doting queen

After pulling out the needle, the young master woke up, sat on the chair without speaking, his dark eyes dimmed, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhuang Yan grabbed the medicine and went to lead him, asking, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The young master shook his head, suddenly seemed to think of something, and held his hand tightly, this was the first time he took the initiative in front of outsiders.

Zhuang Yan froze for a moment, not knowing what he meant.

"Does it hurt?"

The young master blinked and hummed softly.

Zhuang Yan raised his hand, as if coaxing a child, and blew gently twice, "Does this still hurt?"

The warm wind blew over slowly, the young master's long and curly eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a tear or two rolled out of it.

He didn't cry because of the pain, but thought of his mother. He always thought that his mother died of illness, but he didn't expect... he didn't expect to be beaten to death.

Zhuang Yan was flustered by his crying, so he hurriedly wiped his tears and coaxed him, "Don't you want to eat cakes, let's go buy them now, huh?"

The young master closed his eyes forcefully, and said yes in a hoarse voice.

Zhuang Yan loved him, and led him to the best pastry shop in Fucheng, as long as the young master liked it, he would let the shopkeeper wrap it up without saying a word, so many bags that the young master couldn't hold him.

On the way, the young master was still unhappy. He took a bite out of every pastry in the bag, and when he tasted delicious, he pulled off the sleeve of Zhuang Yan and fed it to him, "It tastes glutinous and delicious."

The solemnity was provoked by him, and his heart was hot.

Taking advantage of no one pulling the young master to the corner, pinching his jaw, kissing him hard, slipping his tongue into the person's mouth, I don't know whether to taste the taste of the young master's glutinous rice or the pastry in his mouth .

The young master was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, he opened his mouth to pant, grabbed his solemn clothes, like a little daughter-in-law, "I'm going to suffocate to death."

"I'm suffocating." Zhuang Yan pinched his nose.

After kissing the man, Zhuang Yan played a little hooligan again, reaching into the young master's trousers to touch, teasing the man until his face turned pale before letting go.

When he came, Zhuang Yan brought some prey he hunted yesterday, and planned to sell it for money, make a new set of clothes for the young master, and buy some things along the way.

Live animals were being slaughtered in the shop where the goods were received, and the smell of blood was so strong that Zhuang Yan was afraid of scaring the young master, so he found a place for him to sit, and said, "Stay here and don't run around, I'll come out after I negotiate the price, you know?" ?”

The young master drew a half circle on the ground with his toes, nodded, and suddenly said: "Brother, you are so kind to me, what will you do if I'm gone?"

Staring at him solemnly, he said seriously: "There is something wrong with you."

"There's nothing wrong." The young master's eyes were red, and he hugged him vigorously, looking at the location of Tong's House, half reluctance, half hatred, "I'm afraid you won't want me in the future, so I'll ask you."

Zhuang Yan was scared to death by his words. Hearing his explanation, he felt relieved a lot. He said with a straight face, "Don't ask such questions in the future. I will take you with me wherever I go. You can only follow me. Unless, I died."

The young master nodded, and with a light flick of his fingers, he took off the knife on his waist and hid it in his cuff, then let go of the solemnity.

There will be a wind, solemnly wipe the slate clean, wait for the young master to sit on it, take off the clothes on his body, and wrap the young master tightly.

The young master looked up at Zhuang Yan, the thin winter sun fell on Zhuang Yan's shoulders, making Zhuang Yan shine brightly.

He thought, Zhuang Yan looks so good-looking!

Really, I'm so sorry...

The young master tried his best to hold back his tears, unable to cry.

Solemnly rubbing his head, he turned and walked towards the shop.

When he reached the door, the young master called him and grinned.

Zhuang Yan's heart softened, and said: "Hey, don't run around."

The owner of the shop was very close to Zhuang Yan, and the price was very fair. Within a few minutes, the two reached an agreement, and Zhuang Yan walked out with the money.

On the slate, bags of pastries were neatly arranged, and occasionally yellow leaves were blown by the wind and fell gently on it, each piece was dazzling.

His little one is gone.