doting queen

The young master stared at him coldly. He wanted to rush over and give Jin Ye a slap, but Jin Ye's identity must not be simple, and hitting him would cause unnecessary trouble.

He stood at the door angrily and anxiously. The solemnity belonged to him alone, and it must not be taken away by others. He pondered for a while and kicked the door.When the two people in the yard reacted, he made another indifferent back.

After the young master finished this series of actions, he kicked off his shoes and got under the quilt, covering himself tightly without saying a word.

After a while, Zhuang Yan walked in from the outside, looked at the bulging part in the middle of the bed, rushed up and pressed the young master under him, and said, "Are you angry?"

The young master snorted, and after thinking about it, speaking meant that he was not angry enough, he covered his mouth tightly, and vowed in his heart to ignore Zhuang Yan tonight.

Solemnly suppressed it for a while, but he didn't hear the young master's answer, not even a humming sound, fearing that the young master would be crushed, he quickly lifted the quilt to look inside, only to see the young master in a little red bellyband sternly stare at him.

The young master was white and tender, shrunk under the quilt brightly, looking at a spring look in the small space, only dryness in the solemn throat, "What's wrong?"

The young master rolled his eyes, then turned around, turning his back to Zhuang Yan.There was only anger on Zhuang Yan's body, he took off his clothes and got under the quilt to hug him.

"Are you angry with me because of what happened just now?" Zhuang Yan groped down his stomach, looking numb, completely unaware of his mistake.

The young master clamped his legs tightly to prevent him from stretching out. After trying several times solemnly, he felt the young master's anger and withdrew his hand again.

He sighed, "I can explain what happened just now."

The young master gritted his teeth and held back, so he didn't answer.

"Jin Ye and I have known each other since we were young. If nothing happens, we might get married." Zhuang Yan put his hand on the young master's thigh and touched it lightly. He didn't see any reaction. He stretched his arms to look at his face, " Are you listening?"

The young master blinked, which meant he was listening.

Solemnly sighed, "Tonight's little boy is really a murderer."

The young master almost couldn't hold back and wanted to moan twice to stop him, but in order to establish the majesty, he gritted his teeth vigorously, trying not to let himself collapse.

Zhuang Yan glanced at him, and when he was angry, he organized his words quickly, first called out to Mr. Gong to ease the atmosphere, and then said: "At that time, we were trained to be sharp weapons to kill each other, to keep each other warm in the days when we couldn't see the light, Comfort each other. Later, because of different ideas, they parted ways and vowed never to see each other again."

His description of the past was very succinct, but it made the young master feel chilly. He wanted to ask Zhuang Yan, why did others kill people, what were you like before, and did you suffer many injuries?

Majestic seemed to see what he was thinking, and kissed his forehead, "At that time, I always thought that the world was like this, people killed people, and kept killing people. Until later, I met a family... Forget it, no I said it, so as not to scare you."

The young master couldn't hold back anymore, turned around, and threatened solemnly, "You have to say, tell me all about your past."

Zhuang Yan tucked the quilt up for him, and the cold light in his eyes flickered, "You must know that I only had blood and human life in the past."