Host, You're Targeted

TingYang walked around the gate of the court yuan room with his sword in his arms, for fear that something might come out of it.

When he walked around and was about to make the servants waiting nearby faint, the door was finally opened.

Yan Huai comes out from inside, and before he can close the door, the red Tingyuan appears behind him and closes the door.

TingYang is about to ask Yan Huai what happened.

Did not expect Yan Huai to hear the movement behind him, unexpectedly immediately turned to push open the door.

TingYang's outstretched hand was almost caught by the closed door.

Resentfully, he drew back his hand, touched his nose, and lowered his eyes to look at his toes.

"Ah, ah, childe!" Tingyuan cried out.

Yan Huai's voice is always cold, but TingYang could hear a little unusual feeling from his tone.

"Am I so kind to you that you have to push your luck? Be careful. I'll let you warm my bed tonight

"Young master, I was wrong! I was wrong -- "

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at sunset, Yan Huai was bathing in his room, and Tingyuan was forced to kneel down on the ground across the screen to grind ink.

Bai Bi comes with Bai Ling again, saying that it is not convenient for Bai Ling to go to the school. She hopes to live in Yan's house and go to school with Yan Huai in a sedan chair.

Yan and Lang in the vestibule and white chat, white edge in the backyard ordered people to inform Yan Huai.

Although getting married is sooner or later, they still need to ask Yan Huai's advice.

TingYang was about to knock on the door and tell Yan Huai about it when he heard the voice of Yan Huai coming from the house.

"What are you muttering about? Is it finished? "

Court yuan wrongly left his mouth and said unhappily, "not yet, young master."

Yan Huai tilted his head and saw a figure kneeling outside through the screen.

"Don't you hurry up?"

"Yes." Court yuan's mouth is almost cocked up to the sky, and the strength of rubbing ink in his hands is also great.

TingYang hesitated and didn't know whether to knock.

Is the relationship between his childe and Tingyuan too confusing?

Tingyuan has been kneeling for too long, and his feet are numb.

He took a glance at Yan Huai across the screen. Seeing that Yan Huai was still soaking in the bucket, he secretly moved his leg out and rubbed it against the door.

Oh, it's comfortable to stretch your legs.

Tingyuan sighed in a low voice.

I can't understand why people don't stretch their legs in all these complicated rituals.

It's weird.

The court yuan grinds and grinds, and can't help but aim at Yan Huai's back.

The screen is only covered with a simple layer of cloth. Through the screen, you can still see the blurred figure.

Yanhuai back to his side, hands on the edge of the bath bucket, black hair scattered down, blocking his most shoulder back.

However, this does not affect Tingyuan's appreciation of beautiful men's bath.

Looking at it, he slowed down the movement of rubbing ink on his hand.

When he came back from school at noon today, Yanhuai actually squeezed his chin and smelled it, saying that he was very sweet.

"The little sugar residue on your mouth is for me to eat? Want to sell yourself to please me? "

Yan Huai half narrowed his eyes, pinched his chin left and right, and the expression was still shaking in his head.

Obviously, it's just a very normal sentence, but with Yanhuai's squinting expression, it's easy to make people think.

What's more, he said something about warming the bed when he came back to his house.

Court yuan free a hand to beat the leg of the next sour hemp.

Although he came to this world, he really wanted to sleep in Yanhuai, but sleeping in Yanhuai and warming the bed and then being slept by Yanhuai are totally different concepts.

Tut.

It's a question of how to attack a black man who has only stepped into the throne of the fox emperor, and let him be willing to do nothing for love.