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Qin Yuan had a long dream.

Maybe it was the reason why he had been listening to Yan Liang's chanting before going to bed, but he really entered the field of rapeseed flowers in that photo, and the overwhelming bright yellow flooded his vision. This was the first time that his dreams had colors.

Qin Yuan stood among the flowers for a while, inexplicably heard someone calling him behind him, and subconsciously turned his head, only to find that the surrounding flowers were growing wantonly, covering all eyes unknowingly.

He was a little panicked and at a loss, so he stretched out his hand to push away the yellow flowers that grew taller and taller. The bright yellow petals were flying in all directions along with the wind that came from nowhere, and the pollen fell into his eyes, which made it itchy.

Qin Yuan couldn't help but reached out and rubbed it.

At the same time, he heard a human voice again, vaguely and distantly, as if calling someone's name—instinctively, he answered.

"I'm here..." Qin Yuan coughed a few times as if his throat was choked, "I..."

He suddenly found that his voice seemed to be much clearer, as if he had returned to his youth.

At the same time, the flowers around him grew denser, the originally harmless little yellow flowers grew into towering trees, the blue sky and white clouds were covered, and the sunlight gradually dimmed. Just when the familiar darkness was about to cover him again, A pair of pale and slender hands stretched out from nowhere, pushing aside the dense flowers——

A slender figure walked in against the light, Qin Yuan raised his head, just in time to meet the tear-like scar under the man's eyes.

His heart skipped a beat.Almost without thinking, he rushed forward and grabbed the hand.

"Yan Liang..." Qin Yuan, who had turned back into a boy, said tremblingly, his voice was obviously choked up, and he couldn't hide his fragility: "Is it you?"

The man whose hand was held by him raised his head, his face was really cool, even the curvature of the corners of his eyes was exactly the same, and the mole of tears was dotted under his eyes, shining brightly, like a mark.

Qin Yuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, it really is..."

"Ning Xi," Yan Liangwen called softly, he looked at him with eyes as soft as spring water, but it made Qin Yuan fall into an ice cellar.

He said, "I'm here to pick you up."

……

Although the sofa is not too small, it is somewhat aggrieved for an adult male to sleep here.

Yan Liang also thought about waking him up and helping him back into the room, but Qin Yuan didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully, his brows were tightly frowned, and his face was covered with sweat.As soon as he approached, the other party breathed hoarsely and lowly like an enraged beast. He was afraid that forcing him to wake up would make the patron lose control of his emotions, so after struggling for a long time, he honestly went to get a blanket.

The room was quiet.

There were only the two of them in the huge living room, Yan Liang sat on the sofa opposite Qin Yuan, and soon became sleepy.He yawned, got up and wanted to go back to his room to rest, but when he saw the other party's painful expression, he hesitated for a moment and stayed.

He took the quilt out of the room, wrapped it around his body, sank into the soft sofa, and slowly closed his eyes.

This night passed quickly, and when the night outside the window began to dawn, Qin Yuan finally woke up from the nightmare. He opened his eyes, and the crystal lamp above his head that had been left on all night made his eyes sting, and his physical tears flowed uncontrollably down.

At the same time, Yan Liang, who had a light sleep, was woken up by something from the other party, and happened to witness this scene.

The arrogant young master's eyes were dull, the blood in his eyes had not dissipated, they were filled with sparkling water, the tears were still wet, and half of his cheeks were reddened by the pressure of the sofa, a little congested.

He didn't even change out of his daytime formal clothes, but his expensive shirts were already wrinkled, and his messy hairstyle looked like an exploded bird's nest, messily placed on top of his head. At first glance, he looked a little silly.

Yan Liang licked his lips, hesitating whether to say hello or not, but saw the other person's eyes flicker, he felt a "click" in his heart, and instinctively closed his eyes and began to pretend to be asleep... It was like the brain's stress response after predicting danger , in front of his eyes was a dimmed halo and a small group of vague shadows.

He heard the footsteps of the other party——Qin Yuan seemed to stagger a bit, he couldn't stand still, and he stumbled to himself——the already dull sight entered the deeper darkness, Yan Liang felt a gaze, just He looked up and down at himself.

That gaze was like fire, burning his chest, and his heart beat involuntarily, as if opening his mouth would jump out of it.

... And just as he was thinking this way, a pair of hot hands grabbed his throat.

Qin Yuan pinched Yan Liang's neck, pressed his trembling thumbs against Yan Liang's rolling Adam's apple, and rubbed back and forth with the hard object rolling under the skin.

When you first wake up, the scenes in your dreams are often the clearest. As time goes by, they will soon collapse like bubbles soundlessly... The same is true for Qin Yuan.

Everything in the dream was gradually fading, only the last call from that person made his liver and gallbladder burst, and he could not stop trembling even breathing.

He's calling me... no... he's not...

I'm not Ning Xi...I...why should I be Ning Xi?

Who is Ning Xi...and who is the person Yan Liang called...he, why did he appear in my dream, and why did he come to save me...

As the suffocation gradually rose, Yan Liang finally opened his eyes and met the blood-red eyes of the man.

Qin Yuan gasped for breath, but he looked at Yan Liang's blank gaze, and the fingers pinching the opponent's neck gradually lost their strength, and his tight fingertips touched the wound on the back of the opponent's neck that had begun to scab. It was left when he went crazy a few days ago.

Yan Liang raised his head, unexpectedly, he didn't struggle violently, his pale face showed some pain due to suffocation, but his eyes were very gentle, with some connivance, he looked at each other quietly, after a while, calm closed his eyes.

"..." Qin Yuan let go of his fingers almost instantly. He knelt on the edge of the sofa in a daze, lost his mind, and apologized inarticulately: "I'm sorry, I...",

He raised his hand to touch the bruised and purple pinch mark on the other party's neck, then leaned forward and kissed tremblingly.

Yan Liang felt a wave of dampness spreading from his neck, ironed and warm, attached to the skin of the two of them. He blinked his eyes and took a long time to realize that the other party was actually crying.

The eldest young master cried very quietly, only with a little trembling in his breath, he was trying to fight against the violent emotions in his heart, his reason was like a lone sail in a tsunami, it was swallowed up immediately after being thrown into the cusp of the storm.

So Yan Liang patted the opponent's back lightly, once and again, he lowered his head and kissed the hair on the top of Jinzhu's head, and comforted in a hoarse voice: "I don't blame you."

Qin Yuan didn't speak.

He just grabbed Yan Liang's waist with all his strength, as if he wanted to integrate him into his body, like a drowning man clutching the last straw.

Yan Liang felt that his waist was about to be strangled by him, and he couldn't speak to stimulate the other party at this moment, so he could only endure with dedication.

After finally going through this moment, Qin Yuan seemed to have finally calmed down. He hugged Yan Liang, buried his face in the other's chest, and said sullenly, "...that you like me."

It was clearly a high-ranking and commanding tone, but at this moment, it only felt humble and pitiful.Yan Liang's eyes moved, he boldly touched the broken hair on the back of the other's head, and said softly, "I like you."

"...Call me by my name."

"Qin Yuan."

"Call again."

"Qin Yuan..."

"Say you like Qin Yuan."

"...I like Qin Yuan."

"How much do you like it?"

"...I like it very much." Yan Liang licked her dry and chapped lips, and put her arms around the other's hairy head: "I like it very much..."

He is the best actor, from expression to action to lines, there is no flaw.

Qin Yuan also vaguely understood this point, but he didn't open his mouth to expose it, he only hugged him tighter by deceiving himself.

"Since you like me so much," the young master said, "then don't leave me."

"Stay here with me, I will treat you well... After everything, everything is over, we will go abroad." Qin Yuan said in a hoarse voice, with a strong and awkward tone, "Your sister...your sister will also accept you. In the past, she liked to draw, and I could help her...as long as you are here, as long as it is you."

Yan Liang didn't respond.

He just stroked the back of the other's head again and again.

And Qin Yuan didn't seem to care whether the other party responded, because it was meaningless.

Regardless of Yan Liang's will or not, his words are orders and imperial edicts.

He is the one who controls the other person's life. If he likes Yan Liang, Yan Liang must like him.

Even a few hours ago, she was still wearing her engagement ring.

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The second update is here, thank you for following up!