Bastard, asshole, big asshole-

Xue Wen drenched Yan Murong's scolding in her heart, but the words were really monotonous and boring, and after thinking about it for a long time, she could only come up with the word bastard.

How can there be such a superb man in this world? Doesn't he know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all?

Thinking about it, Xue Wen unconsciously touched her smooth jade cheeks, thinking, she is not ugly, why is this man so puzzled?

Seeing Yan Murong lying on the bed and posing in big letters, Xue Wen sat on the chair angrily, holding the book in her hand and flipping through it, with a posture that did not allow Yan Murong to sleep peacefully.

"Eldest sister, are you going to read a book or are you going to tear it up? What are you doing with such a big move? Yan Murong rolled up from the bed, looked at Xue Wen who was sitting on the chair pouting and flipping through the book, and said. Come, give you the bed, and I'll just sit down. ”

"Not unusual." Xue Wen was still pouting, and Yan Murong, who looked like an angry little daughter-in-law, wanted to laugh.

"You really don't sleep?"

"Don't sleep."

"Alright then, I'm asleep."

With that, Yan Murong lay down again and continued to pose for him.

"You-"

The roots of Xue Minqi's teeth are itchy, how can this man be like this? If you refuse, won't you persuade you again? - No, you can persuade me a little more. Even if you persuade me again, I will agree.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, so she put the book on the table, stood up, walked directly to the bed, took off her coat and high heels, and squeezed into the bed.

"Hey, move inside."

"Don't you sleep?" Yan Murong asked as he moved his body inside.

"This is my home, this is my bed, I can do whatever I want."

Although it was literally tough, there was a hint of tremor in his tone. She regretted it a little, she had climbed into bed in a moment of anger, and when she got into bed, she felt that she had been too reckless—it was the first time she had lived twenty-seven years and had fallen in bed with a man.

"Then you go to sleep, I'll go read a book."

Xue Wen's bed was so small that Yan Murong was so squeezed that she was almost stuck to the wall, so she had to sit up and prepare to turn over and go to the ground.

"Y-you sleep."

Seeing Yan Murong get up, Xue Wen suddenly grabbed him, and his body moved to the side, leaving some space for him, but his voice trembled violently.

How could I say such a thing?

As soon as the words came out, Xue Wen's face turned red, and she only felt that the roots of her ears were hot, and her chest was beating hard, and she couldn't understand why her always conservative self would make such a thing as leaving a man to share a bed with her—even though everyone was wearing clothes.

"What did you say?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and asked with some uncertainty.

"I—I said, sleep here." Xue Wen said, but her voice was getting smaller and smaller, if it weren't for Yan Murong's hearing was not bad, it was estimated that she wouldn't even be able to hear a word clearly.

"Well, since you've said it all, I'm embarrassed to refuse your kindness." Yan Murong grinned, then retracted and lay down.

"Y-you go down to the ground and turn off the lights."

"It doesn't have to be that troublesome." Yan Murong didn't raise his head, and with a wave of his hand, a silver light suddenly flashed, and then, the entire room fell into darkness and silence, except for some animal sounds outside the window from time to time, there was only the sound of two people breathing. It's just that Xue Wen's breathing is terribly short, like running a long distance for several kilometers.

"Y-are you asleep?" Listening to Yan Murong's even breathing, Xue Wen asked in a low voice. She didn't feel sleepy at all now, or rather, she was really worried about what Yan Murong would do to her if she fell asleep. So, I simply found an excuse to talk to him.

"I've only been lying down for thirty seconds, and I didn't even give me sweat medicine so quickly." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Shall we have a chat?" Xue Wen asked angrily.

"Chat? What to talk about? ”

"I don't know."

"Then go to sleep."

"I can't sleep, why don't you tell me a story?"

"Storytelling?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly, at noon, the second uncle also said that he would never be a speaker in his life, but now it is good, this woman will let herself tell her stories.

"What's wrong? Don't you know how to tell a story? Hearing Yan Murong's wry laughter, Xue Wen asked suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, but my eloquence is really not good." Yan Murong said. "But if you want to hear it, I'll tell you a story."

"Ahem -- this is a true story." Yan Murong cleared his throat and made a low opening remark first.

"Wait." Shellen immediately interrupted. "Can you not use this tone, why does it sound like a ghost story?"

"Okay." Yan Murong responded, pondered for a long time, and then said again. "Actually, the story is about a wolf and a man -- I used to hear the old man tell me when I was in the mountains. He said that there was a hunter in our village, once when he went up to the mountains to hunt, he killed a female wolf, and after digging out the wolf's den, he found that there were five newborn wolf cubs, and the hunter couldn't kill the wolf cubs, so he took the five wolf cubs back to his home and raised them, but four of them died not long after, and the remaining hunter kept it more and more carefully, built a comfortable nest for it, and fed it with goat's milk that his family was usually reluctant to drink. ”

"And then?" Xue Wen asked.

Later, the little wolf grew up under the careful care of the hunter, and as the little wolf grew up, the hunter found that the wolf's ears and mouth were getting sharper and sharper, and there was a special light in his eyes when looking at him. Until one day, when the hunter was squatting on the ground in the yard to chop wood, he felt that someone was tapping him on the shoulder, and as soon as he turned around, the wolf pounced on him and bit off his neck. ”

"How so?" Xue Wen's tone was full of disbelief. "The hunter is so good to it, why does it bite the hunter to death?"

"Woman." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You women, you're just too emotional."

"Am I wrong?" Xue Wen asked rhetorically. "Even if it's a wolf, it can't take revenge on its savior, right?"

"Ever heard of the idiom "Raising tigers for trouble?" Yan Murong said. "In fact, raising a tiger is not necessarily a hidden danger, raising a wolf is the biggest hidden danger - the wolf is always a wolf, even if it is a canine, but it is not a dog after all, its wildness is innate, that is, the so-called heredity - the wolf is not ripe, let alone a wolf that grows with hatred."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Xue Wen was silent for a long time before asking softly. "Are you a wolf?"

"Me?" Yan Murong smiled. "Some people call me mad dog, but I feel that I am a wolf, a mad wolf - whoever bites me, I will do everything I can to bite back."