After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

Ning An's gentle comfort dispelled all the uneasiness in his heart.

He allows him to relax and depend on himself, defenseless, like a child.

Even if you lie there naked and close your eyes, you don't have to worry about some raptors and beasts coming to bite him.

Because he is there, because he is so trustworthy.

He likes this feeling so much that he can't help but rely on it, and it can even be called greed.

He hugged him and was reluctant to let go, not only out of psychological dependence, but also out of physical desire.

The alcohol burned his body scalding hot, but Ning An's skin was slightly cool amidst the warmth.

It was as if he was holding a piece of fine jade in his arms, the coolness was not too heavy, even very shallow, but it detoxified his heat just right.

Ning An thought he was apologizing for hurting himself, but in fact his apology contained many meanings and anxiety.

He buried the tip of his nose into his soft hair, and rubbed it gently and affectionately.

Ning An quietly let him hug her, because she knew he was drunk, so she didn't have that much psychological pressure.

He was buried in his arms, and his sadness and anxiety could be felt through his body language.

Although he didn't know the reason, he still patted his back gently, hoping to make him feel better and relax.

He knew that Feng Yun's life was not easy, and when he was sober, he not only had to endure it, but also acted very strong.

But it's different when you're drunk.

When he is drunk, it is actually a good thing if he can find a suitable channel to let him vent a little or two of the things that are suppressed in his heart.

He paused for a long time before he wriggled out of his arms.

Smiling and coaxing him: "I'm going to make some hangover soup, do you want to lie down for a while or take a bath first?"

Feng Yun didn't want to let go, his head hurt and he felt very uncomfortable.

These things that I am used to enduring, now become particularly obvious and hypocritical because someone is hurting me.

His voice was low, his breath was hot against his ear, and he grabbed his hand even harder: "I don't want anything, I want you."

Ning An's smile faded, she shook his hand, and took him to the sofa to sit down.

He no longer asked for his opinion, but told him: "I'll make some hangover soup first, and then I'll take you to take a bath."

He let go of his hand, turned around and wanted to go to the kitchen to make hangover soup, but unexpectedly he hugged him tightly from behind.

He sat while Ning An stood.

His hands were strong, and he wrapped his hands around Ning An's waist with force.

After a moment, Ning An staggered back and sat on him unsteadily.

He buried his head on the back of his neck, his tone was heavy and panicked: "Don't go."

He didn't want him to go, he was afraid that he would leave, and he was also afraid that he would go abroad, so he pressed his drowsy forehead to the back of his neck and said softly: "Don't go, I won't do anything, just hug me."

Ning An's back was pressed against his chest, feeling helpless and nervous at the same time.

But his voice made him feel distressed again.

He lowered his head slightly forward, feeling Feng Yun's nose gently rubbing against his neck.

His skin was scorching hot.

He felt that his skin was probably reddened, and his breath was itchy and hot, which made him unable to sit still, but also unable to move away.

So he asked softly: "Feng Yun, you are really drunk, aren't you?"

Feng Yun protested with some dissatisfaction: "I'm not drunk."

Ning An smiled bitterly, knowing that he was really drunk.

Feng Yun is really drunk, he is usually very restrained, and he is rarely really drunk when drinking, but today he is really drunk.

Maybe it's because he really drank too much, maybe it's because of the worry in his heart that made him unable to hold back the alcohol.

Feng Yun was drunk.

But even when he was drunk, he still couldn't bear Ning An.

Alcohol made Ning An magnified both in his heart and in his eyes, so that he was all in his heart and eyes.

Ning An was reluctant to break his hand.

Even if he was drunk, if he really broke his hand and left his embrace, he would be very sad.

Although he may not remember anything when he wakes up, being sad is sad.

No matter how short the time is, it is sad.

He doesn't want him to be sad.

He lightly pressed his palms on the hands crossed at his waist, and massaged gently, which made him relax his tense nerves.

Then pinch his fingers, gently kneading from fingertips to finger roots, and then from finger roots to fingertips.

Feng Yun felt very comfortable, so he relaxed his strength.

Ning An coaxed him: "I'll get you a glass of water to drink, I promise, I'll be right back."

Only then did Feng Yun reluctantly let go, leaning on the sofa and looking at him, his cheeks were flushed slightly.

Ning An quickly went into the kitchen, and found in the refrigerator the hangover medicine that Feng Yun bought after he was drunk last time.

He doesn't like taking medicine very much, and always feels that it's healthier to make soup by himself, but with Feng Yun's appearance, he really can't get away, so he can only make a cup for him and bring it out.

Feng Yun drank slowly under Ning An's gaze.

Then he closed his eyes, buried his head on Ning An's lap, wrapped his arms around his waist, and got ready to sleep.

With him like this, Ning An had no way to take him to take a bath, so he could only coax him into the bedroom and onto the bed.

He pulled the thin blanket up to his nose, exposed his eyes and looked at Ning An eagerly: "I want to sleep with you."

One of his hands was still grabbing his wrist and he was reluctant to let go, Ning An coaxed him: "You have grown up, you can sleep alone."

Feng Yun still did not let go, but his eyes were stubborn and wronged.

This look made Ning An regret, and he suddenly remembered Feng Ran's demands on Feng Yun since he was a child.

What is the difference between what he said now and what Feng Ran said?

Although it was not the same thing, Feng Ran had probably said this to him countless times.

Those were the scars on Feng Yun's heart.

He lifted the thin blanket to sleep on the other side, and smiled at him: "Okay, but you have to sleep well."

Feng Yun evoked a smile, very happy, his eyes became much brighter, and he nodded.

He pulled him into his arms, and after a moment of silence, he said above his head: "Can you make it smaller?"

Ning An was a little puzzled, couldn't help but smiled and asked him: "Do you think I'm a year older than you?"

But Feng Yun didn't quite understand his words, and said to himself: "I can put you in my pocket when I get smaller."

Ning An's body and heart were hit by the words he whispered softly in his ear, and he didn't say a word.

Feng Yun said again: "I need you very much every day, and I want you to be with me."

He sighed: "It's a pity you can't get smaller."

Ning An looked up at him, a little sad.

He doesn't know if he can be with him every day, because there are many unknowns in him.

The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned twice, and as he raised his head, he revealed a slender neck, a delicate collarbone, and two small brown moles lined up in the depression of the collarbone.

Small, very light, sporadic on cool white skin, very warm.

Feng Yun couldn't help it a little bit, before Ning An could react, he buried his head in there unexpectedly and took a bite.

Circle the two faint warm moles between his teeth marks.

It seemed that then they could belong to him and could never escape.

Childish possessiveness and ritualistic possessiveness.

Tears welled up in Ning An's eyes, and it hurt so much.

He held Feng Yun's face seriously, looked into his eyes and told him: "Feng Yun, you hurt me."

Feng Yun reached out and rubbed him, but did not apologize to him, but just obediently fell on his chest.

In his scent, he quickly fell asleep.

After his breathing stabilized, Ning An lay down with his eyes open for a while, then took his hands away from his waist, and got off the bed lightly.

On his right wrist, Feng Yun scratched out five finger marks, and it was numb and painful.

He looked down at Feng Yun's sleeping face, the expression on his face was calm and satisfied.

Ning An was very tired from being tormented by him, and also a little embarrassed, but still looked at him with gentle eyes.

He went to bring hot water, wiped his face and hands with a towel, and put a glass of water on his bedside.

Before returning to his room, he did what Feng Yun usually did to him, bent down, and printed a goodnight kiss on his forehead.

On the dining table in the morning, there are two bowls of light vegetable noodles.

The sun was shining brightly, and there were birdsong outside the window.

Feng Yun vaguely remembered everything from yesterday, if he was a bystander, he would probably think that that person was pretending to be crazy by drinking.

But yesterday, his brain was indeed short-circuited, he didn't even know what he was doing, he just relied on instinct.

He woke up in bed, sweet and shy, covered himself tightly with a thin blanket, and felt hot all over.

I can't tell if it's because of shyness or emotion, there may be some of them.

When he came out, Ning An was setting dishes on the dining table, and when he saw him, he just smiled as usual.

That smile made his heart tremble, and his heart was very excited.

Apart from greeting him for dinner, Ning An didn't say a word about his getting drunk yesterday.

Feng Yun rested his chin with one hand, and looked at him with the corners of his lips pursed.

Ning An was lowering his head to concentrate on biting the poached egg.

Everything he does seems to be extremely serious and focused, even eating.

The eyelashes are like two small brushes, blocking the look in his eyes.

Probably because of the relatively high temperature of his face, his lips are bright red and moist.

Like the color he rubbed yesterday, only he knows how soft, hot, and moist his lips are...

He didn't look at him, so he looked at him unscrupulously.

Because of making breakfast, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, exposing a flexible forearm.

There are a few faint fingerprints on the snow-white wrist, even after a night, it is still very obvious.

Feng Yun's heart skipped a beat, he stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, and looked carefully.

He was surprised, stunned, distressed and regretful: "I pinched it?"

Ning An wanted to pull down his sleeves, but Feng Yun pressed his hand, and gently blew on those fingerprints.

"It doesn't hurt," Ning An said, "It's just that you held it for a long time yesterday to make a mark."

How can it not hurt?Feng Yun gently rubbed that piece of skin, then put his lips on it and kissed it pitifully.

He said to him seriously: "Next time I do this again, you will hit me."

Although he is seldom drunk, he has been drunk. He is not the kind of person who likes to make trouble after drinking.

Even when he is very drunk sometimes, the expression on his face can be maintained very calm, making it difficult to tell whether he is really drunk or not.

Yesterday was really the worst time he made a fuss, like a coquettish and willful child, desperate for peace.

If the fight was more intense, he might really hurt him, which made him a little scared.

After he finished speaking, he thought about it again, fearing that he would not have the strength to do so, so he added: "It's like beating Chu Qin."

Ning An sneered: "Okay."

He looked at Feng Yun's untouched noodle bowl, and told him: "Eat quickly, I didn't put any oil on purpose, so I dripped a little sesame oil when it came out of the pan, it won't hurt my stomach."

Feng Yun ate two mouthfuls, but couldn't taste the taste.

He suddenly remembered something, and stood up abruptly: "Did I bite you yesterday?"

He frantically came to unbutton his button, wanting to see his wound.

Ning An's expression faded, he stretched out his hand to press his, and said, "It's okay, Feng Yun, it's just a very shallow tooth mark, it's gone early."

What stopped Feng Yun was not the strength of his hands, but his eyes.

His eyes were firm, but also calm and indifferent.

Feng Yun's hand was withdrawn, but his eyes stopped at his collarbone.

It was covered tightly by the shirt, but he knew that under the shirt, there should be a tooth mark on his collarbone.

If the injury is severe, there may be scars.

That's what he bit, what he left for him.

He pursed his lips, his heart felt as if it had been scorched by fire, it was hot and hot, swallowing up the coolness that Ning An's eyes brought to him.

Excitement and remorse co-existed, causing some secret throbbing in his heart.

Ning An didn't dare to meet his gaze.

Of the two of them, there must be one who can bear it. If Feng Yun can't bear it, then he can only bear it.

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