Cool, tender, cold, or charming.

Ye Ci walked past one wall after another, and there was a portrait of him who was twelve years old when he first met Xuanyuan, and there was also a portrait of him who was cold as water now.

In the most recent one, he was lying on a bed and sleeping soundly.

There is also one, a man with a half-mask, and a half-mask next to it.

Ye Ci felt that Xuanyuan was already crazy.

has completely regarded him as his life, except for drawing paper, pen and ink, and a table in the study, there is nothing left.

Oh, and there are a few vases, and the night ci opened the paper inside the vases, and the picture on them was... He and Xuanyuan obsessed.

"Ah Ci? What do you think? Isn't my drawing pretty?" Xuanyuan walked away like a night resignation, still holding a wolf hair in his hand.

Ye Ci glanced at Xuanyuan Zhi, and then snatched the wolf from Xuanyuan's hand, and added a few strokes on the desk, a lifelike, painting... It's gone.

Xuanyuan's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that this was something that Ye Ci would do, he thought that Ye Ci liked him, and he thought that Ye Ci could understand him.

So, he brought him here. Unexpectedly, this person he liked so much would ruin his paintings.

"I don't like you like this." Ye Ci put the wolf on the white paper casually, his eyes and Xuanyuan Zhi looked at each other, Xuanyuan Zhi didn't see the word sorry in it, only saw that Ye Ci didn't care about anything.

Yes, this person, he doesn't care about anything, whether he relies on people or not, he can always make people angry rationally.

Xuanyuan insisted on hitting him, but he was reluctant, and in desperation, he could only "snap" with his hand, and the desk scattered.

Brushes and white paper fell to the ground.

No one will pay attention to them, and no one will feel sorry for the things on the ground.

"Don't like me like this, don't you like it, or do I behave like this?" Xuanyuan looked sadly at the hand that had been injured by the slag of the desk, no matter how much blood flowed, no one would feel distressed.

"Ah Zhi, tell me, did you take the emperor's military power?"

"So what? Isn't it? ”

"If yes, return it to the emperor, we are still friends, if not..."

Xuanyuan Zhi suddenly looked at Ye Ci viciously, friend, it turned out that he hugged him and kissed him, he was just a friend in his mind.

... Xuanyuan was silent for a moment.

Then Xuanyuan quickly pulled in the distance from Ye Ci, and forced Ye Ci straight back, and there was only a wall left behind Ye Ci, a wall full of portraits.

Xuanyuan held one hand on the wall behind Yeci, pressed Yeci's chin with the other, lifted Yeci's chin, and forced Yeci to look at him.

Xuanyuan kissed Yeci's lips, then leaned closer to Yeci, and said slowly, "Ah Ci, are we still friends?"

After that, Xuanyuan's stormy kiss fell, Ye Ci had no experience in kissing, but he was kissed a few times by someone before and after.

But they were all gentle, Ye Ci was a little panicked, and his hand gradually grabbed the clothes on Xuanyuan's waist.

He climbed Xuanyuan, with his rough movements, he could only bear it silently, Xuanyuan kissed too crazy, and the teeth inevitably collided with each other.

All he knew now was whether he was suffocating.

The night was not suffocated, but the man was imprisoned.