"Who, who is Youyou!"
"Let go of me, I'm your senior sister!"
Xie Ziyou's ears were red, he resisted in a low voice without confidence, and pushed Guan Heng's hot and broad chest with both hands.
Smelling drunk, Guan Heng's embrace became even more warm, and the young Li Li's peach blossom eyes glistened, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, with a tinge of red.
At first glance, it doesn't look like a struggle, but rather a refusal.
Guan Heng finally caught someone, how could he let him go so easily
He smiled lowly and said, "Youyou, I left your aura in the core of the formation, no one can come in except you."
Xie Ziyou: "..."
Fuck.
And this trick, so ruthless
Keep his breath, this person can't live anymore
Xie Ziyou almost wanted to knock open the protagonist's head to see what kind of mess was inside.
But in front of Guan Heng's cheerful smile and the tenderness in his eyes instantly dazzled his eyes and blocked all his words.
Guan Heng held Xie Ziyou's flexible and slender waist, and his fingertips touched the white and slender wrist. The delicate skin felt like fine silk.
But he was afraid of scaring Youyou away.
The young man drooped his eyelids slightly, took a deep breath, and with his excellent self-control, barely suppressed the manic impulse in his heart—but if the impulse can be easily suppressed, how can it be considered as impulsive
"... Senior Sister." Guan Heng's voice was hoarse.
It doesn't matter, it's just a title, no matter "Youyou" or "Senior Sister", it's you.
The light of the candle fell on the dark and deep eyes of the young man, revealing a thick color like condensed ink.
Guan Heng's arms couldn't help but tightened again, he lowered his head slightly, and whispered in Xie Ziyou's ear: "Senior Sister, do you still remember what you said before the gate of Guan Mansion?"
"You said, whether I, Guan Heng, is alive or dead, I am... your husband."
The deep and magnetic voice was close to the ears, as if thunder was exploding in Xie Ziyou's ears.
The young man's warm breath spit out on his white and delicate neck, with a teasing tone, but the ending was low, ambiguous and tender, like a lover whispering.
Hearing the last few words clearly, Xie Ziyou's mind buzzed, and a current surged up his spine.
He arched his waist, his whole body was as red as a steamed shrimp, he clenched his teeth tightly, squeezed out a few soft words from between his teeth, and desperately defended: "I, I, that's because..."
"Because 'Xie Ziyou' wanted me to die."
Guan Heng suddenly interrupted Xie Ziyou's words.
He loosened the arms that locked Xie Ziyou's slender waist, turned his hands on the young man's shoulders, lowered his head slightly, and fixed his eyes as deep as ink and as deep as an abyss on Xie Ziyou's.
"You want me to give up, you want me to hate you."
Guan Heng's tone was slow, almost one word at a time, but each word was bitten extremely clearly.
It seems that every word has been pondered in my heart for a long time, so long that I have polished it thoroughly and know it by heart.
"Because you can't marry me—your real identity, your family, and your difficulties are all not allowed."
Xie Ziyou was forced to look at Guan Heng in a daze, watching the fire light and his own tiny silhouette gradually reflected in those eyes that were close at hand, gradually shining like obsidian.
He thought to himself: Huh
What are your reasons
When did this happen
And Guan Heng's brows and eyes gradually stretched, and the overwhelming tenderness like the sea waves filled his eyes.
The corner of the young man's mouth slowly curled into a happy smile, and his thin lips parted slightly: "But you still saved me."
"Youyou, you don't want me to die. Why?"
"It's obvious that killing me is the most straightforward way. If I die, you will be safe from future troubles—but why did you save me?"
Xie Ziyou whispered and felt guilty, trying to make a final struggle: "I didn't..."
"Youyou!"
Guan Heng's hand holding Xie Ziyou's shoulder suddenly tightened tightly, and a heavy weight suddenly came over him.
Xie Ziyou stared blankly, and was pushed half a step by Guan Heng, only to realize that his calf was weak and he could hardly walk.
The young man's dark eyes sparkled with fire.
A wind blew up outside, whistling and circling in the simple courtyard, kicking up a lot of wind and sand, whirling and hitting the paper window.
The candle flame was blown by the wind, the wick swayed, and the whole room flickered for a moment. The faint shadow was under the hood, half of Guan Heng's face was covered in the shadow, and his facial features became more profound and sharp like a blade.
Xie Ziyou's mind flickered.
The moment they looked at each other, he read a trace of inexplicable loss and grievance from Guan Heng's bright eyes.
It seems to be questioning him: You obviously like me, why don't you admit it
— But how do you want me to recognize it
The ups and downs of his mood were like tossing rivers and seas, and the young man's voice was soft and calm, just like before.
The oppressive atmosphere in the air was coming head-on, forcing Xie Ziyou to almost suffocate.
The alcohol was sour, and the same grievances flooded his heart, Xie Ziyou sniffed, thinking almost collapsed, how the hell should he admit it
Say I like you too, but we can't be together
Saying that I will leave sooner or later, the points you hate me are not enough to see, and with all the reserves I have in the previous few worlds, it will be delayed in this world for 20 years at most
Xie Ziyou's long eyelashes trembled sharply, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he just wanted to say cruelly, "Give up."
But Guan Heng took the lead.
"Youyou, because of your status, you don't want to drag me down? It doesn't matter, I don't care if you are a man or a woman, and I don't care how long you can stay."
The young man's voice is clear and bright, like a bright moon and a breeze.
Xie Ziyou was extremely astonished, and blurted out: "How do you know..."
Know I'm leaving
Guan Heng smiled slightly, but did not speak.
He is so intelligent, and he has experienced the heat and cold of human relationships in the first half of his life, so he has long cultivated the ability to observe words and emotions.
And Youyou is the only person he puts on the top of his heart, and he can't wait to take care of him. Xie Ziyou's entangled little thoughts, little thoughts of reluctance and not knowing what to do, fell into Guan Heng's eyes, and he has already done everything. Guess, each guess has a corresponding plan.
As early as when they first met, Youyou lied to him, saying that he was a fairy descended from the world.
... Now it seems that it may not be false.
Guan Heng gently lifted Xie Ziyou's right hand, bit by bit his green fingers opened, and clasped the young man's slender palm on his chest.
Feeling the hot and tight chest under his palm, as well as the "plopping", violently beating heart, Xie Ziyou's blood also surged in an instant. close together.
"Every day I'm with you is one more day of happiness, and every day I'm with you is a day I earn. I don't think I'll ever love anyone like you again in my life."
"Youyou, will you marry me?"
"I like you, and only you."
The boy's eyes were clear and bright.
He held Xie Ziyou's white hand, bowed his head reverently, and kissed the back of the white hand.
Extremely gentle and sincere, when he lowered his eyes, thousands of stars were scattered in the eyes of the young man, and the warm touch fell on the back of Xie Ziyou's hand, and the narrow place where the skin touched suddenly burned like fire.
Just like back then, in front of the gate of the Guan Mansion, the handsome young man held the Ice Spirit Flower in his hands, and kissed lightly like a butterfly on the tip of the petals.
The sun fell in his eyes, like a golden glow covering a secluded lake.
There are thousands of hectares of fireworks, whistling like shooting stars, radiant and colorful, cracking the sky.
The tip of Xie Ziyou's nose was red, and the water in her beautiful peach blossom eyes was flickering, reflecting the candlelight, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
He tried to pull his hand back, but Guan Heng clenched it extremely tightly, with five fingers clasping his wrist tightly, as if he would not let go even if he was beaten to death.
Xie Ziyou was extremely helpless, he opened his mouth several times, opened and closed his thin lips, and finally only muttered a weak threat.
"Guan Heng, you will regret it."
When Guan Heng heard this, he was not angry but happy.
"I won't regret it," he said happily. "If you regret it, you will regret it—why did you save me at that time? Youyou, you are soft-hearted for a moment, and if you get this dog skin plaster on me, don't try to shake it off easily!"
The air was filled with an intoxicating atmosphere, and the young man's dark and bright eyes were shining with streamers. His love was sweeter than fine wine, almost intoxicating.
Xie Ziyou was slightly drunk, he was almost blown away by the cold wind outside the courtyard.
But at this moment, being watched by Guan Zhuozhao, Xie Ziyou's breathing became very rapid involuntarily, the burning sensation unique to alcohol came to his heart again, and the jade bottle poured out, dripping out a hearty impulse.
fuck it.
The alcohol was so strong that Xie Ziyou's heart burst into 180 curses in an instant.
The flickering candlelight impacted his reason and dazzled his eyes—he was forced to such a point, how could he deny it
Does he really dislike Guan Heng
No, he likes it! He loves it as hell!
Ever since the jade bracelet was destroyed in the Luoling mountain forest, an extremely dull depression lingered in Xie Ziyou's heart.
Until now, when Xie Ziyou suddenly woke up from a half-dream and half-awake at night, and saw a bright moon outside the window, in a trance, he still mistakenly thought that he was still in Luoling.
When the dawn dawns and the morning dew is evaporated by the sun, a young man will break through the mist, with gentle eyes, and bring him a bowl of tender fish soup.
Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth, and said a few words in a low voice: "I really... really made you miserable!"
Although he accused him, he quietly let go of the strength he had been trying to break free, allowing the young man to hold himself in his arms, and only quietly turned his head away, unwilling to continue to look at Guan Heng awkwardly.
He had a hundred reasons to reject Guan Heng.
Integral points, family members, the separation of the predictable future, and the unfathomable changes in the offset of various world lines... But there is only one reason to accept him.
But after hesitating for several days and going around, he still made the most irrational choice.
... This is probably God's will.
Guan Heng keenly felt his lover's attitude soften.
It seems that all the sophistication and sophistication he has honed through decades of suffering are for this moment, allowing him to read the sweet little thoughts behind the embarrassing face of the boy in his arms.
In the next second, the overwhelming joy flooded him, and in an instant, the mountain roared and the tsunami submerged him, just like New Year firecrackers, sparks splashed everywhere, and the fireworks filled the sky, and the streamer jumped back and forth in his heart.
Guan Heng couldn't help but hugged Xie Ziyou tightly into his arms, put his hands on the boy's slightly sunken crescent, and wrapped his arms around his slender back, blurting out: "Youyou, you should, you promised me ! You promised me, right?"
He has always been eloquent, but he stuttered and confirmed this simple sentence over and over again.
Xie Ziyou blushed and thought, how stupid.
The protagonist, should I say you are smart or stupid
"... I didn't say anything." He raised his hand against Guan Heng's shoulder, pushed the eager young man away with force with his fingertips, and tilted his head to try to hide his cramped heartbeat and breathing, "It's too late, I have to go It's—hey, what's that?"
Xie Ziyou looked up and saw that beyond the door, the thick ink-like sky in the distance was dyed with a gorgeous red, rising like the morning glow, the stars and the moon avoiding it, the red light looked particularly strange in the silent night.
The evening wind carried a dry and hot breath and blew violently, roasting the originally lush vegetation to wilt. Xie Ziyou sniffed, keenly smelling a bit of burnt bitterness.
That direction should be...
"Is the back mountain on fire?"
How can Guan Heng care about whether the sky is popular or not.
He managed to break through You You's heart and found a breakthrough. Now let alone the back mountain is on fire, even if the world is ending or a comet hits the earth, he won't bother to look up.
"Youyou, do you agree to..."
"It's a head!"
Xie Ziyou's round eyes stared slightly, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the end of his eyes showed an ambiguous blush, and he asked in embarrassment and annoyance, "Is it time to talk about this topic now?"
"The back mountain is on fire. Those Phalaenopsis orchids were specially explained by the master-won't you go and see them?"
Guan Heng thought to himself, Phalaenopsis, is he not as important as a few flowers
Anything that disturbs his relationship with Youyou will be damned, and if Youyou doesn't give him a substantive answer, he will go to the back of the mountain and set fire to it.
Xie Ziyou didn't think so.
Firstly, Phalaenopsis is indeed precious, and secondly, there are still two days before the deadline for Guan Heng to deliver the task. Now that the back mountain is on fire, no matter how you look at it, it is aimed at Guan Heng.
Xie Ziyou glanced at the young man with hatred, turned around and ran, with a white skirt, rushing out the door.
"If you don't go, I will go."
"Youyou!"
Guan Heng had no choice but to smile wryly, so he had no choice but to follow the figure in front of him and run out.
He felt a little regretful—until the end, he still couldn't hear the words he wanted to hear from You You.
However, the night wind was blowing, and the warm air quietly spread.
The young man caught up with the flowing white figure in front, and was half a body behind. Looking at Xie Ziyou's long hair blown by the wind behind him, and his red ears illuminated by the fire, he suddenly felt relieved and felt that it didn't matter.
The seventh-level cultivator gave up floating in the air and was willing to run on the ground with him.
Isn't it a statement