Host, You're Targeted

At seven o'clock sharp, Yan Xiunian's mobile phone alarm clock rang.

Winter morning or a gray, the room did not turn on the light, gray background in the bedroom spread.

Dark black shadows fall on the back lights of desks and sofas, and white mobile phones vibrate on the desks.

On the ground next to the desk is a large piece of silhouette, dimly visible two shapeless shadows.

Yan Xiunian stretched his arm to reach the mobile phone on his desk. The quilt slid down from him, revealing his bare back under his shoulder blades.

"What are you doing?" Yan Xiunian's hoarse voice with a sense of grain rings in his ear. He can't help but shrink his neck and shiver.

Cheng Hui pushes off the quilt and presses it back on Yan Xiunian's body. He grabs his outstretched hand, pulls it back and presses it on the wall at the head of the bed.

Yan Xiunian was lying on his pillow with his head on his side. In the dark room, he could see the crimson of his eyes.

"Don't make any noise." Yan Xiunian covered his eyes. "It's seven o'clock. Are you a man? If you don't get up, you can't really shoot vlog. "

With a low smile, Cheng Hui pulls back the hand that was sandwiched between the sheet and Yan Xiunian's abdomen, and pulls Yan Xiunian's half of the corner of his coat that slides under his shoulder.

"Then stop shooting. It doesn't matter. Fans don't know I'm going to shoot vlog anyway." Cheng goes back and moves up to kiss Yan Xiunian's back neck.

Yan Xiunian couldn't stand the delicate kiss on his skin, and goose bumps all over his body.

"You..."

Yan Xiunian gasped for breath. He stretched his hand back, grabbed Cheng Hui's head and pulled his hair.

Cheng Hui is dragged by Yan Xiunian, and yanxiunian takes advantage of his rising movement to move out from under him.

"Get up quickly!"

Yan Xiunian quickly rolled out of bed and stood beside his desk. He turned off the alarm clock which rang again.

The lock screen says 7:03.

It was supposed to get up at half past six, but was dragged to seven o'clock.

Yan Xiunian pointed to the mobile phone screen and looked back at Cheng, who was still lying in bed. He said angrily, "look! What time is it now? Do you still have time to get up early? "

Yan found his hair on the edge of the bed for six and a half years, and then he found it on the edge of his bed.

"Don't worry." Cheng Hui finds his pants and opens the quilt. "I'm not in a hurry. What are you worried about?"

Pointing to him who was about to lift the quilt, Yan Xiunian ordered: "don't lift the quilt! Tuck me in the quilt and get dressed

Cheng Hui raised his eyelids lazily and looked at him for a second. Then he squinted and yawned: "are you still shy? What have you never seen? "

Yan Xiunian: "bah! Shut up

Although Cheng Hui said this, he still pulled his pants into the quilt, arched several times in the quilt and put on his trousers.

Yan Xiunian watched Cheng Hui pull the quilt half of the corner on the ground back to the bed, sitting naked on the edge of the bed, barefoot looking for slippers on the ground.

At last, it stopped.

Yan Xiu breathed a sigh, opened his mobile phone and took a look at the message Xiao Lei sent him.

Xiao Lei's message was sent ten minutes ago: "brother Yan, are you up? Can I pick you up at seven? 】

when Yan Xiunian clicks the input box, he is about to type when the keyboard pops up, and his chin is suddenly pinched.

Cheng comes back and forcefully pulls him into his arms, pinches his chin and sucks.

He just pushed Cheng Hui away, and Cheng Hui said, "a kiss afterwards is better than a living immortal."

Yan Xiunian: "it's Go away