Host, You're Targeted

"Court yuan, court yuan, wake up."

Yan Huai looked at the court yuan in front of him shaking his head fainted, shaking his body to wake him up.

But Tingyuan's head was dizzy and dizzy. He shook him a few times and slapped him in the hand.

The sharp claws on the fingertips of Tingyuan, who had just been transformed into a teenager's figure, also grew out. The sharp fingernails scratched on the back of Yan Huai's hand, resulting in several bloodstains.

"Don't move me..." Court yuan's hand hangs powerlessly in quilt edge, just pressed in Yan Huai's long sleeve cuff.

Yanhuai raised the back of his hand, looked at the back of his hand exuding blood beads, and gently turned his wrist.

As he turned his wrist, the cuff closed up and shook with the hand on his sleeve.

Yanhuai noticed Tingyuan's hand.

When Tingyuan was still a child, his hands were very fleshy. He thought that when Tingyuan became a teenager, his hands would be fleshy.

I didn't expect that there was not a trace of extra flesh on his hands. His fingers were long and white, and even the sharp nail caps were shining with crystal clear light under the illumination of luminous stone.

Yanhuai took Tingyuan's wrist and looked at it for a while. Then he opened a corner of the quilt to put his hand into it.

When a corner of the quilt was opened, a piece of white cloth appeared in front of Yan Huai.

He put ting yuan's hand in place, picked up the cloth and rubbed it with his fingertips.

This is a piece of cloth.

This familiar touch makes Yan Huai suddenly think of something.

He grabbed the edge of the quilt and pulled it down. It was snow-white shoulder that caught his eyes.

The comatose Tingyuan tilted his head to the bed. Several strands of black hair hung from the deep concave clavicle, and the end of long hair went deep into the bedding.

Yanhuai lifts Tingyuan's hair and finds that there is a black mole at the end of Tingyuan's clavicle and shoulder.

"Hot..." Tingyuan murmured in a confused voice.

His head tilted to the side of Yan Huai and opened the quilt.

Just now Yan Huai's hand, which was stuffed into the mattress, also stretched out and hung on the edge of the bed.

Tingyuan is no longer a child who has to kneel on the stool even when he eats at the table. His limbs are long. If he pedals the quilt casually, it will slide down from him.

The quilt that this bed covers for a child can't completely cover his flipped body any more.

The sky outside is getting brighter, and the light penetrating into the room is no longer mixed with darkness.

Yan Huai can clearly see the body of the court yuan, also can understand what kind of scene is under the quilt.

All the clothes Tingyuan wore before going to bed last night must have been torn. If there was no cloth that stuck tenaciously to his body, he would not be wearing any thread now.

The corridor sounded footstep sound, Yanhuai pulled the edge of the quilt, wrapped the court yuan tightly.

TingYang went to the front room to get the medicine back. When he entered the door, he saw Yan Huai sitting by the bed, tidying up his cuffs as if nothing had happened.

Yanhuai is used to getting up early. When he wakes up, he can see Tingyuan's room when he opens the door.

Seeing Ting Yang walking towards the court yuan room, he did not change his clothes, and went out wearing the broad robe that he used to sleep last night.

The broad robe on his body was very large, and it was supported by the back of his shoulders and the lace around his waist.

"Young master." TingYang hesitated for a moment before handing the medicine to Yan Huai, "shall I come?"

Yan Huai spread out his palm and said, "no need, order to go on. Today's food should not be greasy and spicy."

TingYang handed the medicine bottle to Yan Huai's hand and retreated.