Host, You're Targeted

The ninth day of junior high school should not exist at the moment when Chenghui saved it. It lives on Chenghui's soul.

When Cheng Hui's soul no longer belongs to himself, but is loyal to another person, the ninth day of junior high school lost the power attached to him.

As soon as Yan Xiunian wakes up, he hears Max say this to him, while Cheng Hui is quietly lying around his waist.

The pajamas he wore before going to bed were still on Cheng Hui's body, and his collar became wrinkled because of his side action.

That is to say, the night before Cheng Hui fell asleep, he did not become the ninth day of junior high school.

Yan Xiunian moved his waist and tightened his arm.

Cheng Hui's eyelashes quiver a few times and opens his eyes.

Yan Xiunian was staring at Cheng Hui's eyes. For a moment, he saw a dark brown light flash through Cheng Hui's eyes.

The light spot circled around Cheng Hui's pupil and finally fell into his pupil and disappeared.

"Good morning." Cheng Hui seemed to have just come back to God, tightened his hand and took Yan Xiunian into his arms. "What time is it?"

Yan Xiunian is dragged to his arms by Cheng Hui, thinking about the light that flashed in Cheng Hui's eyes for a while.

Was that the ninth day of junior high school when I said goodbye to him?

Cheng Hui raised his head, rubbed Yan Xiunian's cheek, and waited for a moment with his eyes closed, but did not wait for Yan Xiunian's reply.

He suspected that he had made people cruel last night. He had not regained consciousness, so he stepped back a little and held Yan Xiunian's head to raise his face.

Yan Xiunian was still thinking about the ninth day of junior high school. His face was suddenly lifted up by Cheng Hui, and he immediately got out of his thinking.

"Well?" "Good morning," said Yan Xiunian

Cheng Hui holds his face, looks at it carefully, and kisses him in the eye.

"What's the matter?" Cheng asked.

His voice was satiated and hoarse. When he raised his face to kiss Yan Xiunian, his clean neck was just where he could see when he dropped his eyes.

Yan Xiunian closed one eye and asked Cheng Hui to kiss him. The other eye lowered his eyelashes and looked at Cheng Hui's larynx.

"It's OK." Yan Xiunian suddenly reached out and clasped Cheng's back neck. He leaned over and gave him a kiss on his throat. "You didn't change the ninth day last night."

Cheng Hui was stunned for a moment, and then he looked down at his clothes.

He is still wearing the same pajamas that he used to go to bed last night, which means that he did not experience the change from human to cat and then from cat to human last night.

The mobile phone alarm clock on the bedside table rings. Cheng Hui grabs Yan Xiunian into his arms with one hand and stretches to turn off the alarm clock.

It's six fifty in the morning.

The winter sun has not yet broken through the clouds, but the morning glow has spread out a gorgeous sky.

It's a new day.

"Did you leave on the ninth day of junior high school?" Cheng Hui thinks that Yan Xiunian is reluctant to give up the ninth day of junior high school. "If you want to have a cat, I'll take you to adopt one after work in the evening. What do you want? Shall we find another one like that in junior high school

Knowing that Cheng Hui had misunderstood him, Yan Xiunian pulled out a smile and gently pinched him with the hand on his waist.

"No, I don't want to have a cat." Yan Xiunian said, "it's just that you wake up in the daytime and suddenly wear clothes. I'm a bit unaccustomed. After all, on the ninth day of the ninth day of the lunar new year, you will come to sleep with me every night, and then in the morning you will become a person without clothes."

When Yan Xiunian said this, his eyelashes drooped, and from Cheng Hui's point of view, he seemed to be closing his eyes.

But the corners of his mouth were raised.

Cheng Hui was in a better mood. He grabbed his cheek and pulled to both sides: "what are you talking about? unaccustomed? Well? "