The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Cheng Mou found that Yan Song had become lethargic recently. Not only did he go to bed early at night, but he also woke up late the next morning. The two of them chatted and talked and fell asleep, but Yan Song was still in the [beep——] Time to fall asleep and not move like a salted fish.And I couldn't wake up no matter how I called.

Looking at Yan Song who was in a state of suspended animation all over his body, Cheng Mou fell into deep thought.

——Am I not attractive enough?Or are you tired of me?

The demon king, who has become more and more delicate and constantly suspects that he will become a "yellow-faced woman" despised by his seniors, feels that he is in crisis.Moreover, it has only been a year since Yan Song recovered and woke up.It's only been a year, and I'm not attractive anymore.

The demon king who got this recognition felt as sad as a boudoir.

Cheng Mou sat by the bed, even if he felt resentful, he still tucked the quilt lightly for Yan Song, and then, dressed in the stars, prepared to go to the main hall of the Demon Palace to stay up all night to deal with the affairs he had piled up.

But there was something on his mind, so he couldn't calm down no matter what, so when he was reviewing the documents, he asked casually to the cronies standing beside him, "Tell me, how can you hold a man's heart for a long time?"

The confidant was terrified, and when he quickly raised his head, he was so forceful that he almost lost his neck.

"My lord, why did you say that?"

Cheng Mou was troubled: "Tell me, am I already old?"

The confidant really wanted to complain that Lao Zhuhuang didn't use it like this, but he flattered a lot of words from the demon king who was in his prime for his own life, and finally "boldly expressed" asked Cheng Mou if he had anything to do with the man in the palace.

All of a sudden, Cheng Mou seemed to open up the chatter box, and told his cronies what happened between the two of them in a more eloquent way.

After hearing this, the confidant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said: "In this case, you might as well talk to your demon king to see what's wrong, or you can also see what is wrong in his dream. What, understand what he is thinking about day and night, so that he can prescribe the right medicine."

After hearing this speech, Cheng Mou was so enlightened that he didn't have time to put on his outer robe, so he hurried back to the bedroom.

It was cold at night in the Demon Realm, and Yan Song was afraid of the cold, so Cheng Mou directly added an earth dragon in the hall to avoid freezing him.But even so, Yan Song's whole body was cold after falling asleep, and even his breathing was so weak that he almost didn't have any.

Cheng Mou was puzzled in his heart, but he never asked, he only had a vague guess in his heart that the root cause of the disease was caused in the year of Yan Song's death.

Cheng Mou sat sideways, staring quietly at Yan Song's sleeping face. This skin was the clean and ruthless skin in Wolong Town at that time. It was not as beautiful as the big brother, but the lines were soft and not so unkind.

Cheng Mou prefers this now.

Thinking of his confidant's words, he lightly pressed Yan Song's forehead, cast a spell, and fell into a dream.

Even so, he still didn't forget to peck Yan Song's lips, sucking his lips until they became moist and red, then he closed his eyes contentedly, and let the spiritual flow lead him into a dream.

Yan Song is studying in the library. He has an exam three days later. This exam is very important. If he fails, he may not be able to pass the summer vacation. However, he only remembered this a week ago, so he can only rely on Drinking coffee and strong tea, he desperately stayed up all night to study, and crazily hugged his feet. He might only sleep for three or four hours a day. As for how long Zhong Si's body can stay awake in a day, he has no time to think about it.

Exams are important!A happy summer vacation is more important!

Yan Song, who was finishing a big question, wanted to raise his head to rest and rub his eyes, but suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing around him. Although the air-conditioning was turned on in the library, it would not make Yan Song feel cold all over.

He rubbed the goosebumps that came out, and was about to drink coffee to continue fighting, but the next second, he saw with his own eyes that the coffee cup that was about to be held by him suddenly drifted away, and he quickly released his grip. hand.

Yan Song: "..."

Am I blind?

He took a deep breath and grabbed the coffee cup with his bare hands. This time, there was no such supernatural event. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was really tired these days.

On the other side, Cheng Mou, who was following the spiritual flow, had a complicated expression on his face.

He just came over with spiritual consciousness and does not have an entity, so others will not be aware of his existence.At first, he was very puzzled by the strange environment around him. This place is completely different from Zhongsi, with every plant and tree, architectural decoration, pedestrian clothes, conversational words, etc. all completely different.

He was wondering why this kind of picture appeared in Yan Song's dream, and then he saw Yan Song who was sitting at the table with his head down and writing something seriously.

That face was so far away that he was about to forget it.

At this moment, Yan Song happened to be sitting by the window, shrouded in sunlight, his eyelashes and cheeks were plated with a layer of light gold.

It was midsummer, Yan Song wore a round neck T-shirt and casual shorts for convenience, perfectly revealing a section of his neck and calves.

Although Yan Song's appearance is exactly the same as that of the elder brother, but the temperament displayed is completely different. The Yan Song in front of him is as soft as snow melting in spring, sweet and warm, moistening things silently, is He remembered Yan Jinci who treated him tenderly.

Cheng Mou stood on the side, and the first thought that popped up amidst all kinds of doubts, surprises, and nostalgia turned out to be:

Why does he wear so little and show so much, what to do if others see it.

If Cheng Mou had a real body, I'm afraid he really wanted to take off the jacket he was wearing, wrap him up fiercely and throw him on the bed.

It's a pity that he has no body, so he almost exhausted his whole body's strength and spiritual power, and he could barely move the coffee cup.

Cheng Mou was shocked when he became so weak. He looked around calmly, and found that he could not feel the power that could completely suppress him, but he could no longer use his spiritual power.

This result is beyond his cognition, therefore, he has been observing everything around him with scrutiny, and maybe he is parasitic in Yan Song's dream, so he can't go too far away at all, worrying Yu, but Yan Song who writes quietly can make him breathe a little easier.

At this moment and place that makes him feel uneasy, only Yan Song can bring him some comfort.

Cheng Mou leaned over and put his arms around Yan Song, knowing that Yan Song couldn't hear him, but couldn't help teasing his heart, put his lips close to Yan Song's ear, and whispered: "What are you writing? "

At that moment, Yan Song felt an electric current hit his back directly, and with a flick of the pen in his hand, he drew a long line on the notebook. Immediately afterwards, his cheeks turned red and his ears felt hot.

Yan Song felt that something was wrong, he rubbed his cheeks vigorously, he even suspected that he had a fever due to fluctuating cold and hot.

Just as he was about to calm down and write the question, Cheng Mou's face of someone who owed him 500 million suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Hiss—" Yan Song had been reviewing upside down day and night for so many days, but he really neglected Cheng Mou over there, and he didn't know what he was doing now.

Now that the matter is over, Yan Song naturally has no intention of studying any more, so he can only pack his things in advance and go to the cafeteria to eat.Cheng Mou even followed him all the way, trying his best to imitate the actions and speech patterns of those people he saw on the road, as well as guess and quickly learn the purpose and use of things he couldn't understand at all.

During the period from when Yan Song came out of the library to when he brought a ham sausage to the little yellow dog at the door of the dormitory, Cheng Mou had already figured out what the ATM machines, shared bicycles, mobile phones, drink vending machines and TVs were all about. What is it.

Looking back, Cheng Mou just happened to see Yan Song who was feeding the little yellow dog a small piece of ham sausage with a small smile on his lips.

The little yellow dog sticks out its tongue "haha", rubbing against Yan Song's palm affectionately.

Seeing that Cheng Mou, who hadn't had much intimacy with Yan Song for nearly a week, his eyes were burning, he was left out for a long time, and even a dog was jealous.

——I really want to wear that dog with my soul.

In the next second, Cheng Mou felt that his field of vision suddenly became shorter. He raised his head blankly, and the tip of his nose just hit Yan Song's dry and warm palm.

Cheng Mou: "..."

Yan Song asked: "Are you full? Then I'll go back first."

Yan Song didn't have any hope that a dog would answer his question, so he wiped his hands and stood up. At that moment, he happened to see that the little yellow dog who was still very affectionate to him suddenly became cold On his face, a pair of big black eyes froze, revealing a bit of the ferocity of a hungry wolf pouncing on food.

Yan Song: "..." Xiao Huang, what's wrong with you, Xiao Huang, why did you give me the impression that you are possessed by Cheng Mou, Xiao Huang.

Yan Song took two steps back, Xiao Huang staggered towards him with difficulty, as if he was not used to walking on four legs, with a cold face.

Seeing his eagerness, it seems that he has something to say to Yan Song.

Yan Song glanced at his watch, thinking that there was still some time before the lunch break, and he could play with Xiao Huang for a while.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Huang didn't appreciate it at all, he just opened his mouth to bite Yan Song's clothes.Yan Song looked at him patiently to see what he wanted to do.

Cheng Mou is also very anxious, he doesn't understand why this dream is so realistic, there is no trace of "Cheng Mou" here, he doesn't understand why there are so many things he doesn't understand here, and he doesn't know why Yan Song To live so comfortably here, he is afraid that this is Yan Song's dream, and what Yan Song thinks about day and night is a place where there is no chance, a truly comfortable place.

This guess almost drove Cheng Mou crazy.

And Cheng Mou held back for a long time, organized his words for a long time, and then burst out: "Wow!"

Cheng Mou: "..."

Yan Song wanted to leave, but he couldn't get rid of Xiao Huang's entanglement. He had no choice but to hide Xiao Huang from the guard's sight, hide Xiao Huang under his T-shirt, and secretly brought him into the dormitory.

His roommate took a lunch break in the library at noon and did not go back to the dormitory, so Yan Song didn't have to worry that Xiao Huang would disturb others.

Yan Song took out a blanket that he didn't use, made a simple nest for Xiao Huang, and said, "Can you sleep here?"

Cheng Mou shook his head, no, I just want to sleep in your bed.

Yan Song didn't understand the meaning, or he didn't have the energy to take care of Xiao Huang's wishes, so he just locked the door, turned on the bed, pulled off the thin blanket, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Cheng Mou looked at Yan Song who was a little far away from him, and complained in his heart: I really want to have a human body here, and I really want to sleep with Jinci.

As soon as the idea came to an end, Cheng Mou suddenly realized that his field of vision had become higher again. He looked down and found that it was his own body, but with a pair of fluffy dog ​​ears on top of his head.

Cheng Mou: "..." All right, don't pick.

Just as Yan Song was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt that his back was covered with heat. In the anxious weather of midsummer, even a little more skin-to-skin contact would make people feel restless, let alone being so close, as if wrapped in a broad chest Live the feeling.

Yan Song blushed immediately, opened his eyes instantly, turned his head, and happened to look into a pair of dark eyes.

Those eyes exuded a cold air, like a cold pool or a deep well, but only when they met him, would there be ripples and a little light.It's just that on top of the cool and handsome expression, there is a pair of extremely cute - dog ears.

Yan Song's voice trembled: "Cheng...Cheng Mou?"

Cheng Mou seemed very displeased, he was completely naked, his lower body got into Yan Song's blanket, his upper body almost pressed against Yan Song, completely covering Yan Song's body.

"Please resign, tell me where this is," he bit Yan Song's earlobe warningly, clasped Yan Song's arm with both hands, rubbed his legs against Yan Song's again, the meaning of possession was self-evident .

Yan Song was a little impatient, he couldn't breathe, his whole body was almost numb, he tried his best to lean back, but he still couldn't escape Cheng Mou's shackles, so he had to find a gap and said, "Why are you here? It's another world...it's my world."

After Cheng Mou paused, he felt that Yan Song's body had changed. The corner of his mouth curled up in a joyful arc, and he hugged the person in his arms tighter. He inserted one leg firmly between Yan Song's legs, and asked with a smile: "What? called your world?"

Yan Song didn't bother to ask Cheng Mou how he got here, his mind was already in a mess, he could only answer Cheng Mou's question.

He told Cheng Mou that he had one soul and two bodies, and that his consciousness would go to the other side when he fell asleep, and he also told him that this is a separate world, but he concealed the fact that the middle division was In a secondary world, he himself is taken by System 567 to do missions.

After hearing this, Cheng Mou was thoughtful, and for a long time, he hugged Yan Song tighter, narrowed his brows and eyes longer, and showed an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Good boy."

The next afternoon, Yan Song failed to go to the library to review his homework.

——Cheng Mou, who hadn't been intimate for a long time, turned into a beast in an instant, and Yan Song was so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger.

However, the worse thing is...

After he fell asleep, the dream stopped, and on the other side of the Demon Realm, the two would wake up at the same time.

If the Demon Lord still wants to do something, maybe he will do something else.

And the demon king who finally ate meat said: Study hard, sleep well, and you will definitely not fail the exam.