Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The sound of horse hooves echoed in the empty streets. Yunshan County seemed particularly quiet in the night, with only the occasional barking of dogs breaking the silence.

At this time, the city gates were closed. Eleven held the token and had a brief negotiation with the soldiers guarding the city.

Soon, the city gate slowly opened, and a group of people walked out of the city gate quietly and walked along the mountain road under the moonlight.

Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the foot of Baiyun Temple.

Shu Changyu jumped off the horse and looked towards the top of the mountain. The mountain and the moon were reflected in each other, clean and deep.

As he lifted his eyelids, moonlight poured into his pupils, reflecting a cold and transparent luster.

He raised his foot and walked up the stone steps alone. His back was intertwined with the shadows of the mountains, as if he had blended into the night.

Late at night, everything is quiet.

Inside the dormitory, moonlight filtered through the window lattice and quietly fell onto the ground, creating a layer of silvery-white light, like frost and snow.

The young man on the bed was sleeping soundly, clutching the quilt, and even the sound of the door opening did not wake him up.

A figure walked silently to the bedside and looked down at the sleeping young man.

Under the moonlight, the young man's cheeks looked particularly soft, making people want to pinch them.

Shu Changyu stood beside the bed, looking at him quietly.

After a long time, Shu Changyu stretched out his finger and lightly flicked his cheek, making a slight sound.

soft.

Really want to take a bite.

Bite it hard and hold on.

I want to hear him cry and beg for mercy.

The violent gene that was awakened in Shu Changyu's bones was stirring again. He licked his canine teeth and forced himself to suppress the crazy impulse.

Song Yan felt his face itchy, he waved his hand to drive it away, muttering, "Where did the mosquito come from?"

He frowned in his sleep, turned over and continued to sleep.

Then, a cold touch spread from his cheek, like a sharp blade, pressing against his face.

Song Yan's eyelids moved slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.

His eyes seemed a little confused in the moonlight, and when he saw a dark shadow standing beside the bed, he was still shocked.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, his eyes suddenly widened, and then he realized that the black shadow in front of him was Shu Changyu.

"Shu Changyu?"

The man responded in a low voice.

Hearing Shu Changyu's voice, Song Yan immediately became angry and said, "How did you get in here in the middle of the night? You scared me."

He patted his chest, sat up and leaned against the wall at the head of the bed.

Hearing his words, Shu Changyu snorted slightly: "You didn't come home at night, so I naturally caught you and took you back."

Song Yan opened her mouth, not knowing how to refute for a moment.

Shu Changyu lowered his eyes and sneered faintly: "What? Have you become mute?"

"Sorry." Song Yan bent his knees, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "I forgot to ask someone to bring you a message."

"Yanyan, I've been waiting for you to come back." Shu Changyu's eyes were surging, and a storm was brewing.

Song Yan's face was hidden in the shadow of the night, and her expression was unclear.

After a period of silence, he finally whispered: "You don't have to wait for me..."

Before he finished his words, Shu Changyu suddenly leaned over, raised his hand to pinch his chin, and forced Song Yan to look up at him.

"Yanyan, why don't you dare look at me? Am I that scary?"

Song Yan was forced to look up and met Shu Changyu's inky black eyes.

"Shu Changyu, stop making trouble!" At this time, Song Yan's emotions were on the verge of collapse. He waved his hands suddenly and slapped Shu Changyu away with force.

There was a "pop" sound, which was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Shu Changyu narrowed his eyes and looked at him coldly.

Song Yan pursed her lips tightly, and a trace of regret flashed across her eyes.

The corners of Shu Changyu's mouth slowly widened. He took a few steps back, leaned his back against the wall, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.

"Yanyan, you are angry."

Song Yan's eyes were slightly sore, and her voice was trembling with anger, "Shu Changyu, you lied to me!"

Shu Changyu tilted his head and looked at him, with a half-smile in his tone: "Huh? When have I ever lied to you?"

At this time, he walked up, lowered his eyes to look at Song Yan, raised his hand and stroked his face: "My dear Yan Yan, how could I have the heart to deceive you."

This time, Song Yan did not slap his hand away, but lowered her head, revealing a silent resistance in her silence.

Shu Changyu's eyes suddenly became gloomy. His gaze fell on Song Yan's exposed ear. He suddenly lowered his head and bit it hard.

"Hiss!" Song Yan gasped as he felt a sharp pain at the tip of his ear.

He covered his ears and said angrily, "Are you born in the year of the dog? Why do you always bite people?"

Shu Changyu leaned against his face and whispered in his ear: "Are you born in the year of the dog? No, I'm born in the year of the wolf. Wolves will not easily let go of prey that is in their mouths."

Even though Song Yan was slow-witted, she could still hear the deep meaning in his words.

His anger was rising rapidly, and he couldn't help but sneer: "It doesn't matter whether you are a wolf or a dog, if you dare to bite me next time, I will break your teeth."

The gloom on Shu Changyu's face disappeared, and he said with a smile: "Yanyan is so fierce."

"I'm not kidding, Shu Changyu, don't lie to me." Song Yan's eyes penetrated the hazy moonlight and stared at his face.

Shu Changyu's dark eyes reflected the soft moonlight. He moved closer to Song Yan and looked at him, his expression no longer as casual as before.

He said seriously: "I have never lied to you about this matter."

There was a hint of confusion in Song Yan's eyes, and the words of doubt came to her lips, but she didn't say them out loud.

He was scared.

Afraid that the answer might not be what he wanted.

He was afraid that once he asked that question, his relationship with Shu Changyu would never be the same as before.

It turns out that I am also a coward.

A bitter smile appeared on Song Yan's lips.

Shu Changyu touched Song Yan's face: "Yan Yan, please don't be angry, okay?"

After a while, Song Yan couldn't help but reach out and cover her eyes, saying tiredly: "I want to sleep, please let me sleep a little longer."

Shu Changyu's fingers gently slid across his cheek and said, "I'll sleep with you."

Song Yan did not refuse. To be precise, he no longer had the strength to speak.

He lay down and slowly pulled the quilt up to cover his face.

The breathing under the quilt gradually became heavy. Song Yan felt physically and mentally exhausted and didn't want to face Shu Changyu anymore.

He secretly despised himself for being like an ostrich, thinking that he could avoid everything by burying his head.

But the reality is not a desert, there is not enough sand to bury him.

Shu Changyu hugged Song Yan through the quilt and bent down to kiss his hair gently.

"Yanyan, stop hiding from me."

Song Yan closed her eyes and pretended not to hear.

At this moment, escape is shameful, but useful.