Host, You're Targeted

Yan Huai's eyes are very beautiful.

Maybe it's because of the setting of the fox people, or it's also because they realize that the target of the strategy is actively attacked. Tingyuan thinks that Yanhuai is particularly good-looking today.

When Yanhuai lifted his eyelids to look at him, the arc of the peach blossom eye tail would go up, and the dark brown pupil would turn slightly.

Yan Huai's eyes are like jewel balls polished carefully. They are clean and pure. They are as clear as any worldly treasures.

But his eyes are full of affection, and the arc on the end of his eyes is so gentle that everyone will feel that he thinks something else about himself when he sees him.

Some people say that such eyes are licentious and affectionate.

But Yan Huai, as cold as ice, is always a layer of ice that will not melt.

Even if it is laughing, it is always with alienation and indifference.

He has the coldest and thinnest ice in the world, but he has the most gentle eyebrows in the world.

Tingyuan looked at these eyes and suddenly realized that it was his whether Yanhuai was heartless or tender.

Yan Huai was actively attacked from the beginning.

A sour feeling surged up his nose, and Tingyuan suddenly became red in his eyes.

He was like a man who had been retrograde for a long time in the cold wind. Suddenly, he saw the reflection of a man with a lamp behind him who did not know how long he had been following him.

The man's shoes and clothes were thick with frost and snow, but he kept silent and followed him.

In front of him was a cold wind coming out of the darkness.

He hobbled on, looking for a place where he could light a fire for him.

But the man who followed him with the warm light was already there.

This cognition makes Tingyuan burst into tears.

Yanhuai has been paying attention to his expression, found that he suddenly red eyes.

"Tingyuan, you..."

Yanhuai took back his hand and was about to ask if he felt uncomfortable because of his internal force entering the body, so he held his neck.

Tingyuan braves tears and pours forward into Yan Huai's arms and kisses Yan Huai in disorder.

It hurts to hit it like that.

Tingyuan has just finished eating the cake and hasn't drunk water yet. His lips are still dry.

It's not comfortable to kiss casually.

But the heart is satisfied.

Court yuan hugged Yan Huai's neck, and the fingers hanging behind him trembled uncontrollably because of excitement.

Yan Huai didn't know that he was giving him an internal force. What happened to him.

But he did his best to cooperate with Tingyuan.

Tingyuan's kiss is dry and disorderly. He clasps the back of Tingyuan's head to let him quiet down and lick his lips gently.

Tingyuan can't stand such gentleness.

Gentleness is always the best thing to enter his heart.

Yan Huai's gentleness is like water, from his closed atrial door to penetrate bit by bit, until the ground is all wet, until the heart is filled with him.

Tingyuan began to cry.

He closed his eyes tightly and didn't want to cry.

But the more gentle Yan Huai is, the more he can't stand it.

Salty and astringent liquid slipped into the kiss, Yan huaicai found that the court yuan cried.

Yan Huai didn't ask what happened to him coldly as usual. He tried to touch Tingyuan's back and patted it gently to make it better.

With more and more salty and astringent liquid, Tingyuan's body began to tremble slightly, even sobbing in his breath.

Yan Huai finally let go of him. His hands on the back of his head did not move, but his lips moved up slowly, kissing his eyes one by one.