After making money, the husband who abandoned me came back

Lancerock was taken aback when he heard the words, but then he couldn't help laughing.He leaned down, kissed the back of his neck, then stretched out his hands to support him and let him turn over.

Yang Yuan took a breath, moved his legs slightly, relieved the discomfort behind him, and then said with some dissatisfaction: "Why do you always like to use this posture? It's really uncomfortable to lie on your stomach."

Lancelot awkwardly picked up the quilt and covered his chest.He buried his face in his neck, and said with some embarrassment: "I still don't quite adapt to your current body, it always feels weird."

Yang Yuan looked at the ceiling above the bed in a daze, and chewed this sentence back and forth for a long time, but suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.He stared wide-eyed at the gentle smile on Lancelot's face, and asked in disbelief, "You know I used to be—"

Lancelot raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and finally he also reacted, looked at Yang Yuan with some surprise, and asked, "Can you change back?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and suddenly realized what had happened during this time, and then hugged each other and couldn't help laughing out loud.

This night was both painful and sweet for Yang Yuan, but it was a huge surprise for Lancelot.He enjoyed a gluttonous meal without any scruples, and he looked like he would fight until dawn.

It wasn't until Yang Yuan was so tired that his throat became hoarse that he had to threaten him, "If you do this again, I will never pick off the earrings again." He had no choice but to give up.

He looked at the blond boy in front of him with some nostalgia, couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him deeply for a while, then got off him, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

He took a deep breath of the smell on his body, and said vaguely: "Don't wear earrings in the future, isn't it good?"

Yang Yuan didn't even have the strength to speak now, he just panted lightly, thought for a while and said weakly: "I'm your wife, I must become a girl!"

He didn't want to vacate the position of Lancelot's wife just because he changed back to a male body, and let others covet her.

Lancelot was amused when he heard the words, but he had no choice but to follow him.Anyway, when no one is watching at night, we can always discuss it again.

Although Yang Yuan couldn't get up in the morning the next day, he still struggled to get up in the afternoon.After eating the lunch made by Lancelot, he thought about it, but decided to go down to find Molière, but Lancelot didn't stop him.

So this day, when the three people in the library were concentrating on looking through books to find information, they saw Yang Yuan come in to look for Molière again.

Seeing his appearance, Molière immediately stood up and walked towards him without thinking. As he walked, he looked him up and down, walked up to him, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Of course something happened to him, and now he is still a little unsteady on his feet, and his legs are sore.But he also knew that Molière was not asking this question, so he smiled and said to him: "I'm much better than you, look at your face, it's like a palette."

Molière saw that he was still speaking in a heartless manner, he was relieved, but then said unconvinced: "Don't you see who I became like this for? How dare you laugh at me? I have no conscience. "

Yang Yuan was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, after thinking about it, he still pulled him out to talk.

When the two came to the garden outside the house, Yang Yuan first saw the wicker chair and walked over to sit on it, but then he stood up as if his buttocks had been stabbed.He leaned on the handle of the wicker chair with some embarrassment, but turned his head to meet Molière's worried eyes.

Yang Yuan didn't know how to explain this question, so he threw it away after thinking about it, and said directly: "That—I reconciled with Lance yesterday, so the agreement we made yesterday doesn't count."

After a pause, he continued, "Actually, I'm not that good. I have a bad temper and like to play around. You should stop liking me."

Molière frowned listening to him, and then asked, "I'm no worse than Lancelot, do you really not think about me?"

Yang Yuan showed a troubled expression on his face. Although he felt that Lancelot was a hundred times better than everyone else, Molière was also very good, so he definitely couldn't tell him that.So he thought about it, and said: "Actually, Isaac is also very good. He is tall and strong and has a gentle temper. You still like him! I think he will definitely like you too."

Molière couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "I don't like men at all. It was Lancelot who said nonsense yesterday, don't believe him."

Yang Yuan blinked when he heard the words. He looked at the serious expression on Molière's face, hesitated for a long time, then turned his head to look around, and found that there was no one around.So he waved to Molière, and whispered in Molière's ear, "I'll tell you a secret, don't tell it!"

Molière subconsciously nodded, but then he heard Yang Yuan beside his ear, saying in a voice so small that he could barely hear: "Actually, I am a man!"

After speaking, he quickly stood up straight again, and then blinked at Molière, as if I hadn't said anything just now.

Molière was stunned for a long time, and finally digested the news after the shock.It's not like he didn't have this kind of speculation before, but when he thought the most impossible guess became a reality, he still felt the weirdness of this world.The sweet and lovely Fan Luosi in front of me turned out to be a man!

He couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at Yang Yuan carefully, but found that he couldn't see that the other party looked like a man no matter what.

"You're too bold—" Before Molière finished speaking, he suddenly heard someone read his name behind him.

"Molière, come here."

Molière turned his head, but saw Melville who was looking at the two of them seriously.

As if they had done something wrong, the two flinched subconsciously together, which made Melville's face even more gloomy.

"Molière, come here, I have something to tell you." Melville said with a sullen face.

While hesitating, another person came behind Melville.

Holding a cushion in his hand, Lancelot walked to Yang Yuan and placed it on the wicker chair.Seeing this, Yang Yuan hurried over, sat down slowly while supporting Lancelot's arm, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Moliere watched their movements, but frowned.He endured it, but he still couldn't hold it back, and said to Lancelot, "What's wrong with Fan Luosi? Why can't he stand up all the time. He is not in good health, so don't do anything to him."

When Isaac behind Melville heard this, his face flushed from suppressed laughter, he hurried over and whispered something in his ear.Then Molière widened his eyes again, looked at Yang Yuan in shock, and then his face slowly turned red.

This made Yang Yuan very embarrassed, he could probably guess what Isaac said to Molière.So he moved his body awkwardly, and subconsciously hid his face behind Lancelot.

Lancelot patted him on the back with a funny hand, but then motioned Molière to listen to Melville's talk.

But before Molière took a step, Melville said, "Since you are here, that's just right. There is one thing that has puzzled me for a long time, and I hope I can solve it today."

Then she looked at Yang Yuan. Under her serious gaze, Yang Yuan hid uncomfortably, but heard the other party say: "The pair of earrings on Fan Luosi's ears look familiar to me. Take it off and let me have a look?"

Yang Yuan was taken aback when he heard the words, then covered his ears with his hands, and refused, "No way!"

But Melville didn't let him go, pressing on step by step: "Why can't you show me? Is there anything special about this earring?"

"It's hers, so it's okay not to show it to you." Molière maintained nervously, "If you like it, I'll buy some for you next time. There's no need to see hers."

Melville glanced at Molière, turned his head but still stared at Yang Yuan, and said, "In ancient times, there was a god named Von Mortis—"

"Enough, Melville," Molière's expression also turned cold, "let's stop here!"

Lancelot's expression remained unchanged, he turned to look at Melville and said, "Continue talking."

"Lance—" Molière looked at him anxiously, trying to stop him.

Lancelot just gave him a meaningful look, then turned to Melville, motioning her to continue.

Seeing this, Melville spoke again: "This god is the master of deceit and lies. His believers used his power to produce many magic props with related functions. Most of these magic props have disappeared in those years. It exists, but one of the very famous ones is called the von Mortis earrings, which was made by a high priest at that time. Its function is very interesting. It does not have a strong attack power, but it allows the user to deceive everyone's eyes , Change the external shape of the body, and completely become another person.

And such a change, even the gods are difficult to distinguish, so later people had to add an engraving on the earring to distinguish it. "

Having said that, everyone obviously understood what she wanted to say.Isaac even took two steps forward, stood in front of Melville, and looked at Yang Yuan warily.

Yang Yuan was a little embarrassed by his stare, so he could only look up at Lancelot.

Under the nervous eyes of everyone, Lancelot lowered his head and smiled at him, gestured to his earrings with his eyes, and after getting Yang Yuan's consent, he gently took them off.

The author has something to say: what~

I think my ears are relatively soft and I am sorting out my thoughts, so I have read less comments recently orz

I don't have many replies, sorry everyone.

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