How to Survive As a Villain

Yan Heqing tidied up the memorial a little bit, got up and walked to the bedroom, it was late, Xiao Yu'an couldn't fall asleep without being accompanied, he had to go back quickly.

Yan Heqing returned to the dormitory, called back the guards who followed him, opened the door and walked in, as soon as he stepped into the dormitory, Yan Heqing noticed the difference between today and the past.

Usually, no matter how late Yan Heqing came back, Xiao Yu'an would definitely wait for him with a candle lamp. A few days ago, Xiao Yu'an was seriously injured and had to lie down on the couch, so he lay on the bed and waited.

But today the bedroom is completely dark, even Tian Xiang who waits on Xiao Yu'an is not there.

Yan Heqing hesitated for a while, and walked into the bedroom under the bright moonlight. Unidentified incense was burning in the corner of the bedroom, and the white smoke danced lightly intertwined with the moonlight. When Yan Heqing walked to the bed, he stopped suddenly.

On the bed, Xiao Yu'an's hands were bound by red silk, the whole person was curled up in one corner and tied to the bed, the black hair was scattered, the clothes on the upper body were opened, and the fat white frosty snow body was looming, it was a seductive scene.

Xiao Yu'an waited for a long time, his hands and feet were numb, he obviously planned for so long, but he was a little nervous when he saw Yan Heqing, swallowed dryly, and stammered: "Yan, brother Yan, you are back, are you back? "

Yan Heqing stared at him for a while, walked to the wooden table and lit a candle, then walked back to the bed again, stretched out his hand to caress Xiao Yu'an's body.

The slightly cool fingertips made Xiao Yu'an flinch, Xiao Yu'an thought that Yan Heqing finally stopped being angry, so he raised his head and asked for a kiss.

Unexpectedly, Yan Heqing tilted his head, stroking the wound on Xiao Yu'an's abdomen with his fingertips: "Have you changed your dressing today?"

Xiao Yu'an hurriedly said: "It's changed."

Yan Heqing hummed, untied the red silk from Xiao Yu'an's hands and body, straightened his clothes, and stuffed him into the quilt.

Xiao Yu'an anxiously grabbed Yan Heqing's wrist and pulled him towards him: "Brother Yan, I really know I was wrong!"

Yan Heqing looked at Xiao Yu'an, his eyes were dark, and he said: "Xiao Yu'an, I have dreamed of you more than 200 times, almost every time, you killed yourself and died in front of my eyes, after these few days, I no longer dreamed of you committing suicide, I dreamed that you jumped off the cliff, your body was smashed to pieces, and your bones were incomplete, and you never came back to find me."

Xiao Yu'an's throat choked up, his eyes were astringent, and he said, "Brother Yan...I...I..."

Xiao Yu'an couldn't say anything to explain, he lowered his head, held back the sourness in his eyes, and thought about what to do.

Yan Heqing looked at him, and suddenly remembered that when Xiao Yu Anhun came back, he threw him out of the bedroom. It was snowing heavily that day, and Xiao Yu'an was dressed thinly, probably because of pain or because of the cold, and his eye sockets were also like today's. Generally bright red.

Yan Heqing suddenly felt distressed.

Yan Heqing sat on the bed, pushed Xiao Yu'an against the bedpost and kissed him, kissed the corners of his eyes and then his thin lips, cherishing it reverently.

After the kiss, Xiao Yu'an pointed to the sky and the ground, and said word by word: "I must make you dream of me who is alive and kicking and can spin and backflip."

Yan Heqing hummed, and just about to tell Xiao Yu'an to rest quickly and recover from his wounds, Xiao Yu'an suddenly grabbed his sleeve, smiled, and stammered again: "Master, Mr., look, look, today is a beautiful day, how about, like......"

Halfway through, Xiao Yu'an really couldn't continue, touched his cheek and looked at the sky and the earth: "Cough, I can't continue, why are you so ashamed..."

Unexpectedly, before Xiao Yu'an finished speaking, he was suddenly pressed down on the bed by Yan Heqing. Yan Heqing's breathing was a little short, his eyes fluttered, his voice was restrained but slightly trembling, and he said, "What are you calling me?"