Host, You're Targeted

Big big drops of water roll down from Yanhuai, hit the floor, YINKAI a wet wet.

He kept going forward, forcing Tingyuan to step back.

Until Tingyuan was about to hit the screen and knock it down.

"Wipe me first." Yanhuai looked down at him with the heat just after bathing.

The blood in the court is red.

"Wait for me to change clothes first, and then I will punish you."

Yan Huai opened his hands, the meaning is very clear.

Tingyuan turns his head to look for a towel to wipe his body, but he thinks that when he used to watch the maids serve Yanhuai out of the bath, Yanhuai can be wearing a lining.

Why don't you wear anything this time, even ask him to help wipe his body?

He is clumsy. If he is rash and abrupt, he will be killed on the spot!

"Wipe the water clean." Yanhuai told Tingyuan, "you should learn to serve me. I'll buy you back to be a schoolboy, but I don't go to school every day. When I don't go to school, you need to follow me all the time

"Yes."

Tingyuan wiped the water on Yan Huai's upper body carefully, and squatted down on his legs with his red face closed.

Yan Huai also does not care about him, read in him is the first time, let him go.

"Well, serve me to dress." Yan Huai patted Tingyuan's head to remind him of the next step.

So the court yuan and red face, take one side of the clothes, waiting for Yan Huai to put on, and then tie a tie for him.

With the lining on, Tingyuan's red face gradually returned to its original color.

He is not the first time to wear a coat to Yan Huai, or very experienced.

Tingyuan bent over to tie a belt to Yanhuai. The horse's tail hung down behind him and slipped from his shoulder.

Yanhuai looked at the hair on the shoulder of Tingyuan, and suddenly remembered that there was a mole at the end of the clavicle of Tingyuan.

A mole grows there, still quite intriguing.

Today is Qingqiu's festival. Yan Huai will go out later, wearing a belt embroidered with totems and a string of blue and white tassels on his waist.

It is said that this is the tradition of Qingqiu Festival.

After Tingyuan dressed him, he had to remove the screen and bath tub.

When he went around to Yan Huai's back, Yan Huai suddenly extended his arm and caught his waist.

"Ah

Court yuan was Yanhuai stopped to lift up.

Yan Huai's arm strength is amazing, only one hand can lift him up.

He strode forward and put Tingyuan on the table for him to sit on.

Ting yuan sat on the table, his hands propped up on the table and touched the cup on the table.

He lowered his head and tried to hold those cups well. Suddenly, Yanhuai's big hand caught the back of his head and forced him to turn his head.

Yan Huai squeezed into his legs and stood with one hand around his back waist and the other on the back of his head.

The two of them were very close.

Close to Yan Huai's breath all spray on his neck, warm breathing makes him feel itchy.

"Childe..." Court yuan flustered, "I haven't finished cleaning up yet! I... "

"Don't clean up." Yan Huai buttoned up his back waist, "you just need to wait on me, and the finishing work will naturally be done by someone."

Court yuan took a look at Yan Huai and quickly moved his eyes, "but..."

"No more." Yan Huai interrupted him, "are you not going to punish? Do it before you go out, so you don't have to worry about it later. "

With that, Yan Huai's hand fell on the neckline of the court yuan.