Mu Jingyuan’s heart was broken with pain tonight. I don’t know how many times. At this moment, when I heard this, watching the little guy he had guarded since childhood showed such a pleased expression, I felt my whole heart smashed to the ground again. .
He carefully brought his little guy into his arms, kissed the top of his hair lightly, and sighed: "Yes, I will save you. From now on, I will never be angry with you, as long as I'm still alive, so I will never let anyone hurt you a vellus hair."
Bai Yihan chuckled, closed his eyes and tightly hugged Mu Jingyuan's thin waist, and whispered: "I know, I am dreaming. If I want to sleep longer, you can stay with me more. It's a while..."
Mu Jingyuan’s heart and liver trembled like jelly. He firmly hugged his boy, as if to rub him into his own bones and blood, and his low voice was like an oath: "Go to sleep, wake up, I too I won’t go, as long as you want, I will always be with you."
Bai Yihan was tired of tossing, and gradually fell asleep in this embrace that made him feel at ease.
Mu Jingyuan kept his original posture motionless, waiting for the person in his arms to fall asleep, then carefully lifted him up sideways and gently put him on the big bed.
He turned to find a set of pajamas in the closet, and changed him as carefully as possible. During the change, he didn't dare to look at Bai Yihan's white body, and tried not to touch his smooth skin with his hands.
He found that the self-control he had always been proud of disappeared without a trace in front of Bai Yihan, let alone seeing him naked, just looking at his slightly opened rose-colored lips. Feeling angry, he was thankful that the little guy didn't let him take a bath just now, otherwise he didn't know what would happen.
When the clothes were changed, Mu Jingyuan was already sweating profusely. He stretched out his hand and brushed the broken hair on Bai Yihan’s forehead. He stood in front of the bed, staring at his sleeping face in a daze, his thoughts tumbling, fiercely. He pinched the palm of his hand, resisting the urge to bend over and kiss him, and turned to the door cruelly, and stopped when he put his hand on the doorknob, and then he promised the little guy to stay with him, how could he fall asleep? Left
He sighed and turned around, sat down on the chair by the table, rubbed his sore temples with two fingers, what happened in succession tonight made him respond well, and the changes that happened to the little guy made him angry. Distressed again, he didn't know what happened, why he only left for half a month, his little prince changed.
A gloomy storm is rolling in his eyes. If someone is making a ghost, then he better pray that he will never let himself find out. Once he knows, he Mu Jingyuan will never die with him!
He looked back at the poor little bag bulging on the big bed, sighed heavily, and there was nowhere to resolve the boredom in his heart. He reached out and grabbed the wine bottle on the table and filled it with a breath.
Time slowly flowed, and the wine bottle on the table gradually emptied. Mu Jingyuan was holding his forehead with his hand, and his mind was so messy that he didn't know what he was thinking. At this moment, he heard the people on the big bed move and thought about it. Go and check.
As soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy, and he gave a wry smile. It seemed that he really couldn't drink this boring wine. Drink once and get drunk.
The little guy on his anxious bed, before the dizziness dissipated, he hurriedly walked to the side of the big bed, stumbled to the side of the bed, listening to the little guy's restless murmur, he leaned over and listened carefully. To the restroom.
Mu Jingyuan couldn't laugh or cry. He shook his head, opened the quilt, and carefully hugged Bai Yihan up with his hand. When he went to the bathroom, he reluctantly held the little guy who refused to open his eyes with one hand, and helped him with one hand. Trousers, calmly, holding Xiao Xiaohan carefully, whistling lightly in his mouth, coaxing him to solve physical problems.