song Yan took Mu Xiu to the military training playground.

The instructor and class representative Tan Chun over there were already blowing whistles to call for people to gather, but Song Yan still took Mu Xiu to the shade of the trees beside the playground.

Both Mu Xiu and his eyes are not suitable for basking in the sun, but Song Yan doesn't want to be special, and he doesn't want to go to the hospital to get some medical report. It's only seven days, he can bear it, but Song Yan can't bear to let Mu Xiu accompany him to endure it.

"Stay here, don't follow, can you be obedient?"

Song Yan's earphones were still hanging on his ears, but his voice was still extremely low.

Mu Xiu was obedient and worry-free in front of Song Yan as always, he nodded, and kissed Song Yan's lips, "Okay, I will listen to Yan Yan."

Song Yan's ears were slightly red, resisting the sudden urge to kiss back, he sideways pulled down the earphones, put the mobile phone in his pocket into the backpack, and put the backpack next to Mu Xiu's feet.

When he was about to turn around, Song Yan gently took Mu Xiu's hand, then let go, and then jogged back to the team.

Mu Xiu leaned against the tree, his gaze fell on Song Yan, with a smile on his lips.

From yesterday to now, his joy has not diminished, on the contrary, every time he touches and looks at Song Yan, it becomes more and more intense.

But on this day, there was a spectacle on the playground of Ninetowns University. Almost all the students in the class were sunburned like monkeys, but there was always a dark cloud blocking all the sunlight above the heads of the 22 students in the Chinese Medicine class.

Twelve boys call themselves men, even if they are happy, they have to express their disdain verbally, and the girls are very happy.

"This cloud is so powerful, I haven't been exposed to the sun much, and I don't need to replenish the sunscreen..."

In addition to this magical dark cloud, their discussion also included admiration for the quality of the twelve boys in the class.

Among them, the most noticeable one is naturally Song Yan, with different-colored eyes and blue eyes that look a bit mixed, which directly promoted him to the level of class grass and courtyard grass.

Song Yan turned a deaf ear to these words, he occasionally glanced under the tree where Mu Xiu was placed, a little helpless, a little worried, and a little uncontrollable warmth.

There is no doubt that the dark cloud that followed him was created by Mu Xiu.

Moreover, Mu Xiu didn't give him a chance to veto it at all. During the lunch break, he kissed and rubbed against Song Yan, and expressed his grievance that he hadn't met anyone for a long time. up.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, the first day of military training was coming to an end, and there were more and more people around the playground.

An old man stood two or three meters away from the tree that Mu Xiu was leaning against, and followed Mu Xiu's line of sight to look at Song Yan. He sighed softly, and said in an extremely helpless tone, "Mr. Mu, is this really okay? "

Create a dark cloud that won't go away, covering Song Yan alone, isn't this intentional to attract attention!

"Very good, I am happy."

Mu Xiu didn't change his focused gaze, but he also replied to the old man's words.

This old man, Song Yan, also had a relationship once. He was the customer who went to Huang Po's house to buy clay pots that day. He was also Tan Gong, whose original name was Tan Guang, that Xiao Fang had mentioned to Song Yan, Shen Qin and the others.

His trip to Mrs. Huang's house to buy clay pots was just a temporary idea, and his real purpose was to meet Mu Xiu and Song Yan who was approved by Mu Xiu.

And he can see Mu Xiu, it has nothing to do with the strength of spiritual power, it is similar to Huang Po and old man Song now, the main reason is Mu Xiu.

Tan Guang sighed again when he heard the words, Mu Xiu was happy, but they still had to do the aftermath.

When Song Yan was about to turn his head to look over, Tan Guang turned around slowly and walked into the crowd without attracting any attention.

"Disband!"

The instructor grimaced and shouted, telling the students in the Chinese medicine class to disperse.

Song Yan turned around, and immediately met the smiling eyes of Shang Muxiu, who immediately accelerated his pace and ran under the tree.

Picking up the backpack and putting on the earphones, Song Yan took Mu Xiu's hand, slowly clenched it, and they walked towards the cafeteria.