Chapter 115: The Past Before the Flower Grafting (5)
Ayan was always careful to keep a vague distance from Ye Mushen.
He listened to Ye Mu's advice, but that's all.
This kind of distance teaches people to feel at ease and steady, but it also makes people can't help but be suspicious.
Ye Mushen didn't like this distance, and even secretly annoyed by it.
Regarding his origin and experience, Ayan has always kept silent.
Ye Mushen pretended to ask twice as if nothing happened, and he was no longer bored.
The border has been chaotic for a long time, and Ye Mushen guessed in his heart that Ayan was probably no different from the other orphans that the eldest princess had taken care of.
It's just another wretched creature whose smile has been robbed of his smile by the war.
Ye Mushen no longer asked about the totem on Ayan's body.
He didn't want to see Ayan's frightened and aggrieved expression again.
He didn't want to see Ayan flee from him in a hurry.
In front of the eldest princess, Ye Mushen always racked her brains to complain about Ayan.
racked my brains, and I couldn't think of how to complain-
complaining that his face is too likable, his personality is too much to bully, and his intelligence and erudition are too enviable?
In the end, the arrogant five princes could only be coquettish: "Auntie, Ayan is so annoying!" ”
Ye Ziling's ears were about to be cocooned by this sentence, and he asked with a helpless smile, "Why does Mu Shen hate him?" Is Ayan so bad? ”
He ...... I can't tell what's wrong with it, that's why he hates it even more! Anyway, it's just annoying! ”
"Then Mousse doesn't want him to be your companion?"
"It's not good, it's not good," Ye Mushen shook his head vigorously again, "I want Ayan to accompany me." ”
Ayan stood silently aside, puffing out his mouth, his eyes shining brightly.
Before going to bed that night, Ye Ziling checked the homework of the five princes and left.
There were only two young boys left in the house.
Ye Mushen approached Ayan's face and looked into his eyes with fascination, "Ayan, why are your eyes so good-looking?" ”
Ayan was silent, lowering his eyes slightly; His eyelashes fluttered violently twice.
Ye Mushen's heart seemed to be swept by the long eyelashes.
Itchy, soft, astringent.
"Ayan Ayan." Ye Mushen blinked and called.
"How?"
"What's your last name?" Night Mu asked.
Ayan shook his head, "I don't have a surname. ”
"No way, you didn't pop out of a stone." Ye Mushen pinched Ayan's face and laughed.
Ayan frowned slightly, his eyes quickly reddened again, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Hey, really." Ye Mushen suddenly lost interest, "Why do you love red eyes more than a girl?" But I haven't seen you cry......"
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Ayan immediately came back to his senses and pulled out a fragile smile.
Ye Mushen pinched Ayan's thin cheeks, pinching the originally pale skin red and hot, "You are so annoying." ”
Ayan's indulgence of Ye Mushen seems to have no end.
His face was pinched and twisted, but he still didn't make a sound.
Ye Mushen couldn't imagine why a boy who was only three years older than him could be so forbearing.
After a while, Ye Mushen's hands were also sore; He finally let Ayan go.
This clear face is red and white on the one hand, and it is very pitiful to look at.
But there was a shallow, gentle smile on the corner of Ayan's mouth.
"Aren't you going to be angry?" Ye Mushen twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Those scholars couldn't stand my temper before. ”
Ayan shook his head, "Whatever the five princes do, Ayan won't be angry." ”
Ye Mushen was stunned, and his immature face was shrouded in a shallow layer of evil spirit.
He pressed it to Ayan's ear, exhaling a moist breath, "Then what if I let you die?" ”