The General's Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed

What are you going to do. "

Lauren: "?"

The balcony is indeed quiet, with demons dancing wildly outside, it is as quiet as a holy place.

The moonlight is as gentle as a tulle, and the ground is covered with soft frost and snow.

With the moonlight behind his back, Yan Shuo's figure was like a vague stone statue, motionless, letting the wind blow past his clothes.

"General?"

He went up slowly, for fear of disturbing him.

Then when he got closer, he was suddenly startled, Yan Shuo was smiling at him.

The pupils are all curved, softly containing a piece of moonlight.

Shen Zhifan felt his head buzzing, and his voice stuttered: "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Shuo was not so clear-headed, so he subconsciously followed him and said, "...what's wrong?"

He smelled a faint smell of alcohol, staining the other's hair and the surrounding air.

"You're drunk." Shen Zhifan exhaled, thinking again that Yan Shuo was so cute when he was drunk, and had such a nice smile.

Yan Shuo stopped talking, looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly stretched out a hand.

Shen Zhifan was taken aback for a moment, that hand had already touched his hair, a certain curly curl.

Shen Zhifan: "?"

"……I am very happy."

Shen Zhifan was stunned: "What?"

Yan Shuo laughed softly, the voice made his heart itch, probably because he felt that they were too far away, so he directly whispered into Shen Zhifan's ear.

"You're mine now, I'm glad."