Host, You're Targeted

It's late at night.

TingYang is patrolling around Beiyuan with a sword, but he doesn't find any abnormality.

The servants and servants also retired. The North Garden was quiet, and even the lanterns hanging on the treetops swayed gently with the breeze. I was afraid that the action would disturb the peace.

The peach blossom in the peach blossom forest has fallen, and new buds have sprouted out of the branches.

They sneak out their heads in the dead of the night, cover their cheeks shyly, and peep into the world with a sharp white tip.

TingYang comes out from the peach blossom forest, caresses open a bunch of peach flowers blocking the road, and goes to the courtyard in front of Yan Huai's bedroom.

Yan Huai's bedroom room only weak light, through the doors and windows from the outside, you can see that the room only in the bed side of the light.

Tomorrow Mao will go out to Qingqiu border, Yan Huai is not sleeping?

TingYang is also inconvenient to disturb the master's rest, and checked out the house again.

He walked out along the corridor and passed the room of Tingyuan and found that there was no light in it.

Did Ting yuan go to bed so early? It is rare that he is so obedient today.

TingYang walked past Tingyuan's house and went to see other places.

But in Yan Huai's house, the court yuan is pressed in the quilt by him, can't move at all.

"Childe..." Court yuan left and right to see, want to come out from Yan Huai body.

Yanhuai dragged his waist to put him into the bed, palm pressed his shoulder not to let him move.

"Where do you want to go?" Yan Huai's face hung with a smile, "how big do you not want to warm my bed? It's not the first time you've done this. "

Said, Yan Huai also started to untie the court yuan's coat belt.

Tingyuan twisted his waist to hide, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no It's too fast, it's too fast to... "

Yan Huai and free a hand to embrace his waist back, "what is too fast?"

Tingyuan wanted to say that the progress was too fast, but he thought it over and felt that it was not appropriate.

As soon as the word progress comes out, doesn't Yanhuai know he's thinking about something?

Yan Huai, who didn't wait for an answer, pinched the waist of Tingyuan and took advantage of the shaking of Tingyuan and stripped off his coat three or two times.

"Well? Speak. " Yan Huai said.

Yan Huai's hand has been swimming around the waist of the court yuan, feeling what normal physiological reaction Tingyuan is about to have.

"Childe

Court yuan finally pulled out a hand, a grasp of Yan Huai's hands.

"Don't do that!" Tingyuan was so red that he didn't dare to look at Yanhuai. He tilted his head and side face and fell into the mattress. "I'll warm you up. Don't Don't... "

Tingyuan's ears are red, pink and pink, like petals that are ripe but have not yet escaped from the bud. They are extremely lovely.

Yan Huai pinched his waist, Leng is in court yuan press his wrist, pull court yuan to his side.

"What else?"

Like a reckless boy who didn't know anything, he bent his arm against the bed and approached Tingyuan's red ears.

Tingyuan seemed to feel something, and he tucked up his neck in advance and put up an ostrich.

"Don't..." Tingyuan was so shy that he couldn't speak. His fingers were burning.

Yan Huai suddenly let go of the lean waist in his hand, and a kickback squeezed into the five fingers of the court yuan.

"Well?" He also deliberately asked, "what?"

Tingyuan buried his face deeper and his neck was covered with pink.

“…… No, don't touch it. " Tingyuan's voice was too low to be heard.

Yan Huai completely pressed down his body, chin on his head, and said with a voice of Qi: "if you don't want me to touch it, I won't touch it. Then I don't have face."? Are you a childe or am I a childe