Host, You're Targeted

On the night before departure, Tingyuan covered his face and was touched by Yanhuai, and then he was stuffed into the bedding to serve as a human warm bed treasure.

Yanhuai amused him so much that he was finally happy. He threw his clothes down on a stool at the end of the bed.

Oh, no, he didn't solve it. Yan Huai did.

The court yuan shrinks in the bed the most inside, the hands block the red cheek a firm, motionless rigid lie down.

Yanhuai put the bed curtain down and arranged, ready to open the quilt to lie in, and saw the court yuan shrink in the most edge.

"That's how you warm my bed?" Yanhuai opened the quilt and patted the central position of the bed, "are you doing this for the first time? You did it every day before you got hurt, remember? "

Yan Huai leaned against the head of the bed, propped up a foot and began to nostalgic.

"In the beginning, when I mentioned to warm my bed, you ran faster than the dog..."

Tingyuan couldn't listen anymore. He opened his leg and moved rigidly towards the middle of the bed.

"Don't say it, young master. I beg you." Court yuan moved to the middle of the bed and lay down, "I remember, I remember, really."

Yan Huai played a ring finger, the fox fire in the room went out.

There was only moonlight leaking through the window.

Without the light, Tingyuan no longer covers his face.

He had just taken his hand off when his foot touched something cold.

Next to the rustling sound of the bedding, Yan Huai got into the quilt.

What his toe touches is Yanhuai's pants fabric.

Yan Huai lay down on his side, holding the quilt corner by the way when covering the quilt, and covered the court yuan horizontally.

After covering, Yan Huai didn't take back his hand. He simply put it on the court yuan and grabbed a handful of his hair.

Tingyuan himself wants to pull the quilt. He pinches the quilt edge in the dark. His little thumb touches Yanhuai's hand and is caught by Yanhuai.

"All right."

As soon as Yan Huai spoke, Tingyuan realized how close they were now.

When Yan Huai spoke, the heat was all over his ears. It seemed that as long as he took a step forward, he could kiss him.

"Don't move. Go to bed."

Court yuan should come down, did not Yanhuai grasp the hand out.

He closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep, until Yan Huai's breathing became stable, he tried to move into the bed.

But what Tingyuan didn't expect was that Yanhuai was also pretending to sleep.

Already felt the court yuan move, Yan Huai pressed his head, directly and roughly into the arms.

"Oh Court yuan's face hit Yan Huai's clavicle, and he cried out in a low voice.

Yan Huai is pretending to sleep, pretending not to hear, and then this opportunity to embrace the court yuan more tightly.

The court yuan is hugged by him to almost side up the body, half of the body is close to him.

Yan Huai's heartbeat is strong and powerful, and the slight vibration is transmitted to Tingyuan's body through the thin cloth.

The court yuan shrinks in Yan Huaihuai, rubs the cheek that was hit painful, murmured in a low voice: "it is really rude! Hum

The corner of Yan Huai's mouth slowly cocked up, relying on the darkness can not see on unscrupulous.

Court yuan moved again. Yanhuai thought he was going to hide from his arms and was about to tighten his arms.

However, Tingyuan moved twice, rubbed himself, and found a place to lie in his arms.

Tingyuan did not want to hide, but to find a more comfortable position.

This cognition makes Yan Huai feel happy.

Then, he raised his feet again, like an octopus, and held the court yuan closer.