On the same night, Liu Fuguang lowered his head, pressed his lips against Yan Huan's, and then they did that intimate and harmonious thing.
It had been so long that he had almost forgotten what the situation was. The only thing he could remember was Yan Huan's burning fever, his half-closed eyes that refused to open, and even his fake facial features that were flushed with fever, and his expression that seemed to be about to cry.
Maybe I am different, he thought vaguely when he saw Yan Huan's appearance at that time, maybe in his dark heart... I am completely different.
Out of the same feeling of pity, the young Liu Fuguang never told Yan Huan that, in fact, he could see the other person's true identity from the very beginning.
Yan Huan cared so much about his appearance that even though he was seriously injured, he had to put on a disguise before meeting him. He had always been very self-abased. In this case, how could Liu Fuguang speak rashly and expose this fact directly
Like countless ordinary couples in the mundane world, they had quarrels, but also reconciled after the quarrels, had disagreements, but also tolerated each other after the disagreements - of course, it was mostly Liu Fuguang who tolerated Yan Huan.
Although Yan Huan could crush a human being in strength, for some reason, he never laid a hand on Liu Fuguang when they were arguing.
Yan Huan always persuaded himself in his heart that he should not destroy the perfect appearance of humans, and that there should not be any flaws in the collection, or that humans were too weak. If he accidentally killed them, the group of immortals with long arms would complain again... There were many excuses. The next time they quarreled, Yan Huan continued to lose to the humans' gazes and heat, so he had to run away to vent his anger, still sharpening his fangs and claws.
Gradually, he became immune to Liu Fuguang's "I like you". He no longer felt dizzy, hot ears and shortness of breath every time he heard it. So, Liu Fuguang smiled and brought out the enhanced version of the magic weapon, "I love you".
The customs of the people at that time were simple and honest, and people were never reluctant to express their feelings. However, Yan Huan had never seen anyone as frank, enthusiastic and outspoken as Liu Fuguang in his life, or he had seen it but had never experienced it personally.
Liu Fuguang didn't often talk about love, but every time he did, his two soft, rosy lips opened and closed, almost killing Yan Huan.
On the battlefield called emotion, the Dragon God was defeated step by step and was in a miserable state, with no chance to fight back.
One day, Yan Huan walked to the door of the bedroom and heard Liu Fuguang's voice, faintly saying something like "dragon" and "like". His movements froze, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, and a tingling electric current spread down his spine.
He coughed and quietly walked in. The hollow brocade screens overlapped delicately, and the light and shadows cast patterns of flying birds on the bamboo-colored floor. He stood in the middle of the shadows and quietly looked at the scene inside.
Liu Fuguang's maid was combing his hair. The milky white bone comb lightly stroked his shiny black hair. The two colors softly intertwined, exuding a sense of tenderness for no reason.
Yan Huan did not frown. His facial features were all simulated, so he did not show any expression when he was alone. At this moment, his handsome face was no different from a blank sheet of paper, but his nine eyes had slowly narrowed.