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Tingyuan's clothes were changed by Yan Huai.

The young master of Yanhuai lived for hundreds of years. When he served people, he wore loose clothes. It would be nice if he didn't wear clothes for him.

However, Tingyuan himself did not feel much. He sat on the edge of the bed and kept touching his nose. His big eyes were wandering all the time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yan Huai is really can't see, he this is about to bare chest dew breast appearance, reminded a sentence.

"The clothes are at the head of your bed. Change them and see if they fit."

Tingyuan looked down and found that his clothes were crooked. Although the buttons were correct, they were not fastened at all, and the belt around his waist was loose.

"Ah ha ha ha..." Tingyuan stood up with a dry smile and pulled off his loose belt to fasten it again.

Yan Huai waved back his sleeve and the open door closed automatically.

Tingyuan stopped fastening his buttons again.

Is Yan Huai not going to avoid it?

"Childe..." The court yuan wanted to speak but stopped.

"Say it." Yan Huai poured another cup of tea.

Tingyuan tidied up his clothes, picked up the clothes at the head of the bed and held them in front of his chest.

He bit a dark mark on his pale lower lip, which had not yet recovered its blood color.

"I I'm going to change. "

Yanhuai raised the bloodstained hand on the back of his hand to him and sipped tea.

"Well, change."

Tingyuan is a little embarrassed with his clothes.

Yan Huai's appearance of drinking tea calmly made him a little pretentious.

Isn't it just changing clothes in front of him? Court yuan to do their own psychological construction, change!

Thinking like this, the court yuan pinched that dress to stand up, turned back to Yan Huai, put on a layer of clothes.

Inside several pieces are white lining, Tingyuan tied the waist button, holding the blue clothes on.

This blue coat is different from the inner lining, which requires a belt.

Tingyuan couldn't find the belt after searching for a long time. He picked up the pillow and wanted to see if the belt fell into the gap of the pillow when he took the clothes.

Suddenly, a pair of hands extended from behind him, across his abdomen, surrounded him.

Tingyuan shuddered subconsciously.

"Don't move." Yan Huai leaned on his back, lowered his head to tie his belt, "stand up straight."

Warm breathing sprayed on the root behind Tingyuan's ear, and he stood upright according to his words.

Yanhuai tied a finger wide belt embroidered with Fox totem to help Tingyuan tie it up, and deliberately stuck it close to him and whispered in his ear.

"This is a belt of special material, with the totem of fox nationality on it, which is a symbol of identity."

Yan Huai tied his belt and held his waist to turn him in a direction.

"From tomorrow, you will be my little schoolboy. When you go to school with me, don't be bullied."

Court yuan red face nod, dare not look up at Yan Huai.

Yan Huai's hand was still on his waist.

Court yuan did not dare to move, nor dare to look up, Yan Huai looked down at a moment, this is the court yuan of juvenile appearance.

"You see." Yan Huai's fingers turn and suddenly rub the totem texture on the waist of court yuan.

Tingyuan almost cried out.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at the place where Yan Huai's fingertips caressed him.

It was a design outlined with silver silk thread, which could be identified as a Nine Tailed Fox holding a hill.

Yan Huai's wounded hand on the back of his hand kept rubbing on the waist belt of court yuan.

"Childe..." Court yuan finally strong courage to ask, "what is the injury on your hand?"