Ling Shang told Ye Mushen the importance of self-knowledge.

Ye Mushen propped his hands on Ling Shang's Zen-like sandalwood candlestick, tilted his head back, leaned on Ling Shang's shoulder, and gasped in distraction.

He has been enjoying the posture of facing back to Ling Shang lately.

Because in this way, you don't have to be affected by the visual impact of the beauty's beauty......

If well controlled, nosebleeds can be spared.

Ling Shang also liked to avoid Ye Mushen's gaze.

Even those who are good at camouflage and restraint will return to themselves at the critical point of being consumed by desire.

The bottom of his purple mist eyes was the chill that had been accumulated for seven years, and the resentment that had been stored for thirteen years.

It should never be seen by Ah Sen.

Ling Shang couldn't bear to be too cruel to Ye Mushen after all, and let him go before he could bear it anymore.

It's kind of letting yourself go.

Ling Shang, who had a poignant ink lotus blooming behind him, lost his heart seven years ago.

But thirteen years later, I saw Ye Mu ginseng again......

The hollow heart seems to be beating again.

The original seamless plan seems to have started to go off the rails after encountering this inexplicable guy.

And so on...... I'm afraid I'm going crazy.

After the ecstasy and bone-crushing pleasure, Ling Shang did not let go of the night ginseng.

At this time, Ling Shang was always habitually silent.

Night ginseng is habitually uneasy to feel weightless.

If he could live in such a comfortable way forever, then Ye Mu Shen would have accepted this fate like a prisoner.

Idle, carefree, all the troubles of the world have nothing to do with him.

There is no dust on the body. There is a good business.

Very good.

But there will be an end to these days.

Teach him how to enjoy this unreal comfort with peace of mind?

Late at night, Ye Mu Shen slept soundly on Ling Shang's arm.

Ling Shang snapped his fingers and woke him up.

"What's wrong?" Ye Mushen rubbed his eyes in a daze.

"Nothing. I want to hear you talk. Ling Shang's dark eyes were as bright as stars in the dark night.

"Hmm......" Ye Mushen gently brushed Ling Shang's hair scattered on his forehead behind his ears, "Do you have something on your mind?" ”

"......" Ling Shang was speechless, learning the movements of Ye Mu Ginseng unfamiliarly, as if caressing his eyebrow line gently.

Ye Mushen couldn't help but be overjoyed, and rubbed it into Ling Shang's arms again.

Ling Shang withdrew the hand that caressed his forehead, his white face looked lonely in the dark night, and he wanted to be close but couldn't, and he couldn't bear it.

"Hey, you don't say a word, I'm talking to myself, it's too stupid." Ye Mushen sighed lightly.

"Not stupid."

"Forget it, stupid is stupid." Ye Mu smiled and said, "You can listen to me until dawn." ”

Ling Shang's breathing suddenly stopped.

Thirteen years have passed, and Ah Shen seems to be ...... It's even more stupid.

Ling Shang and Ye Mu Shen were slightly separated from each other.

The unintentional emotion of the tsundere hall master taught him to faintly ignite a fire in his belly.

Instead of listening to Ye Mushen talk to himself until dawn, it is better to ......

Listen to him pant until dawn, and then beg for mercy until the sun is three poles.

However, the cold and arrogant Ling Shang would not allow himself to be such a beast.

He returned to his original heart - he couldn't sleep late at night, so he naturally had something on his mind.

Matters in the heart are naturally related to the person around you.

"Talking to oneself is a technical job." Ye Mushen rolled his eyes, "It's also a blessing for you to meet me." I can't do anything else but talk, hehe......"

The Tsundere Hall Master smiled, "It's not me who brags, the bulls I brag about can fly into the sky." ”

Ling Shang nodded lightly in silence to show his agreement.

"You should know everything about me," Ye Mushen fumbled for a while and held Ling Shang's hand, "Then let's talk about Brother Jing." ”