146 A Dream of Huangliang

Probably thinking that just blocking his eyes was not enough, he turned his back with his eyes closed, trying to forget everything he had just seen, but sometimes deliberate forgetting would make those memories clearer.

The skin that automatically appeared in his mind was like a good satin, the crystal water droplets dotted on it, and some water droplets followed the beautiful back curve of Youguo and did not enter the secrecy between the shares, and it was hot and hot all over his body, and it was not difficult for him to distinguish where this unspeakable heat came from, he didn't feel happy, he just felt that he couldn't restrain his dirty ** self was so incompetent.

He wanted to ignore all the sounds, but the sound of the rubbing of the fabric and the sound of water dripping from his hair as Yogo got dressed drilled into his ears with precision, and he couldn't avoid it, and he took it all in with a calm face.

It's not a big deal, it's not a bad idea, it's just careless.

The person who is seen by the light is more calm than the person who sees the light, and the tangled look of the expression is really making people wonder who is being looked at.

Youguo put on a single coat, his wet hair just snapped his fingers and became dry, Youguo walked towards Wu Miao with bare feet, the soles of his feet touched the ground silently, and he didn't notice until he walked behind Wu Miao, so You Guo blew a bad breath into his neck.

Wu Miao, who had calmed down, suddenly jumped away like a cat with fried hair, but the age of the crown had obviously not yet practiced quiet composure, and Youguo was so amused by Wu Miao's expression that he could barely straighten his waist.

Angry and helpless, he touched the part that had been blown by Youguo just now, and his pale face was dyed red.

"Youguo!" Wu Miao gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Here it is." Youguo replied lazily, "What are you looking for me?" โ€

After seeing that the clothes on his body were well dressed and did not reveal any parts that should not be exposed, he calmed down a little, he coughed lightly twice to relieve the embarrassment, and then said a little awkwardly: "I want to go to your study at home to read a book." โ€

Youguo knew that Wu Miao's talent for reading was good, so he nodded and responded casually, "Okay." โ€

Wait quietly for the words of Youguo.

Youguo looked at him inexplicably: "What's wrong?" โ€

Wu Miao was stunned for a moment, "Just like this?" โ€

Books are precious resources, civilians have no channels to read, and the upper class also has book knowledge firmly in their hands, not to mention borrowing books to others to read, even if there is no misery as the son of the house, when looking at the books in the house, he will be secretly ridiculed by others, "A sick man, and can't enter politics, what book to read?" โ€

This world is not fair, and Wu Miao knows this very young, so others have a healthy body that he can't hope for, and he also has a family background that others can't envy anyway.

Therefore, he was not particularly angry with the child who taunted him because of jealousy, but walked up to the child step by step with the book in his hand, indifferently instructed his subordinates to drag the child out of the place where the book was stored in the maternity house, and then pressed his head and immersed his entire face in the cold pool water over and over again.

He was even laughing when he did this, until the child was half-unconscious because of choking, and Wu Miao let him go, and said in the child's ear: "I'm just not in good health, but I can still turn you into a dead corpse." โ€

After that, the child was as terrified when he saw him as if he had seen the devil, and it was a pity that if the man's bones had been harder, he would have been glad to see the living body turn into a cold, floating corpse.

When his thoughts returned, he heard Youguo say, "Otherwise? Just reading a book. โ€

Wu Miao didn't know what he was thinking, and laughed quietly for a while, until Youguo asked him, "Are you going back?" โ€

No miserable smile retracted, and he was not very happy, frowning and asking, "Are you chasing me?" โ€

Youguo thought about a sentence in his heart, but he thought a lot, and he said to Wu Miao: "No, I just want to ask you, can you go back now." โ€

Wu Miao's original intention was just to get permission to read the book from Youguo, and when he heard this, his body seemed to be frozen here, and after a long while, he said, "Don't worry." โ€

Youguo smiled, "That's good, I'll show you something."

All right. โ€

Youguo's tone was brisk, which aroused the curiosity in Wumiao's heart very well, but he was a very mouthless person, so he suppressed curiosity and pretended to be careless and said, "What are you looking at?" โ€

Youguo stretched out his hand to Wu Miao, but Wu Miao didn't understand, but Youguo shook his hand and signaled: "Hold me." โ€

Wu Miao reached out to hold Youguo's hand, ashamed, although the ambiguity between the two people was tacit, but so far, the most outrageous thing he has done is just holding hands and sleeping obediently all night, and the rest has not done anything.

Wu Miao even suspected that Youguo's "flattery" was just that he was simply bored and wanted to find a playmate.

Compared with Wu Miao's hand, Youguo's fingers are obviously softer and slender, Youguo can't wait for Wu Miao's slow movements, and the two of them interlock their fingers on their backhands, Wu Miao only feels that his body is light, and he is on the roof in a blink of an eye.

Wu Miao, who was blown by the cold wind, could clearly see that he was stepping on the rubble under his feet, and Youguo was already happily sitting on the roof and pointing to the night sky and said, "Look, there are a lot of stars tonight." โ€

Wu Miao followed Youguo's words and looked at the night sky, as Youguo said, tonight's night sky was full of stars, and the dense twinkling starlight was woven into a long endless Milky Way.

The elegant thing of looking at the stars was common to many nobles, but it was a novelty to Wu Miao.

It's not that he hasn't looked up at the starry sky, it's just that most of the time, Wumiao is struggling with the diseases that afflict his body, and watching the starry sky is meaningless to him, and he only scoffs at it when he hears others talk about it.

If you can't see your heart, you can't feel the shock

Shake.

The starry eyes fell into Wu Miao's eyes, and his originally slightly stiff lines softened.

Youguo saw that there was no misery, so he hummed with some novelty: "Haven't you noticed it before?" โ€

Wu said lightly: "It's not as good as you are in that mood." โ€

Youguo laughed, sat next to Wu Miao and approached him, and exhaled like a land: "Then I'll show you more?" โ€

Youguo was too close, and he felt that his body was completely out of his control, obviously he hadn't done anything, but his body and soul seemed to be completely led by the people around him.

The closeness was fleeting, and Youguo looked at the night sky again, lying on the roof and putting his hands behind his head to reveal two white flowers.

Wu Miao's eyes couldn't help but spin on Youguo, and he couldn't see the starry sky that he thought was wonderful just now, and the afterglow from the corner of his eyes had completely fallen on Youguo unconsciously.

Youguo seemed to be unconscious, and slowly closed his eyes when he looked at it.

Wu Miao hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and stretched out his hand to Youguo, and when the slightly cool fingertips were about to touch Youguo's cheek by an inch, Youguo, who had been pretending to sleep just now, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

Wu Miao's fingers froze in place, and then quickly retracted.

Damn it.

Wu Miao pursed his lips and was a little sullen.

If there was a sound of laughter floating into Wumiao's ears, he looked back at Youguo and there seemed to be no expression on his face, looking at him and saying, "I forgot that you are not in good health, and you can't blow the wind for too long." โ€

Strictly speaking, this should be a statement that represents concern, but Wu Miao is not happy, but even more annoyed.

Youguo laughed and took Wu Miao down first, and then asked, "I'll send you back?" โ€

Wu Miao held back for a long time and spit out a sentence with a gloomy face: "I'm not weak to that extent!" โ€

Youguo didn't say anything, looked at Wu Miao meaningfully, and then patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then be careful, don't have a fever." โ€

No Misery: ......

Wu endured and endured, turning all his anger into a sneer on his lips.

Leaving Youguo's courtyard without looking back, Youguo leaned on the pillar and waved lazily: "Good night." โ€

I don't know if Wu Miao has returned to Youguo, he went back to his house anyway.

*

Wu Miao felt that he was falling into the depths of the hot spring, but his body seemed to be floating in the air, and Wu Miao was still wondering why he was here, only to hear a plop of someone jumping into the hot spring and swimming towards him.

His white and pale pink arms tightly wrapped around his miserable neck, and he opened his eyes

I opened my eyes and tried my best to see clearly, but that face seemed to be shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see the truth.

But Wu Miao somehow calmly thought that he knew him, instead of taking the owner of the arms around him as a water ghost who had changed his life.

The person suspected of being a water ghost is wrapped around Wu Miao's body like a water snake, and he uses his mouth to let Wu Miao breathe air, and his slender waist is tightly tied in his arms, and Wu Miao is only breathed fresh air when he is taken to the hot spring pool by the person in his arms.

The single clothes on the two people who broke out of the water were already soaked, and the white single clothes became hazy and transparent against the skin, making the scenery looming.

The owner of the arms has not let go, and Wu Miao also holds the waist and does not want to let go, he always has the illusion that he will disappear if he lets go of the person in his arms, and he bows his head and approaches the person with a blurred face, and Wu Miao said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?" โ€

He just chuckled twice, and leaned up softly in Wu Miao's arms and raised his head to offer a kiss.

The night sky was full of stars, and the starlight illuminated the dark eyes that were not miserable, and the brain was clear, but the body had broken free and sunk into it with the movements of the person in his arms.

The body is hot, the lips and tongue are warm, and the person in his arms is the ideal place for him to forget everything.

Sweaty hands were clasped together with their fingers, and Wu Miao raised his head from the middle of his neck and heard the familiar call: "Wu Miao." โ€

Wu Miao finally saw who it was, silver white hair and golden eyes, and the face that was upside down, but at this time it was covered with red clouds and hot flashes because of him.

Wu Miao was not surprised, and thought calmly: It is indeed Youguo.

The dream ended when he saw the other person's face clearly, and he opened his eyes violently and stared at the ceiling for a long time before slowly sitting up.

Feeling a sticky touch somewhere, the expression on Wumiao's face was dim and difficult to discern, and he blocked his face with one hand and squeezed out a sentence: "Ha!" โ€

The servant who happened to hear the movement outside the house asked aloud, "Master Wu Miao?" Need me to change your clothes? โ€

Wu Miao immediately replied: "No! โ€

It seemed that he felt that it was a little strange to answer โ–กโ–ก speed, so he was silent and said, "I don't need you to come, put the single clothes that I want to change at the door, and I will take them myself." โ€

The other party didn't know why, but he still obeyed.

The dignified young master changed his clothes with a dark face, held the replaced single clothes together in his hands like a thief, and took them to the place where the waste was burned as if nothing had happened while the servants were not paying attention.

Throwing Shan Yi into the fire, Wumiao's gloomy face recovered a little, and he turned back and was about to leave, but when he looked up, he saw the person he least wanted to see standing in front of him.

Youguo looked at him, and then at the clothes burning behind him, and suddenly curled his lips and smiled.

"What are you doing?" Youguo said meaningfully: "No misery? โ€๏ผš๏ผŒ๏ผŒ.