Shen Zhifan: "..."
It has to be said that Shen Zhifan's mood was quite complicated at this time.
Yan Shuo's eyelids drooped a little, he didn't look very energetic, and seemed a little unhappy. He looked at him quietly with thick ink-like eyes, and he could see that he was a little angry, but it was deeply hidden.
He was unhappy by himself, but he didn't say it, as if he was suffering from a sigh of relief.
Shen Zhifan inexplicably thought of the young children. This is what happens when he is stubborn. He is sullen when he is alone, and wishes that the whole world will come to coax him, but he does not say why he is angry.
... the kind that makes people sad.
He could only bite the bullet and take "Flower" over.
Not to mention, although it was messy, the roots were chopped neatly, at least there was no dirt left. Of course, Shen Zhifan didn't quite know if there was any dirt under this warm snow.
So although it is a mess of grass, it can even be seen from the inside that the other party is attentive.
Yan Shuo's eyes seemed to light up a little, but his lips were still tightly pursed. His appearance was extremely decent and handsome. When he was so serious, he was very majestic. Usually, few people dared to be presumptuous in front of him.
It's just that if the childishness in his eyes wasn't so strong, Shen Zhifan would be a little more afraid.
"...Thank you Huahua?"
Shen Zhifan took the flower, but the other party remained motionless, he could only try to comfort him.
"I love so much."
Yan Shuo didn't speak, kept the same professional ethics as a model when he was painting, and continued to stare at him still.
... Shen Zhifan felt powerless.
What do you want to do, male god, do you kneel down for you
Shen Zhifan tried his best to follow the child's thoughts, a flash of inspiration flashed, and then he asked, "Do you... want any reward?"
Yan Shuo's eyes lit up again.
Shen Zhifan felt that there was drama, and continued: "What reward do you want?"
Yan Shuo's eyelids drooped slightly, although his expression didn't change much, he could vaguely see that he looked around a little shyly and with a guilty conscience.
Obviously still refused to say, a look that you must guess.
Shen Zhifan: "..."
Enough is enough, can the male god stop playing dumb riddles
Shen Zhifan quickly knelt down to him.
After being shy for a while, Yan Shuo raised his frosty and childish eyes and quietly stared at him again.
Then continue motionless.
Shen Zhifan was silent for a while, and then came up with a new idea of comfort. He picked out the longest branch from a large bunch of weeds, and there was a small stamen waiting to be bloomed on it. Hua Hua, who could barely be called "Hua Hua", hesitantly handed it to Yan Shuo.
"Huahua, also for you?"
Yan Shuo looked at Hua Hua and thought about it for a while, the corner of his mouth curved, and seemed to accept it happily, but still looked at Shen Zhifan quietly.
Shen Zhifan: "..."
Still useless
Shen Zhifan felt that he was completely out of options. He didn't know what rewards the General wanted, nor what he liked most.
Besides, how old the general is now is also a mystery.
He sighed and sat reclining on the sofa. Under the sofa, a general was kneeling on one knee. The pressure was not ordinary.
"It's very sleepy, my lord, don't bother with the little ones, tell me, okay?"
he asked selflessly.
Sure enough, the other party still did not speak.
"Is your leg numb, my lord, shall I beat you?"
Yan Shuo still did not speak.
Shen Zhifan felt that he was dealing with the most shy, difficult, and stubborn child, and there was nothing he could do, but he was reluctant to let Yan Shuo kneel all the time. He really had the urge to come down and kneel with the male god.
He sighed, and in the end he could only helplessly smile and touch the general's face, looked at the other party's hesitant eyes and said in a low voice, "My general, what do you like the most?"
He also doesn't expect to get a response from the other party, so it's good to touch the other party when he doesn't know.
However, the other party finally moved. Just when Shen Zhifan was about to stretch out that hand, his palm covered it warmly and powerfully.
Shen Zhifan's heart skipped a beat.
He felt the opponent's palm covering his palm, and his fingers intertwined.
Yan Shuo's eyes were two points brighter than before, and they seemed to be two points deeper.
Shen Zhifan seemed to have forgotten to breathe for a moment.
He followed each other's eyes tightly, forgetting for a moment whether the other party was sincere or not.
He remembered the question just now.
- "My lord, what do you like the most?"
His throat moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the pair of palms that covered his palms. There were some tiny scars on his palms, and the finger pulps were rough. It must be because of years of operating the mecha.
In fact, Shen Zhifan's own palm is not at all tender, but the back of his hand is smooth, so he can feel the rough and hot palm of the other party even more.
Their fingers crossed in the same direction.
In connection with the question just now, it seemed as if there was a great answer on the horizon.
"… Huahua."
The General suddenly shouted aggrievedly again, and Shen Zhifan suddenly realized that a small amount of grass had been missed just now. He quickly regained his emotions and planned to withdraw his hand from Yan Shuo's palm. Good to pick up "Flower".
However, the other party seemed to be aware of his departure, and his palms covered Shen Zhifan's hands even harder.
Shen Zhifan was stunned, and when he looked down, he saw the other party's eyes with a hint of anger, and he was a little stupid.
But soon he didn't even have the strength to be stupid.
It was almost logical, the other party's palm covering his hand exerted a little force, and with that little force, the whole person stood up easily, and pressed straight on the sofa.
Shen Zhifan only felt a strong force, he just leaned back without any preparation, and was about to land on the soft sofa cushion.
However, the touch of the back of the head is different, a hand has been coveted there for a long time.
When Shen Zhifan's head was still dizzy, the back of his head was wrapped by the other's palm, and then his eyes widened and his pupils contracted slightly.
He kissed him tenderly and unquestioningly.
Carefully, he traced the shape of his lips at first, then bit the other's lips lightly, and finally pryed open his lips to invade in one fell swoop.
He has kissed everything about him without leaving any room, roughness or lingering, impulsiveness or restraint are all blended together.
-"you."
- "It's my favorite."