Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

The curtains that were drawn yesterday were forgotten to be closed, and when the first ray of sky appeared on the horizon, the room was lit up.

In the room, Mu Xiu carefully hugged him, while Song Yan fell asleep in his arms, his brows still furrowed, but it was Song Yan who woke up half a year ago and fell asleep in the true sense.

The girl ghost Tingting and the young ghost Chen Hui were guarding the door downstairs, fearing that the people in the manor would notice Song Yan's intrusion, so they got together all night and thought up hundreds of excuses to block them.

But until noon, when Song Yan and Mu Xiu came downstairs, the manor housekeeper didn't send anyone over.

"Brother Yan Yan, Brother Mu Xiu," Tingting came over to call out obediently, with a smile on her face again.

Song Yan nodded to them, and continued to lead Mu Xiu to a chair by the garden and sat down. Not long after, the manor housekeeper came over in person.

"...I want these, send them as soon as possible."

When Tingting and Chen Hui were shocked and frightened, the housekeeper bowed to Song Yan, "Yes."

Song Yan tilted his head to meet Mu Xiu's gaze, and his tone became much softer in an instant, "It's "Confused God Art". In his subconscious mind, I am his real master, and he must listen to me."

Mu Xiu didn't nod or shake his head, but his eyes fell on Song Yan's slender and slender hands.

After a while, he pulled Song Yan's hand to his lap, studied it carefully for a while, then passed it through Song Yan's fingers little by little, and held it gently.

When Song Yan was talking to the old housekeeper, he let go of his hand, and the old housekeeper left, but Song Yan didn't hold his hand again immediately.

"Brother Mu Xiu, did you remember?" Tingting and Chen Hui who were watching were surprised.

They have whispered Song Yan's name in Mu Xiu's ear for the past two years, nine thousand times if not ten thousand times. Pulled people.

"It doesn't matter if you think about it or not."

Song Yan clasped Mu Xiu's hand tightly, then pulled it closer to his lips, and kissed it lightly, "I'm here..."

He didn't want to put pressure on Mu Xiu, and he wasn't willing to give any.As long as Mu Xiu is doing well, it's best if the memory can be retrieved, if not, it's fine.

Mu Xiu's eyes trembled obviously, he stared at Song Yan's lips and the back of his hand, seemingly nervous but not quite.Amidst all kinds of unidentifiable emotions, Mu Xiu leaned forward and slowly approached Song Yan, his gaze also kept on Song Yan's lips.

The young ghost Chen Hui covered the eyes of the girl ghost Tingting, while Song Yan remained motionless and waited for Mu Xiu to approach.

Mu Xiu wanted to kiss Song Yan, but he was too nervous and got very close, so he didn't know how to say it.

Song Yan continued to stare at Mu Xiu, as if he had seen enough of Mu Xiu's nervousness and bewilderment, he raised his other free hand, gently squeezed Mu Xiu's chin, then tilted his head, Lips touched Mu Xiu's lips.

Mu Xiu's entire ghost king looked like he had been pressed the pause button or cast a spell, and his eyes also straightened.

Song Yan opened his eyes a little, and then closed them again. He kissed Mu Xiu's lips tenderly and emotionally, but opposite to these tenderness was a madness and impulsiveness that kept clamoring in Song Yan's mind.

He wanted to take a bite of Mu Xiu, to taste Mu Xiu's blood, and to engrave himself in Mu Xiu's soul forever.

But until the end of the kiss, Song Yan was not willing to make Mu Xiu frown, he kissed the Ghost King until he was dizzy, and then hugged Mu Xiu like a baby.

"Wait, wait for you..." Mu Xiu lightly rubbed Song Yan's neck, this sentence popped out of his mouth inexplicably, but he carefully searched for the source of what he had to say, and there was nothing left up.

Song Yan reacted for half a minute before he was sure what Mu Xiu had said to him.

When we parted two years ago, he told Mu Xiu that An Xin would wait for him at home...

So even though Mu Xiu lost all his memories, he has been waiting for him to find him. His Mu Xiu has been waiting for him.

Song Yan was happy but also sad, his face was smiling, but his eyes were completely different, but compared to the out-of-control last night, it was much, much better.

"I won't make you wait any longer, no more," Song Yan whispered, and the hands around Mu Xiu's waist tightened.

Hearing this, Mu Xiu quietly touched the skin behind Song Yan's ear, and then kissed again. He liked the feeling of touching Song Yan.

I like...so that's what I like.

The arrival of Song Yan made this small island really shine in the sunshine, Tingting floated happily every day, Chen Hui took this opportunity to go to sleep peacefully, and Mu Xiu became more and more vivid day by day. , he became more and more clingy to Song Yan day by day.

The clingy and coquettish ghost king seems to have really returned...

When the early sun rose, Muxiu woke up, and subconsciously touched the bed beside him. It was cold, and there was no trace of human body temperature left.

After Song Yan coaxed him to sleep last night, he didn't stay in his room anymore.

Mu Xiu's figure scattered like smoke in his room, and then manifested in the garden, then the small kitchen, the front hall of the manor, all the places where Song Yan might appear, but... none of them.

"Song Yan, Song Yan..." Mu Xiu called a few times, and his expression became dazed.

Could it be that Tingting and Chen Hui talked too much, and he also started to have such a dream, is Song Yan a dream?No, not a dream.Mu Xiu vaguely felt that he was going to grab something.

"Mu Xiu," Song Yan walked in from the door, seeing Mu Xiu's blank expression, his chest hurt again.

Song Yan walked towards Mu Xiu quickly, and before he could hug Mu Xiu, he was hugged tightly by Mu Xiu who was drifting towards him at a very fast speed.

"Where have you been? I can't find you anywhere."

It was rare for Mu Xiu to say a word from the elder, and he complained, but the hands locked on Song Yan's waist were quite firm.

"I went to the sea to find something, and I left a note for you on the table in the room..."

Song Yan explained softly, but obviously Mu Xiu didn't find the note he left at all.

"Sorry..." He shouldn't be reluctant to wake up Mu Xiu when he was asleep, he should tell Mu Xiu's whereabouts himself.

Mu Xiu frowned slightly, he didn't like seeing Song Yan blame himself for him at all, "Song Yan, Yan Yan..."

Mu Xiu's eyes brightened slightly, and he said these two words. He found that he liked and was more used to this kind of address, so he called out a few more times, "Yan Yan, Yan Yan... Yan Yan, be good."

Song Yan who was being called slowly leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder, his eyes closed slowly, a little crystal overflowed from the corner of his eyes, and then quickly dissipated, he whispered back, "Mu Xiu, I'm here."

When Song Yan came back, Mu Xiu's uneasiness was quickly calmed down, but compared to before, he was more eager to retrieve the memory about him and Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't say anything, but Mu Xiu could feel that Song Yan was working hard, and he couldn't bear to let Song Yan work so hard.

From the early morning of this day, the small island was covered with dark clouds. Seeing that the storm was about to come, the ships that were not far away turned back or canceled the voyage directly.

The tourists came back disappointed, some of them gathered around Daoxin Lake, and some specially rented boats to go paddling on the lake. Gradually, boats approached the small island in the middle of the lake.

The housekeeper of the manor opened the small islands outside according to Song Yan's intention, and enthusiastically received these people. In less than two days, this small island seemed to be another lively resort on the island.

Song Yan fastened the buttons of Mu Xiu's clothes, and seeing Mu Xiu obediently sitting and letting him do whatever he wanted, he couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Mu Xiu's forehead again, "There are some things that we have to settle in person, wait... ..."

Mu Xiu, who closed his eyes and then opened them again, gently grabbed Song Yan's collar and pulled it down. He kissed Song Yan's lips, using the skills he had quickly mastered in the past few days, trying to make Song Yan's collarbone more comfortable. feel comfortable.

"I'll follow you."

Looking into Song Yan's eyes, Mu Xiu insisted on saying this.He has no other requirements, he just needs to follow Song Yan.

"It's natural," Song Yan sat down sideways, and hugged Mu Xiu.

Ten minutes later, they came down from upstairs and settled Chen Hui and Tingting in the special jar. Song Yan took Mu Xiu's hand, walked out of the manor, and walked towards the only pier in Xiaoyu.

Taking advantage of the popularity and collisions of these tourists, Song Yan spent half a day changing the pattern on the small island aimed at Mu Xiu.

"Come up," Song Yan reached out and pulled Mu Xiu onto the small wooden boat, and helped Mu Xiu to sit down on the stool in the center of the boat.

Mu Xiu sat obediently, his eyes only wandered around for a while, and then returned to Song Yan. Every time he took a look, Song Yan's name and image became deeper in his heart.

Song Yan...his previous vision was not bad.

Mu Xiu admired it, and when Song Yan looked over, he smiled lightly, and then he could catch Song Yan's extremely rapid trance.

Half an hour of canoe paddling was spent in the unconscious eye contact of one person and one ghost king. When the boat stopped at the beach, Song Yan jumped off, and then helped Mu Xiu to get off. pull up.

Song Yan held Mu Xiu's hand tightly, and they walked to a private pier on the island, and after another half an hour, they drove a speedboat to the main island of Licheng.

After Song Yan and Mu Xiu left, the sky that had been dark for two days finally began to rain. Under the heavy rain, all the traces left by Song Yan and Mu Xiu were washed away by the rain.

After Song Yan left, the effect of "Confused God Art" would no longer be effective. The manor housekeeper and security guards woke up like a dream, but many tourists on the small island gave them too much confusing information. After figuring out why, Song Yan and Mu Xiu I ran thousands of kilometers earlier.

On July 20th, Yin Wei, who arrived in Twilight City a few days earlier, had a dark complexion. In front of her were two young men in black robes kneeling, wishing to burrow their heads into the ground. Huang Po who is bored eating melon seeds.

"Little girl, what's the point of blaming them? Song Yan wants to leave, even if you're here, you can't stop him."

After saying that, Huang Po ate another melon seed, "Crack."

Suddenly, Yin Wei's expression changed, she stood up, she walked out of the old house quickly, Song Yan pulled Mu Xiuxiu to confirm the special imprint left by their Yin family.

Seeing Yin Wei coming out, Song Yan didn't need to waste any time. He dragged Mu Xiu into the room, and the black-robed youth who came out immediately closed the door, as if he was afraid that Song Yan would run away without saying a word.