Ye Yang froze.
When he moved in, he couldn't remember that there was a little yellow/book under his pillow that could not be seen by outsiders. He was embarrassed for a while, and he didn't know how to explain it.
Now, most of the book is still pressed by his pillow. Feng Luan only saw the word Chunxiao. The book didn't show the whole picture. He could barely hide it. He pressed down on his pillow and put the The book was overwhelmed, and only then did he raise his head, smiled reluctantly at Feng Luan, and said, "I'm just, just learning!"
Feng Luan frowned: "Study?"
He looked at the word "Spring Night" on the cover of the book, and for a while, some thoughts inevitably came to his mind. Alone in the middle of the night, sleeping alone, this kind of book appeared under the pillow again, and then looked up at Ye Yang's embarrassed expression... Of course he felt that something was wrong, so he wanted to pull out the book to prove his conjecture. .
The two secretly competed against each other and wanted to take the book into their own hands. Feng Luan couldn't help but frowned and asked, "If it's just studying, why are you so worried."
Ye Yang: "I..."
Feng Luan: "Since it is learning, you should talk about what you are learning."
Ye Yang: "..."
He insisted on that book, and was distracted to make up excuses, Chunxiao... What else could Chunxiao have to do with? He was so embarrassed that he wanted to break Feng Luan's fingers off the book. After thinking about it for a while, he forced an explanation and said, "... poetry collection! This is a poetry collection! A moment is worth a thousand dollars... blah blah blah!"
What's the matter? ! Why all the content related to Chunxiao he knew had some meaning in that respect.
He was frightened to look at Feng Luan again, and indeed Feng Luan frowned, as if he felt that his behavior at the moment was very suspicious, so he pulled the book out with all his strength, Ye Yang didn't expect him to suddenly exert force, Without holding it down, Feng Luan pulled the book out abruptly.
Done.
Only these two words echoed in Ye Yang's heart, and he felt that he was really finished tonight.
Even if there is a so-called March deadline, and even if Feng Luan really abides by the rules and doesn't violate them, he still feels that something strange will happen tonight.
He couldn't help thinking of the special event mentioned by the system, and vaguely felt in his heart... This special event, shouldn't it be tonight
Feng Luan finally succeeded, snorted slightly, a little proud, and then held the book up in front of him, and when he saw the very striking five characters "Spring Night Secret Drama" on the cover of the book, he frowned, and immediately put on a few words on his face. The score is very meaningful. Before he opened the book, he glanced at Ye Yang and teased: "You... study?"
Ye Yang: "..."
Feng Luan let out a low laugh and wanted to open the book and read the contents of the book, Ye Yang was so frightened that he hurriedly pressed his hand, and hurriedly said: "Every book in the world is the same, so don't read it. Bar!"
"You can see, why can't I see it?" Feng Luan ducked back to avoid his hand, and quickly opened the spring night secret play map, he glanced at it, his expression remained unchanged, and he said solemnly, "'Poems' It's just, I am also a sloppy person, and I feel that such a beautiful scenery is suitable for poetry."
Ye Yang choked: "...Why are you so shameless!"
Feng Luan asked him back, "Didn't you read it first?"
Ye Yang: "I... I... "
There was an indescribable embarrassment in his heart. After all, this was what he called it. When Feng Luan asked, he really didn't know how to fight back, but he couldn't answer, but Feng Luan turned over two or three pages calmly, and his tone became more and more ambiguous. , said leisurely: "I see, it seems that Mr. Yun wants to teach me some 'other things' in addition to foreign languages."
He gritted his accent, and there seemed to be an indescribable ambiguity between his words, apparently deliberately teasing.
Ye Yang: "..."
In the past, when he said that he wanted to teach Feng Luan the Northeast dialect, it was purely intentional to play with Feng Luan. He really did not expect Feng Luan to use this title at this time and call him Mr. Yun.
Being called this now, not only did he not have the joy that he had when the joke was successful at the beginning, but his face turned red in an instant. He only felt the emotion/interest in it, and an indescribable sense of shame, which made him really difficult to face. To Feng Luan.
It's not that he hasn't made funny jokes with people before, and he's such an adult again. Of course he knows everything he should know. At that time, he wasn't embarrassed like this. Maybe it was because the object was different. The presence in front of him was enough to make him a little uneasy, not to mention Feng Luan was still holding the book in his hand.
Feng Luan focused on flipping through the book, then stopped at one page, and read out the comments on the side, word by word, saying: "Jade fingers with plain arms, slender waist and snow skin, intertwined with clouds and rain, go to Wushan together— "
Ye Yang rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "Just look at it if you want, what do you do when you read it?"
Feng Luan let out a low laugh, leaned on the bed, raised his eyebrows to look at him, and asked, "Does Mr. Yun want to learn to entangle clouds and rain, or to learn to go to Wushan together?"
Ye Yang: "..."
Ye Yang really didn't want to look at him, and he didn't want to continue to face all the things in front of him. He simply pulled the quilt to cover his head, and even turned his back to look inside the bed, only turned his back to Feng Luan, thinking that he couldn't see his heart. Don't worry, it's a big deal as if I didn't hear anything, and I kept questioning myself in my heart, Ye Yang, you've changed, you used to be someone who could drive by mouth! Why did it start to be cowardly at this time? !
He lay down for a while, there was almost no movement behind him, only the occasional sound of flipping a book could be heard, Feng Luan seemed to be really reading the book, Ye Yang lay down for a while, and suddenly realized something.
Wait, if this dog emperor has never been lucky enough to be a concubine... He probably has no experience, right
In ancient times, there weren't any rich resources for novels and animations, not even physiology classes. If he remembered correctly, in ancient times there was even a saying of pressing the bottom of the box, teaching on the wedding night, this dog emperor would not really be reading a book. study, right? !
No, there are still maids in the big family. Feng Luan is an emperor anyway, and there are three beautiful concubines in the harem. He can't know everything, right
Ye Yang hesitated for a while, and finally turned over carefully and sat up, looking back.
As expected, Feng Luan was still reading the "Spring Night Secret Drama", his expression remained the same, as if he was just seeing a boring pastime. Anyway, Ye Yang didn't talk to him, so he just flipped a few pages.
But-
Ye Yang looked at the tips of his slightly flushed ears and fell silent.
No way, right? How could this dog emperor be more innocent than him
He turned around and just happened to startle Feng Luan, Feng Luan managed to keep his composure, looked up at him, never admit defeat, and said, "Mr. "
Ye Yang: "... each other, the emperor is not bad."
Feng Luan coughed and said, "I'm just bored for entertainment. There is no need to study such trivial matters."
Ye Yang: "..."
Ye Yang couldn't take it anymore.
Feng Luan looks like a pure and innocent little virgin who is single from the mother's womb, and his ears are red when he sees an abstract picture of a spring night secret drama. In the past, he didn't look like this when he teased himself. Ye Yang couldn't help frowning. earnestly recalled.
When he was kissed by Feng Luan, he was very flustered. Naturally, he didn't think much about anything, nor did he pay attention to whether Feng Luan was familiar with him when he was intimate, but now that I think about it, Feng Luan seemed to be a little hesitant when they kissed him for the first time, as if he didn't know what to do. In the end is not correct.
and many more.
Wouldn't that be the first kiss of the dog emperor
Ye Yang was stunned.
Not to mention an emperor, there are few young masters from big families who can guard their bodies like jade, right? He was in a complicated mood, and when he looked at Feng Luan, he was still stubborn, and some strange emotions arose in his heart. He couldn't help but think about what kind of virtue and what he was capable of, and how could Feng Luan like him so much.
Ye Yang looked at Feng Luan, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "You come to tease me, why are you still shy."
Feng Luan refused to admit it, and said, "I am shy? It's just Chun/Gong Tu, how could I be shy."
Ye Yang clicked his tongue lightly, and he seemed to have regained his courage to drive shamelessly in the past, and said without hesitation, "Your Majesty, there have been so many emperors through the ages, you are definitely the first in terms of innocence."
Feng Luan was annoyed: "I—"
He just said a word, Ye Yang had already covered his mouth, and seemed to use a little more strength, Feng Luan's back hit the bedpost, he didn't expect Ye Yang's abrupt action, and he didn't know why, but he Knowing that Ye Yang wouldn't hurt him, he didn't move, listening to Ye Yang go down.
"Isn't the emperor well aware of what I want to do?" Ye Yang said in a low voice, "Let's talk about so much nonsense, it will take a lot of effort."
After he finished saying this, he leaned forward and kissed the back of his hand covering Feng Luan's hand. The tip of their noses touched, Feng Luan's eyes widened, and he wanted to free Ye Yang's hand. Yang, however, pinched him and pushed him back.
He was so close to Feng Luan that the long eyelashes were clearly visible. He paused again and said, "You are afraid of being sick."
He kissed lightly on the back of his hand again. Except for the tip of the nose and Ye Yang's palm that they touched inadvertently, there seemed to be no extra contact between the two, but Feng Luan felt inexplicably hot and uncomfortable. He couldn't describe the feeling at the moment. , I just hate myself for saying something like being sick.
But the direct contact does not seem to be so ecstatic. Seeing that Ye Yang has to speak again, he seized the opportunity first. Ye Yang only felt his palm wet, and it seemed that Feng Luan licked his palm lightly. He almost got goosebumps all over, but he was only slightly startled, and for a while, it was too late to withdraw his hand.
The slight tingling was in his palm, his heartbeat almost stopped, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
Feng Luan let out a low laugh, the strength in Ye Yang's hand was much smaller, the palm was only slightly against his lips, and he whispered, his voice muffled in Xiu Ru Yulan's hand, not clear, but the words were audible.
"You are so courageous." Feng Luan laughed softly, "Only you dare to scold me like this in this world."
The breath he exhaled when he spoke was hot and humid, sprayed on Ye Yang's palm, Ye Yang was restless, and was about to withdraw his hand, but Feng Luan grabbed his wrist, took his hand away from his lips, and stroked him towards On the side of his face, he looked at Ye Yang with a smile on his face, and only Ye Yang was in his eyes.
"But I like you to be bold." Feng Luan said, "Ayang, you know—"
This sentence alone is not enough for him.
"I am pleased with you alone."