Tonight, the breeze was warm, but the two gods sitting on the rooftop, each insisting on their own opinions, neither of them convinced anyone.

Not long after the stalemate, Mo You used his divine power to heat the bowl of soup in his hand that was about to be cold.

In a moment of silence, Mo You chose to skip the topic for the time being.

"Your soup is delicious."

"If you like, I can cook it for you whenever you want."

"Okay."

Mo You held the bowl and continued to drink in small sips.

The people in the room were asleep, and the gods on the roof sat quietly, silently accompanying each other.

It's easy to relax in this late-night, quiet atmosphere.

Lan Yan's long hair hanging down was tied by a blue streamer, and when the wind blew, the untied hair would be blown away.

Mo You looked at the god beside him, his gaze falling on his eyebrows.

I have to say that Lan Yan is very good-looking.

It's the kind of person who once you see it, and you won't forget it.

A pair of eyes always have a gentle smile when they look back.

Anyone who sees him like this will feel that he is a gentleman as gentle as jade.

Maybe it's the intoxicating night tonight, or maybe it's the drunkenness caused by drinking so many glasses of green plum wine.

Mo You's ghost made a difference, and reached out to touch Lan Yan's cheek.

It's soft, soft like when I was a kid.

From the moment he noticed Mo You's gaze, Lan Yan's attention was on Mo You.

It's just that he stayed still.

When he felt a flash of warm touch on his cheeks, Lan Yan sat there stiffly, speechless for a while.

He blinked his long, curled eyelashes, never daring to turn his head sideways to look at the people around him.

Her slender fingers clenched the corners of her clothes, as if she was nervous from her inadvertent move.

He didn't want to be called the respectful but rusty 'Lord God', and he didn't think it was appropriate to call 'you' or 'you' directly.

After a moment's hesitation, he called out her name, "Moyo." ”

The voice is low and the voice is tired.

No one cares anymore why the atmosphere has shifted from solemn business to full of charm.

Mo You now only had the sound of Lan Yan reading his name in his ears.

When Lan Yan was a child, Xiao Lan Yan, who was full of curiosity about everything, would pull the corner of her clothes and ask her what her name was.

After she said her name, she repeated it twice in a milky voice, and then asked again with confusion why everyone else called her the Lord God instead of her name.

Since Mo You finished explaining, Xiao Lanyan has also called himself the main god obediently and skillfully like other gods.

"Well, I'm here." Mo You's calm chin pinched Lan Yan's cheek with his fingers again.

She is particularly partial to this kind of feel, so much so that after pinching it, she can't put it down.

At this time, the originally gentle breeze seemed to be a little gentler.

Feeling another flash of touch on his cheeks, Lan Yan pursed his lips.

He coveted the temperature, but he didn't know what to say.

Just like a well-behaved and obedient child, he is rarely able to eat the candy he likes.

When a pair of light golden eyes looked over quietly, the smile on Mo You's lips widened a little.

"What's wrong?" Mo You asked for a long time.

"Nothing." Lan Yan grabbed Mo You's wrist and put her palm on her cheek, her voice revealing a bit of well-behaved and a bit reserved, "You can pinch it as you like." ”

If those high-ranking people in the Federation saw this scene in front of them, they would probably think that they were dreaming.

After all, how could the supreme leader of the Federation, who has a powerful aura and unpredictable strength, make such a move that is very inconsistent with his personality?

But that's it.

It's just that this kind of well-behaved will only appear when Mo You is there.

The temperature of the palm and the cheek were close to each other, making Mo You stunned for a moment.

This kind of touch is actually nothing, but it has made the current Lord God chaotic.

Well, the heart is beating a little fast, and the ears are a little hot.

But after Lan Yan let go of her wrist, Mo You didn't immediately withdraw his hand, but tapped his cheek with his fingers slightly.

It's an amazing feeling.

Mo You was once again uncontrollably reminded of the post he had browsed during the day.

When you choose to click on this post, you already like it. ’

Do you like it?

When you encounter an uncontrollable heartbeat, you will be happy because he is happy, and you will want to be with him all the time.

If you meet these conditions, you can think of it as a liking......

Mo You hooked his lips slightly, withdrew his palm, and gently touched his cheek with the back of his hand.

She thought, she might be really tempted.

The confinement set for himself back then no longer works.

I still remember that she said to Lan Yan that liking her was an obsession.

The young man retorted to her very stubbornly, saying that it was not an obsession.

At that time, she agreed with Lan Yan that she would only give one year.

Less than a month has passed, and her mindset has changed.

In just a few minutes, Mo You thought of a lot.

The small tree with sufficient nutrients in my heart has grown a new leaf of verdant greenery, and there is a faint posture of bearing flower bones.

"What are you thinking?" Lan Yan saw that Mo You was wandering and asked softly.

"Thinking...... "You."

Mo You paused, withdrew his hand, and straightened his expression, "I'm thinking about what to eat tomorrow morning." ”

That doesn't seem to be the right answer.

But no one will debunk.

Lan Yan paused and thought about this question seriously, "Do you like crystal shrimp dumplings?" ”

"Yes." Mo You warmed the half bowl of soup in his hand for the third time, and after drinking it at the right temperature, he stood up, "It's time to go back to sleep." ”

She calmly turned around and went back to her room to rest.

Lan Yan, who stayed behind, silently took the small bench and lowered his head to set the alarm clock for getting up to make breakfast tomorrow.

The people who have insomnia tonight, in addition to Mo You, are also cadets from the Imperial Military Academy.

This time the competition between the Federation and the Empire really gave them a big blow.

In the large group inside the Imperial Military Academy, emojis appeared one after another, but no one came out to say a word.

Crying Puppy: Ah, this is the first time my teacher has known that I lost, and he didn't say he was going to take me to shave my head, so that I didn't win a game.

Sad Little Fox: Don't talk about it, the irascible old class who will up if I win has comforted me for an afternoon today.

Depressed big hound: Woo woo, it's the first time I've met such a gentle confrontation teacher, so touched~

Tear everyone's umbrellas: how gentle the teacher is now means how strong the opponent is.

Tear up everyone's umbrella: because the teacher knows that our current strength can't beat each other at all.

Use the wind to blow away everyone's umbrellas: upstairs is really worthy of the name, tsk.

Tear everyone's umbrellas: your name is not bad either.

Use the wind to blow away everyone's umbrellas: Hahaha, I think it's good too.

Sad Little Fox: The two people upstairs are shrimp and pig hearts!

People who like scenery: I want to worship the goddess as a teacher.

Sad little fox: +1

Blow away everyone's umbrella with the wind: that's the guardian of the Federation, not the guardian of the Empire.

Tear up everyone's umbrellas: upstairs is really worthy of its name.

Use the wind to blow away everyone's umbrellas: you're quite vindictive.

Sad little fox: No matter, try it tomorrow and learn from a teacher!

People who like the view: take me.

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