This time, no matter how Mo Hancheng coaxed, Yan Zhuo didn't say a word, just stared at Mo Hancheng, and Mo Hancheng was furious.

"Little monster, how can I not get angry?"

Yan Zhuo: "......"

"Would you like to buy you something to eat? I buy you whatever you want to eat. ”

Yan Zhuo: "......"

"Buying you a room full of stuffed bunnies?"

Yan Zhuo: "......."

In the end, when it was time to take a bath and go to bed, Yan Zhuo didn't say a word, obviously not coaxed.

Mo Hancheng looked at a certain one lying beside him with his eyes closed, sighed helplessly, lowered his head and approached, lightly dropped a kiss on Yan Zhuo's forehead, and said in a low voice: "Good night, have a good dream." ”

Then turned off the lights and went to sleep, Mo Hancheng thought, when he wakes up tomorrow, he should be fine, right?

Not long after he fell asleep, the person in his arms opened his eyes, looked up and glanced at Mo Hancheng silently, his fingers touched Mo Hancheng's bandaged arm, and a trace of black gas came out of his fingertips, wrapped around his arm, and finally disappeared into Mo Hancheng's body.

In his sleep, Mo Hancheng had a dream of soaking in a hot spring by himself, this dream was comfortable, he had never soaked in such a warm hot spring.

Yan Zhi saw that it was almost over, so he withdrew his hand, and Mo Hancheng's forehead, which was originally stained with water, had some whitish wounds, but in a short period of time, it had already formed a scar.

It's a pity that Mo Hancheng doesn't know all this now.

Yan Zhuo found a comfortable position in Mo Hancheng's arms, and then closed his eyes and slept.

habitually buried his head in Mo Hancheng's neck, smelled the familiar light fragrance, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Hancheng got up in the morning, used to being light-handed, did not wake up the people around him, and gently lifted the arms and legs on his body and put them away, Mo Hancheng got up and tiptoed to the bathroom.

I didn't pay attention when I first got up, but when I was washing, I saw that the wound on my forehead in the mirror was scabbed, Mo Hancheng twisted his eyebrows, opened his hair and took a closer look.

Yesterday, the wound that looked relatively deep, soaked in water has been whitened, and there is no medicine, I thought it would be a little more serious today, but unexpectedly, it scabbed overnight.

Is his repair ability so strong?

He remembered that such a wound used to take two or three days to scab over, and he couldn't come to a conclusion, Mo Hancheng didn't bother anymore, anyway, it's a good thing for the wound to scab, there's nothing to worry about.

When he was shaving, the door of the bathroom was suddenly opened, Yan Zhuo walked in in a daze with his eyes half-open, saw the tall figure in front of the washstand, staggered over, and when Mo Hancheng thought that Yan Zhuo was going to wash, a certain one suddenly stretched out his hands, hugged Mo Hancheng's waist from behind, rubbed habitually, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

Mo Hancheng, who was suddenly hugged and stiffened his limbs in fright: "......"

...... What's going on now?

So, the little monster woke up in a daze, saw that he was not around, ran over to find him, hugged him and continued to sleep??

Mo Hancheng looked through the mirror and saw the little fluffy head buried behind him, very speechless, and quickly washed the foam off his mouth with a very light movement, dried his hands, and then broke the hand around his waist and turned around: "When you get up, ......"

Before I finished washing, I saw Yan Zhuo's closed eyes, long eyelashes casting shadows on the eyelids, it must be uncomfortable to sleep standing up, the eyebrows were slightly twisted, the breath was long, and the performance of falling asleep was performed.

Mo Hancheng: "......."

Helpless, only to accept the fate of the person back to the bed, just put down, the arms wrapped around again, very sticky, Mo Hancheng stuffed the pink rabbit next to the bed into Yan Zhuo's arms, and hugged what he wished into his arms, Yan Zhuo rubbed his head, his eyebrows stretched out, and he fell asleep again.

Mo Hancheng covered Yan Zhuo with the quilt, looked at the little face exposed outside, and the long soft black hair, the light in his eyes unconsciously softened a lot.

If this had been placed two months ago, he would never have imagined that there would be such a person in his bed, and it would be a long-haired boy who was very good-looking.

Simple, unworldly and clingy, occasionally coquettish, silent when angry, sometimes arrogant to death.

A man like a cat.

During this time, Mo Hancheng has become accustomed to the existence of little monsters, and even when he is working, he will think of this person at home.

It's a good feeling to read someone like this, and he likes it very much.