Feng Ye's hair was disheveled, his body was wet, his hard chest was covered with permeable water stains, the lumpy muscles extending down from the bottom of his pants roughly ripped off by him, his childish face was full of wildness Unruly smirk, like a small beast, young but sharp.
Yan Sikong was indeed a little apprehensive, but he didn't show timidity. He just gave him a faint glance: "You can take it off if you want to, do you still need to ask me for instructions?"
With a smile on his face, Feng Ye took off his trousers slowly and threw them at Yan Sikong's feet, leaving only a pair of obscene trousers on his body.
Yan Sikong didn't pay attention to him, it was already cold in the mountains at night, now with wet clothes on his body, it was even colder to the bones, it was already difficult for him to control his teeth so as not to fight.
Feng Ye rubbed his arms: "It's really cold." He said, "You'll catch a cold if you don't take off your clothes."
"Your misfortune." Yan Sikong folded his arms, his face turning blue.
Feng Ye gathered up a ball of dry grass, found two stones, rubbed it hard for a long time, finally wiped out sparks, and ignited the dry grass smoothly.
"Come and roast it." Feng Ye urged.
Yan Sikong moved over, hung his hands beside the fire, finally felt the slightest warmth, and his qi and blood became more active.
"Don't take off your clothes yet, do you really want to get sick?" Feng Ye joked, "Are you afraid of taking off your clothes in front of me?"
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's frowning look, and laughed, "I don't think you have grown up at all." He said, taking off the cold clothes that cling to his skin one by one.
Feng Ye said in disbelief, "Would you like to see if I've grown up?" He put his hand on the underwear.
Yan Sikong threw the wet clothes at him.
Feng Ye laughed.
After Yan Sikong finished undressing, he found wooden sticks and wanted to set up a rack to dry clothes.
Feng Ye didn't move, just admiring Yan Sikong's slender body under the dim light of the fire. His thin torso was covered with just the right muscles, without an inch of excess. His bare, fair skin was like a valuable gold coin. Jade, warm and smooth.
Even with his back on his back, Yan Sikong could still feel Feng Ye's eyes that were stalking his prey. He was so awkward that he had goosebumps, so he pretended not to know, hung up his clothes, and said casually: "Hang up your clothes." Get up, do this quickly."
Feng Ye gave a low "um", his voice became hoarse, and suddenly lost the joy he had just now.
After drying the clothes, the two sat around the fire, watching the pattering rain outside the cave, speechless for a moment.
Fenghun is still licking its fur continuously, as if that is the whole of its life, Yan Sikong hopes that Fenghun can come over at this time, and relieve the suffocating silence.
After a long while, Feng Ye said, "You must be cold."
"It's not cold." Yan Sikong said, "There's a fire, it's very warm."
"Your voice is shaking."
"..."
Feng Ye got up suddenly, walked towards Yan Sikong with a cat waist.
Yan Sikong felt his scalp go numb for a while, and his whole body tensed up. He said in a deep voice, "Fengye, I don't..."
Before he finished speaking, a pair of powerful arms hugged him from behind, and his back was pressed against a hot, thick chest. At that moment, he felt that the frozen blood in his body started to flow again. But he still struggled quickly: "Feng Ye, stop making trouble!"
"Don't move." Feng Ye pressed his ear and warned in a low voice, "I'm just holding you, if you dare to move, it will be more than that."
Yan Sikong froze.
Feng Ye tightened his arms, his soft lips gently rubbed against Yan Sikong's earlobe, and said softly, "Is it warm?"
Yan Sikong shuddered unceasingly, although it was not very cold, but this kind of intimacy made him more uncomfortable than the cold itself.
"You're so pretty." Feng Ye said softly, "You're even prettier than when you were a child."
Yan Sikong pondered for a moment: "If you like good skins, there is an annex in the capital, which..."
"Shut up." Feng Ye said, "If you say it again, I will punish you."
Yan Sikong fell silent.
"I only want you." Feng Ye said firmly.
"...Why?" Yan Sikong couldn't figure out where Feng Ye's thoughts came from.
"Because you are Sikong."
"You and I only got together for a short month when we were children."
"So what, you were my only friend when I was young, but you..." Feng Ye muffled, "But you have to go through those..."
Yan Sikong smiled faintly: "Are you merciful to me? This kind of merciful way is really shocking."
"I love you dearly." Feng Ye said softly, "From the moment I saw you again, I wanted to bring you under my shadow, so that no one would hurt you again."
The sentence "I love you" made Yan Sikong's chest tremble, and his eyes revealed some confusion. In this world, no one treats him like this. No matter how hard his heart is, it is impossible for him to be untouched .
His lips moved, and he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say. After a long silence, he murmured: "Thank you."
The two hugged each other quietly like this, absorbing each other's body temperature through their naked bodies, Yan Sikong fell asleep unknowingly in that reassuring warmth.
It seems that only by Feng Ye's side can he dare to fall asleep so undefended, and he often wakes up until dawn without nightmares.
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When it was about to dawn, they heard shouts from outside, and they woke up suddenly. Feng Hun stood up more vigilantly than them, and looked outside the cave.
Yan Sikong opened his eyes, his eyes were facing a deep collarbone, he quickly woke up and struggled to get up.
"It's from the villa." Feng Ye had already woken up, pricked up his ears to recognize him, and held Yan Sikong firmly in his arms.
When Yan Sikong heard this, he struggled even more: "That's not enough to get up."
Feng Ye smiled narrowly: "What are you doing? I'm not afraid of them seeing it."
"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's wrist and used 100% of his strength to break it away. He was worried that Feng Ye would be rebellious. If people saw this unseemly picture, he still wanted his reputation. .
Feng Ye was quite surprised: "Yo, you have a lot of strength." He let go of his hands, stretched his waist contentedly, and still teased, "I didn't feel comfortable sleeping on the mat in the past, probably because I hugged you. You."
Yan Sikong ignored him, got up and looked at the clothes, after a whole night of roasting, it was indeed completely dry, he grabbed Feng Ye's clothes and threw them to him, and quickly put on his own.
Feng Ye was not in a hurry to wear it, looking at Yan Sikong's bare, snow-white back, a head of black hair was messily scattered on it, and the ridge line was slightly floating under the skin, faintly visible, it was indescribably alluring.
Feng Ye licked his lips, his eyes showed an undisguised predatory nature.
It wasn't until Yan Sikong got dressed that he followed suit.
The two extinguished the fire and walked out of the cave, only to see people from the villa looking for them all over the mountain with lanterns.
Feng Ye touched Feng Hun: "Hun'er, let's go, we're going back to the villa."
Feng Hun rubbed his cheek, turned and ran away.
When the people in the villa saw them, they all knelt on the ground and trembled, pleading guilty to Fengye non-stop.
Feng Yeman said indifferently: "I don't blame you for this matter, get up and take us back."
"Thank you, son, for your generosity!"
Yan Sikong not only recalled the scene when Feng Jianping forgave him back then, the father and son never wanted to make things difficult for others, and they had always been rewarded and punished clearly. It was not without reason that the Feng family army was loyal to them.
A group of people led Feng Ye and Yan Sikong with lanterns. It was just dawn at this time, and the ground was muddy and slippery, making it difficult to walk.
Suddenly, Feng Ye stopped, and before everyone could react, he grabbed a lantern from a servant and threw it into the distant forest.
Before the lantern landed, a black shadow flashed past in the forest.
Feng Ye kicked his feet, and shot out like an arrow, chasing after the black shadow.
When everyone came back to their senses, Feng Ye had disappeared into the woods.
Yan Sikong was secretly startled, Feng Ye's kung fu might be deeper than he imagined. Without thinking too much, he followed suit.
"My lord, Master Yan!" Everyone had no choice but to follow.
After chasing him not far, Yan Sikong saw Feng Ye, he was fighting with a man in black, when he ran up to him, the man in black had already been pinned to the ground by Feng Ye, his facial features were deep and rough, Unlike Central Plains people.
Before Yan Sikong had time to ask, Feng Ye suddenly grabbed the man's chin and broke it hard, only to hear a click, the man's chin was removed by Feng Ye!
Pale yellow saliva dripped from his closed mouth.
Yan Sikong secretly applauded the danger, one more flick of the finger, the poisonous juice flowed into the esophagus, and the man committed suicide successfully.
"This is not from the Central Plains." Yan Sikong said.
Feng Ye let out a "hmm": "Wala Scout."
Yan Sikong couldn't see Feng Ye's face clearly, but there was a chill in that voice.
The Nawara stared at Feng Ye viciously, and spat forcefully.
Feng Ye picked him up from the ground: "Send him to the camp for interrogation."
But the man suddenly punched Feng Ye, Feng Ye turned his head, grabbed his arm with one hand, went around his back, grabbed his other arm with the other hand, and then stepped on the man's vest , Twist his arms backwards, and kick his long legs forward.
Only two clicks were heard, accompanied by the man's miserable screams, instantly penetrated the dark woods, startling countless flying birds.
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye steadily, breathing cautiously. Feng Ye's expression was condensed, exuding a terrifying hostility all over his body, his eyes seemed to be glowing green and cold, he grabbed the two broken arms, but he never moved his eyebrows, it was so cold Creepy.
The arrogant and unruly Feng Ye in the spring hunting field, the childish and domineering but gentle Feng Ye, and the Rakshasa-like ferocious Feng Ye in front of him, which one is the real him? Or, these are all him, and it depends on who can inspire which side of him.
Yan Sikong felt his hair stand on end.
Feng Ye said to the attendants who were chasing him: "Take this Oirat scout to the Jingshan Camp and hand it over to General Zhao."
"yes!"
Feng Ye rubbed the mud on his hands against the tree, turned around, and had already returned to normal: "Wala would send some spies to sneak into the Central Plains from time to time to inquire about our military situation. It's his bad luck that he hit me on the head."
Yan Sikong nodded: "We have also captured Jin Ren's scouts before."
Feng Ye's eyes darkened, and he said ruthlessly: "With my Feng family here, no one can get involved in the Central Plains."
Yan Sikong felt sad, in his eyes, no matter how cruel the foreign enemies are, they can't ruin this great country more than the faint king and treacherous sycophants.