After making money, the husband who abandoned me came back

The moment Yang Yuan's eyes met the eyes of the insider, he almost sank into the other's blue eyes.

It was only later that he realized that the man had his upper body up, revealing the chest that he had recalled in this room and coveted for a long time.Yang Yuan stared at the other person's chest and waist and abdomen for a long time, his throat felt slightly dry.

He heard his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, almost bursting his eardrums.

Yang Yuan swallowed subconsciously, but found that in such a quiet environment, there was nowhere to hide the sound of swallowing.He looked back in embarrassment, and reflexively showed his eight-toothed smile under the sharp eyes of the other party.

Lancelot stood there, looking at the bright and innocent smile on that slightly familiar face, he was in a trance for a moment.

Such a scene is so familiar, it seems to have appeared in his dreams countless times.But when I recall carefully, I can't remember exactly when it happened.

Of course it was impossible for him not to remember that it was impossible for the black magician to show him such a smile.He would only look at him in panic and fear, shrinking behind others all the time, wishing to disappear before his eyes.

But now, such a similar pair of eyes, the light that came out of them when they looked at him, almost burned him.

Lancelot was stunned for a while, then grabbed a coat beside him and put it on his body, and walked to the door.

He reached out to take the water basin in Yang Yuan's hand, said "thank you" briefly, and turned around to close the door.

Only then did Yang Yuan react, knowing that the other party mistakenly thought it was the washing water brought for him.

The water basin was originally used to wash rags, but he didn't clean it carefully before changing the water, and the water he received couldn't be used for washing at all.

He hurriedly reached out to grab the basin in a panic to stop the opponent, but he didn't expect that he exerted too much force, and the basin was not grabbed, but the water was overturned.Then the water splashed towards him due to inertia, drenching him all over.

Wearing wet clothes, he stood there in a daze.

A breeze blew in the corridor, which made him shiver.

Lancelot silently withdrew his hand that wanted to pull the other party away to avoid getting wet, but stopped in mid-air because of hesitation.He watched the girl's clothes stick tightly to her body because she was soaked, exposing the girl's curves, but her face still had a dazed expression, and she didn't even have a thought of covering it up.

This is very similar to him, never knowing what to do, where to do things, just keep doing stupid things.

But the expression on the other party's face was more familiar.Every time when the black magician appeared in his dream, no matter what they said or did before, the other party would almost look at him with such a blank expression in the end, wondering why he would do this to him, even once More active than once, but also rougher.

He didn't even need to think, he could know that after the other party showed this blank expression in his dream, a blush would gradually appear on his cheeks.He would part his lips slightly, and with some pain endured not to make a sound.

But this kind of patience is short-lived, and the final broken sobs will linger in each other's ears, and they can't stop for a long time.

Thinking of this in his heart, Lancelot's body became hot uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes, and he couldn't believe that his self-control was so bad now - just a single expression could make him unable to control himself.

He took a deep breath before suppressing the slowly surging heat, and then looked away from him.

But he turned around, opened the door gently, and said to him, "You come in."

In fact, the daze on Yang Yuan's face was not at all the daze that Lancelot thought of not knowing what happened.

He was just obsessed with why he would do such a stupid thing, repeatedly embarrassing himself in front of his sweetheart.

But when he heard the other party let him into the room, he gently scratched the wet clothes on his body, and began to doubt his ears.

"What did he want me to do? Could it be that he was overwhelmed by my charm and wanted to make fun of me?" He couldn't help asking Keynes in his heart, but he didn't need his answer at all.

Although he felt that he should have a scared expression on his face at this time, he walked in tremblingly in cooperation, and then took out a big jiji to show off his cuteness or something.

But his face completely betrayed his heart, and the smile bloomed on his face like a spring flower, which couldn't be stopped at all.

Looking at the faint chest exposed in the skirt of the robe, he even wanted to tear off the robe and lick it up and down with his eyes.

Thinking of this, he walked into this room that seemed to be filled with pink petals with some excitement, looking forward to all kinds of hey hey hey with the other party.But when he turned his head, his smile froze on his face—the door to the new world that had just been opened for him had been tightly closed—he was the only one left in the room.

Lancelot went outside the hall, found a monk guarding the door, and told him, "Go and get a set of clean priest's robes for women."

The monk looked back at His Excellency the Saint, who was only wearing a robe, in shock. Thinking of what he had just heard, he couldn't help but have countless guesses about what happened in the temple before, completely ignoring Yang Yuan just went in for a few minutes.

Then, in the other few minutes when he went to get the clothes, he couldn't help but said to another monk who gave him the clothes: "Do you know why Your Excellency the Saint asked me for a female priest's robe?"

Another young monk who tried hard to hold back his curiosity heard this, and immediately looked at him with bright eyes, and asked eagerly: "Why? There is nothing that needs to be used in Your Excellency the Saint, right? "

Hearing the words, the monk guarding the door showed a strange smile on his face, then turned his head and looked to both sides to confirm that there was no one, and then whispered in the other party's ear: "Your Excellency the Saint only went out for a while today and came back, so Lord Priest Kada hurriedly sent away the girls who were sent to clean the room of His Excellency the Saint, but left one of them in the side hall.

"You know, I'm only responsible for guarding the outermost door of the side hall. I don't need to guard the door of the side hall. So I can only watch the girl who was left behind come out of the backyard and go to the door of His Excellency the Saint. Then I heard some—— voices,” the speaking monk paused here very skillfully, showing a meaningful smile, and then continued, “After a long time, St. His Excellency only came out. He only wore a thin outer robe and nothing underneath, and asked me for a girl's clothes."

The "what" and "girl" in the words are all accentuated implicitly, so that the listener can't help but interpret everything that may happen in the palace in their minds.

And the monk who had listened to the gossip at the end spent a few minutes chewing over his guess, and felt that he was almost close to the truth of the matter.

So it was advertised again.

In this way, in a total of less than 10 minutes, the anecdote about His Excellency the Saint spread throughout the entire Phaennis Temple, and even tended to spread outward.

On the other side, when Yang Yuan saw the door of the room was gently pushed open, and a slender and powerful hand handed in the clean clothes, he saw the smooth muscle lines on the arm, and the lure of the rough and dry fingers bent out. In a human arc, his frozen heart gradually melted away.

He walked up slowly, staring at the hand with burning eyes, and couldn't help swallowing again.

After countless struggles in his heart, he finally stretched out his hand, perfectly kept a millimeter away from the opponent's hand, and gently took the clothes.

It wasn't until the other party closed the door again that Yang Yuan couldn't help but slapped himself hard in his heart, "You bastard! Don't even dare to touch it!"

Careful about gains and losses inside the door, he changed into clean clothes that seemed to carry the scent of the other party. Yang Yuan glanced around the room with some nostalgia, and finally pushed open the door.He was about to show a reserved and charming smile to thank the other party, but he found that there was no sound outside the door, not even a saint's hair.

In the end, he could only be dejected and left the hall where his sweetheart lived in disappointment.

It wasn't until the figure of the other party disappeared in the hall that Lancelot slowly walked out from the corner of the corridor.

As he walked, he unconsciously rubbed his thumb and forefinger on his right hand, as if there was still heat left on his fingers when the man took the clothes just now.

He knew that the other party probably brought his hands so close on purpose, and might even want to touch his fingers.But in the end the other party still flinched, but still reluctantly kept this slight distance in order to try to get some kind of comfort.

This kind of behavior—wanting to take advantage, but hesitating in the end but not daring to do anything, but not wanting to have completely exposed his attempt to hide it—behavior simply made Lancelot laugh in his heart.

But when he walked into the room and saw the empty hangers, he really laughed out loud.

It seems that he is still more daring than he imagined, and even took away the clothes he wore.

Except for the incomprehensible point of trying to get close to him, everything else looks so familiar—the bewildered expression, the bright smile that has never been shown in front of him, but in front of friends countless times, and She was obviously afraid of him to death, but she still had the guts to sneak up and do bad things—such as entering the palace under the pretext of seeing him, or—appearing in front of him in such a grandiose manner with a different face.

Yang Yuan, what goal do you want to achieve this time?

The author has something to say: Oh my god, it's really late this time.

I can't be salty anymore, I have to work hard to save manuscripts!

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