Gui Yuxi always thought that the beautiful man in Jun Moyan's mouth was that he stripped naked and posed in a very sexy pose for himself to admire, or he was lying on the bed, covering half and half for himself to admire.

Who knew that the way she admired beautiful men was so different.

Night.

Jun Moyan threw her a straw mat, arrogant and cold, and the faint yellow candlelight could not melt this iceberg beautiful man: "Although the three-day probationary period has passed, don't be pampered, this king will continue to evaluate you." ”

Gui Yuxi laid out the straw mat.

The vigil is also one of the assessments.

Uncle's courage is so small, and he has to be guarded when he sleeps.

complained in his heart, and his mouth was sweet: "Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely let you sleep peacefully, not a single mosquito will fly in......"

Buzzing.

Syllable.

Gui Yuxi was slightly embarrassed, two paws slapped a mosquito to death, and smiled at Shangjun Moyan's dark eyes: "Look, even if I fly in, I will kill it as soon as possible, and I won't let it encroach on Uncle's domain." ”

Jun Moyan said a wordy sentence coldly, dropped the curtain, and fell asleep.

The night looked very unstable on the surface, but in fact it was not stable at all.

Jun Moyan, who has always slept lightly, heard the sound of the little melon turning over and the sound of talking in a dream.

He opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head, turned his head through the curtain to look at Gui Yuxi, who was sleeping crookedly, and sighed lightly: Who is keeping vigil for whom.

He lifted the curtain and walked barefoot towards the little melon.

Houjun Moyan wondered why he was light-hearted, why did he worry about waking up Xiao Mian Melon.

Shouldn't he have splashed a glass of cold water on the little noodle melon?

That's the right way to open it.

However, he didn't splash her with cold water.

Because he gave himself a very bad excuse, that is, if he was sick, who would serve him?

She also had to spend money on medicine, spend money on treatment, and hire people to serve her.

More than you lose.

He wouldn't let her get her wish.

In the end, Jun Moyan chose a rough way.

With his broad palm, he woke up the little noodle melon.

He couldn't imagine why the little noodle melon was so dead when he slept.

He couldn't wake up at all.

Not only did he not wake up, but he put himself in it.

The little melon didn't know what he dreamed of.

She hugged Jun Moyan's arm, rubbed her slippery face around, and muttered a mother's kiss.

Jun Moyan was stunned.

Does he smell like a mother?

"Mother, the ground is so hard, why do you want me to sleep on such a hard bed?"

"Mother, it's so cold on the ground."

It's all complaining.

By the moonlight, Jun Moyan saw her curled up on the ground like a small shrimp.

He felt compassion.

Well, the king of Yuanbei, who has always been decisive in killing, has compassion.

He picked up the little melon and walked straight to his bed.

Then he put her down, and thought of lying down together.

A phrase popped up in my head: male. Male imparting is transformed. State.

Men and women sleep together because they are not intimate.

Men sleeping with men on cliffs are perverted.

He doesn't plan to emulate Emperor Wai, and Xiao Mian Gua is not Dong Xian.

After turning around and taking a sip of water, Jun Moyan was sleepy, he sat on the chair of the desk, and turned out the bracelet from the drawer.

This bracelet is for Yu Xi.

I don't know what it's made of.

Like jade, but like the bones of some animal, and a bit like stone, the shape is also very special, as if two hearts are huddled together to warm each other, glowing a faint silvery-white in the moonlight.