"I think." The answer was crisp.

Wen Xien paused again, and continued:

"Boys are too dependent and not suitable."

Yue Ying listened to this sentence and smiled coldly.

What do you mean? Really treat him like a child?

"Why is it 'dependent'?"

"That's dependency."

Yue Ying laughed again and looked at Wen Xien. Wen Xien also looked at him, maintaining a faint indifference on his face.

He thought Wen Sheen understood.

Not sure? Unbelief? Or are you giving him a step?

Yue Ying was still pondering, Wen Xien had already gotten up, patted him on the shoulder, and walked in the direction of a bed next to him, his slender back was like a painting of ink and blue.

Yue Ying also got up, and looked at Wen Xien lying on the bed with heavy eyes and putting down the mist-colored bed curtain.

Then he stood there for a few seconds, then took off his shoes and prepared to go up.

Wen Xien heard the movement, got up silently, looked at Yue Ying quietly for a while, got up and wanted to get out of bed.

Yue Ying raised her eyebrows, got up and followed.

Wen Xien hadn't gone down yet, and when he saw that Yue Ying still wanted to follow her, he was stunned at first, and then frowned slightly.

Yue Ying looked at Wen Xien with a straight face.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment. One has a complicated look, the other insists on stubbornness.

After a while, Wen Xien turned around a little helplessly, and Yue Ying took advantage of the situation to get closer to see, so close that she almost touched Wen Xien's face. He could even feel Wen Xien's breath, and he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the other party.

"Son-in-law, don't mess around, I don't like to sleep with others."

After Wen Xien finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Yue Ying, but he was startled by the close distance between the two, and then moved to the side.

Yue Ying stared at Wen Xien for a while, confused by the faint cold fragrance for a while, and then reluctantly looked back calmly, nodded "um", but her attention was not on that sentence at all.

Wen Xien probably sensed that something was wrong, and frowned and hurriedly got up again.

Yue Ying grabbed Wen Xien's arm and said, "I'll go wherever you go." ”

Wen Xien looked at him, a little complicated and embarrassed, and then gently and solemnly, shook his head.

Yue Ying froze.

He thought Wen Sheen understood.

So he didn't know if what Wen Xien was rejecting at this time was just a matter of sleeping together, or whether he was referring to the essence of what he was thinking.

Yue Ying stared at Wen Xien, her mind was in a mess, she didn't know what to say, but her hand was still holding on to Wen Xien.

After a while, Yue Ying stumbled and said in a panic: "...... Just sleep...... Yesterday, isn't it okay?"

Wen Xien still shook his head.

Yue Ying looked at Wen Xien in a hurry, like a child at a loss.

Wen Xien looked at him, his expression softened a little, his body relaxed, and when he lowered his head, his gaze fell to a certain place, silent as if he was organizing language, how to make Yue Ying normal.

It was a serious and quiet side face.

Yue Ying just stared deeply, forgetting who he was, what he should do, what he shouldn't do.

So I didn't expect it to turn my head and kiss the past.

The soft touch on his lips instantly made Yue Ying addicted, and he didn't have time to go deeper, and the next second he was pushed out of that feeling again. My back hit the couch behind me and it hurt.

The movement was not small, Yue Ying's eyes sank instantly, and he suppressed the violence and heat in his chest.

Wen Xien walked a little farther away, put the back of his hand on his lips, and stared at Yue Ying with a frown, I don't know if it was because of anger or shock.

After a while, Wen Xien took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and moved to the side while staring at Yue Ying.

Yue Ying shouted softly, "...... Clean dust. Cautiously, he slowly approached and observed each other.

Wen Xien raised his hand and told him to stop.

Yue Ying sat back again, looking at each other helplessly.

Wen Xien slowly lowered his hand, but still looked at him with complexity and seriousness.

Yue Ying also still looked at Wen Xien, like a child who had done something wrong.

But it's not really a child.

His appearance, his height, his behavior.

The action just now is enough to make people sober.

After a while, Yue Ying leaned forward a little more, and shouted uneasily and cautiously: "Pure dust...... But Wen Xien raised his hand again to stop him.

Yue Ying sat back again.

The two of you, look at me, I look at you for a while, Wen Xien lowered his eyelashes, and the thick black shadow left a faint shadow under the pale skin.

At this moment, Yue Ying experienced the indifference and alienation that Jingchen had never felt before, as if it was his one-man show from beginning to end, and this thought made Yue Ying's face slightly distorted.

"If my son-in-law wants to rest, sleep here, I'll go out for a walk first. If you don't sleep, please go back first. ”

“…… I have nightmares when I sleep alone. "He's pathetic. But this time it's pretended.

Wen Xien was still calm, and his composure was simply indifferent:

"It's normal to have nightmares."

Yue Ying lowered her head and lowered her eyelids, but her eyes turned under cover. Then he said, "...... I didn't dare to sleep alone. ”

"You can ask someone else to accompany you."

“…… I don't like them, Jingchen, I just want you to accompany me. ”

Seeing what Wen Xien was about to say, Yue Ying couldn't help but ask earnestly, "Can't I stay here all night today?" ”

Wen Xien glanced up at him and shook his head.

"Just one night."

Still shaking his head.

After a few more stalkers, Wen Xien was still resolute. Yue Ying saw that Wen Xien had to drive him away, so she lost her patience and stared at Wen Xien with her eyebrows: "You have to let me go?" ”

Wen Xien nodded.

Yue Ying laughed:

"Why, just because I kissed you?"

This is good, Yue Ying was too lazy to pretend, and directly picked out the words, which also made Wen Xien's eyebrows and eyes more and more cold, and a layer of frost formed under his eyes.

And Wen Xien just shook his head again, his pale lips pursed tightly, as if he didn't want to talk to him more.

Yue Ying stared at Wen Xien with a mocking smile, waiting for the other party to say a flower.

After a while, Wen Xien said clearly:

"It was the poor monk who didn't pay attention to proportion, which caused the son-in-law to misunderstand. The poor monks will reflect on it and solve the misunderstanding. ”

Yue Ying was stunned, she didn't expect Wen Xien to say this.

-- I blamed all the problems on myself.

At this time, this kind of "self-sacrifice" of "carrying the black pot" made Yue Ying laugh angrily. He felt that all his emotions had been wiped out, and that it was worse than wishful thinking.

"Misunderstanding."

Yue Ying nodded and smiled.

"Well, misunderstanding."

Yue Ying repeated it again as if she had encountered a ridiculous joke. Then he smiled, grabbed Wen Xien's wrist and got up and pressed it, kissing Wen Xien again.

Wen Xien struggled to turn his head and push him away, but Yue Ying pressed the other party on the couch, stuck Wen Xien's jaw, and kissed him unceremoniously.

You must not be astringent

(End of chapter)