"You are so old, why do you still love to act like a spoiled child and let your brother accompany you?" Yan Jue said with a smile, the doting in his eyes seemed to immerse him to death.
"Brother, listen to you, can I accompany you?" Yan Jue immediately picked up Ye Zijin and walked into the room. He gently put her on the bed, and then squeezed in. Although the bed was not too big, , but it can also sleep two people, but the distance between them is relatively small, almost being carried on the back.
"Brother, brother, are you asleep?" Ye Zijin hugged the quilt and asked in a low voice. The voice was as soft as a little cat vomiting. It was soft and like a little paw in Yan Jue's heart. Scratching.
"No, what's wrong?" Yan Jue was not a good sleeper in the first place, and now he was lying on the broad tree just for the sake of the young man. It would be difficult for him to fall asleep.
"Brother, I can't sleep. Brother, can you tell me a story?"
"Okay. Once upon a time, it was a world far away. People there respected martial arts. Whoever had a big fist could speak." Yan Jue told half-truths and half-falsehoods that he was in the world of cultivation. what happened there. Ye Zijin was fascinated by what he heard and soon fell asleep.
As soon as Ye Zijin fell asleep, Yan Jue couldn't sit still. Although he was very happy, he was still very sad. He didn't understand what was going on with Ye Zijin's eyes. For a while, they were emerald green, and after a while , turned pure black again, this is really strange, especially when the potion he gave Ye Zijin was still very large, Ye Zijin woke up inexplicably.
These strange signs made Yan Jue feel like there was an extra thorn in his heart, making him restless. He sat up and looked at Ye Zijin's sleeping face, and for a moment his heart felt as soft as a marshmallow.
He touched Ye Zijin's face lovingly: "It's all my brother's fault. He made you hurt. In this life, I swear that I will make you live happily every day and never have any worries again. Brother I swear to you."
His fingertips touched Ye Zijin's eyebrows slightly, and Ye Zijin's brows wrinkled, and then he fell asleep. Yan Jueban hugged Ye Zijin and used a small spell. Ye Zijin stopped time. Will wake up.
He gently opened Ye Yejin's pajamas, revealing his jade-white chest, which looked like pink jade. He wished that others could play with it completely, and it was most difficult to move away from him. What he looked at was that there was a little cinnabar mole on Ye Zijin's chest near his heart. I don't know if it was due to the sunlight, but it was still shining with a trace of red light.
Yan Jue's eyes darkened, and he was half-dressed. If someone were to stand here, they would be surprised, because Yan Jue also has a red mole that is exactly the same as Ye Zijin's. The size and location are exactly the same. .
Yan Jue felt the heartbeat under his hand and murmured to himself: "It's all my brother's fault. He made you feel uncomfortable."
Yan Jue would always say these words every time Ye Zijin had heartache, and then wiped the tears on Ye Zijin's face. The expression on his face was actually even more uncomfortable than Ye Zijin's, as if his heart was being tortured. Life is like being dug out. At that time, he would always hug Ye Zijin and say this, and Ye Zijin would frown and say in a funny way: "Brother doesn't need to blame himself like this, why?"
(End of chapter)