Host, You're Targeted

Yuan Hansheng used to be in a state of no light when sleeping, so now the curtain in the bedroom is still pulled tightly, and there is no light coming out.

There is a bottle of iodine on the floor of the living room. A roll of medical adhesive tape is scattered on the floor in a special artistic posture. The sliding tape rolls on the small bottle of iodine and stops. The iodine liquor is shaken twice by it, and is still stable.

Tang Yan was picked up by Yuan Hansheng when he heard the tape landing. Yuan Hansheng pulled him into his arms with his chin in one hand, but his other hand touched the wall behind him and took him to the bedroom.

Tang Yan's hand with a cut on his fingertip was still on Yuan Hansheng's shoulder, and his other hand weakly grabbed the hem of Yuan Hansheng's clothes.

The door of the bedroom is kicked up by Yuan Hansheng. Tang Yan hears the sound of "Dong" in the pleasure of hypoxia, and then he is pressed on the cold wall.

"Ah Yan." Yuan Hansheng gasped and released him. He pressed against his forehead in the dark, trying to see clearly that his eyes were opposite to his four eyes. He repeated the words just now: "I love you so much."

The curtain in the bedroom is not even shining. Tang Yan's dark pupil is hidden in the dark. He can't see yuan Hansheng's face, so he can only touch him with his own hands.

“…… My brother. "

Tang Yan yelled in a hoarse voice. He didn't know why he wanted to cry.

"Well." Yuan Hansheng bowed his head to kiss him again, "I was wrong, really, forgive me? How about that? "

Tang Yan uses his uninjured fingertips to depict the outline of Yuan Hansheng's five senses. Yuan Hansheng holds his waist in one hand and takes him to his arms from the wall. He turns around and bumps him into the deeper darkness of the room with his fast beating chest.

In the dark, all the senses were magnified infinitely. Yuan Hansheng heard Tang Yan cry. He didn't know whether it was because of his sudden cold war or something else.

Yuan Hansheng still heard Tang Yan scold him in a low voice with a voice of crying, but he just held the man in his arms tightly and wiped his tears with his lips again and again.

When Tang Yan finally woke up, he smelled the unusual smell in the air and heard the regular purr coming from his stomach.

Yes, Tang Yan woke up from hunger.

There seems to be no second person in the bedroom. Tang Yan wants to find yuan Hansheng, but he just moves a little bit and wants to sit up. Then he feels a tingling pain.

He seemed to be broken up and reassembled, and every cell in his body was in pain.

Tang Yan grabs the edge of the quilt and sighs. He wants to call Yuan Hansheng, but he finds himself speechless.

Is that terrible? Tang Yan thought, when did his physique become so bad?

Just as Tang Yan looked at the ceiling and listened to the gurgling sound in his stomach gradually disappeared, the door of the bedroom opened and Yuan Hansheng came in.

Tang Yan moved his fingers, pulled the edge of the quilt, tilted his head to see yuan Hansheng.

"Wake up, how do you feel?"

Yuan Hansheng changed into a plaid home clothes. He closed the door of his bedroom, went to the edge of the bed and sat down. He pushed Tang Yan's broken hair off his forehead to one side.

Tang Yan is still holding the position of holding the quilt. He has a pain in his body when he moves. He has a sore throat when he talks. He can't feel any pain when he moves up and down. Maybe he only has eyes.

So he kept staring at Yuan Hansheng. No matter what yuan Hansheng said or asked, he just looked at him and didn't speak.