Host, You're Targeted

The rain just stopped when they arrived at the school.

Tingyuan is wearing a water blue dress today. His hair is tied into a high horse tail, which sets off the innocence of his face. He looks very energetic.

After the rain, the weather turned cool. Before going out, Bai Yuan specially gave Yan Huai a dark green cloak.

These days they all come to school by carriage.

TingYang's front foot came down from the front of the carriage, and the back foot of the court yuan lifted the curtain and jumped down.

He bumped into TingYang's back and clapped his hands on TingYang's back in order not to let himself fall.

TingYang was caught by him, and he took a few steps forward.

Tingyuan's strength is very strong. If TingYang was not a martial arts practitioner, he would have slapped him to the ground.

TingYang stands firm with his sword and turns around to have a good theory with Tingyuan.

Tingyuan jumps down with Yanhuai's cloak in his arms and raises the curtain on tiptoe to help him down.

Yan Huai is not a young master and a young lady who needs support all the way.

He put his hand on Tingyuan's head, turned him aside, and jumped off the carriage with a slight leap.

Tingyuan was turned around by him according to his head. When he lifted his cloak, he would spread it on him.

"Young master! Madame said it's cold. I want you to wear more to keep out the wind. "

With that, Tingyuan didn't care whether Yanhuai was willing to wear clothes, so he jumped up and put his cloak on his shoulder.

TingYang looked at the cloak with fur collar and turned his head to smile.

Can't you sweat in such a heavy coat?

"Young master, wear more!" Tingyuan followed him with a bookcase. "It's damp and cold after the rain, my wife said..."

Court yuan quickly followed Yan Huai behind, and said those things that Bai Yuan ordered him to do.

"Why do you say it every day?"

Yan Huai walked to the corridor beside the front hall and suddenly turned around.

Tingyuan, with his head down and his bookcase, dashed into his arms.

Yanhuai took the bookcase out of Tingyuan's hand and handed it to TingYang.

"TingYang, go on."

TingYang took over the bookcase and carried it on his back naturally.

Yan Huai held down the head of the court yuan in his arms and did not let him come out.

"You go to the house and put my things in order." Yan Huai told TingYang.

TingYang promised to come down, carrying the bookcase quickly to the opposite side of the room.

Court yuan is stuffy in Yan Huai bosom, breathless, had to pat him twice.

"Woo Young master

Yan Huai clasped his hand behind the court yuan's head and shook his head to look around.

There's no one nearby.

Even if someone is there, no one dares to comment on his behavior.

Court yuan buried his head on Yan Huai's chest and was thinking about whether to kick him in the past.

Yan Huai suddenly picked him up and carried him on his shoulder.

"Ah

Tingyuan put his hands on Yanhuai's shoulders, afraid that he would fall down, and pulled his clothes tightly across his cloak.

"Don't yell." Yan Huai raised his hand and slapped him on the buttocks. A hand passed under his knee and held him steady.

"Childe, where are you going to take me?"

Court yuan clenched Yan Huai's clothes and took out a hand to protect his buttocks and tail.

"My tail is very fragile. You can't pat it casually, young master." Tingyuan solemnly taught Yan Huai, "although I am the servant you bought, we are different in respect of our dignity and inferiority. You buy clothes for me, buy sugar gourd, buy small bags, and carry me. It's not good, madam said Ah

Court yuan was Yanhuai grab armpit down, the foot did not stand firm, a buttock sat on the ground.