Host, You're Targeted

Tingyuan looks at the little bit of hair cut off by Yanhuai in his palm, and looks at Yan Huai's tucking the hair into his clothes and placing it on his chest.

It was a handful of hair cut from his heart, now hidden in his heart by Yan Huai.

A warm current came out of Tingyuan's heart and filled the place where he had cut off a handful of hair.

"Go ahead." Yanhuai pressed the back of Tingyuan's head, and his fingers combed his hair a few times.

Court yuan's lip line suddenly purses straight, the corner of the mouth slowly presses down, reveals a somewhat aggrieved expression like to cry out.

Yan Huai Leng, "court yuan?"

Suddenly, Tingyuan grabs Yanhuai's shoulder and tiptoes to Yanhuai.

The sun peeped out half a face from behind the clouds, and looked at the grand occasion in the world quietly.

The colorful light takes advantage of the sun's inattention, flies through the air to the earth.

Tingyuan's hair glowed dark brown in the sun.

The hair in Yan Huai's hand slipped from the fingertips due to the forward movement of court yuan.

Tingyuan dressed in a dark brown light, ran into his arms in Yanhuai's dark brown eyes.

Tingyuan pro in Yanhuai face side, flying hair slowly fell down, covering Yan Huai's hands on his back.

TingYang turned his head and flashed into his eyes, almost blind.

Tingyuan releases Yanhuai and his heel falls back to the ground.

He laughed, and the two little tiger teeth in the corner of his mouth propped up the corner of his mouth which had just been pressed down.

"It's all yours."

Tingyuan said this with a smile, and then he picked up his clothes and ran to the square.

Yan Huai looked at the court Yuan Yang long hair shuttling in the crowd, covered the corners of his mouth and laughed.

This child is really

TingYang turned back with his sword and touched the tip of his nose.

He didn't see anything. He wasn't sour at all.

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the rite of passage is completed after the hair is tied.

After Tingyuan came out of the adult door, he saw Yanhuai standing beside him.

"Childe

Court yuan laughs and strides toward Yan Huai, and once again pours into Yan Huai's arms.

Yan Huai slightly bent down to hold him and took him full.

TingYang looked around with big eyes, wondering if these two people could be a little more restrained?

After a rite of passage, Tingyuan takes Yanhuai's hand and returns to the inn.

They wandered all the way, and it was time to have lunch when they returned to the inn.

There is a small attic on the first floor of the inn, and the dining environment is much better than that of the hall.

As soon as they went back, they found a corner near the corridor in the small pavilion and sat down. Tingyuan tossed the hairpin on his head and waved his feet to watch Yanhuai order.

Yanhuai knew his taste and ordered dishes as close as possible to the direction he liked.

The waiter was replaced by a new face of the shop assistant. The waiter was not as expressive as the bartender before. He ordered the dishes with a wooden face and quickly stepped down.

Tingyuan grabs the package on his head, looks at the back of the guy leaving, and says, "this guy can't serve well. If the shopkeeper sees that he doesn't even have a smile, won't he deduct his money?"

Ting Yang put the sword on the table, put one hand on the table, and turned to look at the man.

"I can't help it. The bartender was injured in the morning. This must have been caught temporarily. There is no way."

Yan Huai raised the folding fan in the court yuan holding the hairpin's hand to knock, "don't pull, the hair will be scattered."

Court yuan lies on the table to smile at him, "Hey, hey!"