Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen was choked by him for a long time and couldn't speak.How many days has Yu Cheng not come.

After careful consideration, the biggest problem now is clearly He Yuan, not Yu Cheng.Song Qingchen groaned secretly in his heart, he really hoped that He Yuan would go out now and come in after he changed his clothes.

But He Yuan obviously didn't want to go out, so he said sternly: "I have a hunch that Yu Cheng is nearby." Then he showed a sly smile: "So I will guard here for you."

Song Qingchen: "..."

Yu Cheng, in this book, exists to embarrass King Jing.One He Yuan is already big enough, but there is still an extremely difficult remaining time...

Song Qingchen's lips trembled, and he ordered He Yuan with a guilty conscience: "Then you...turn around and look at the window over there."

He Yuan didn't evade, he smiled playfully, stared at Song Qingchen and said, "Could it be that you can't hold on to yourself because of my disheveled clothes, that's why you avoid me like this?"

Song Qingchen twitched a few times, but seeing He Yuan's messy clothes, he was speechless for a while.

Taking a closer look, He Yuan was also drenched all over.The thin summer shirt was all attached to his body, revealing the tight body under the clothes. I have to admit that this body has excellent proportions, and the chest and abdomen texture is also eye-catching.Song Qingchen suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he was indeed looking back and forth at He Yuan with a kind of angry gaze.

Inadvertently looking up again, he found that He Yuan's eyes were also looking back.Song Qingchen couldn't help lowering his head, avoiding the scorching gaze.

The air in the room seemed to be stagnant again, Song Qingchen stared at the blanket under his feet, trying hard to think of any other reason to take He Yuanzhi away.

Song Qingchen couldn't help feeling ashamed when he thought that this person had, possibly, had some secret things with him.Now they are in the same cramped house again, and it is already late at night, the two of them are still soaking wet, and they are about to change clothes...

So Song Qingchen closed his eyes, pretended to be calm, turned his back to He Yuan and began to change clothes.

In the middle of the change, Song Qingchen tilted his head nervously and tentatively, looked behind him, and found that He Yuan was still standing behind him.He was so scared that he quickly turned his head back, as if disdainful, and continued to put on his clothes quickly.

After he was fully dressed, he looked back, and he no longer knew where He Yuan had gone.

Song Qingchen walked to the window suspiciously, looked into the atrium, but still couldn't see where He Yuan was.He sat at the table and waited for a while, only to feel sleepy.Song Qingchen looked outside again, but there was no one around.He simply went to lie down on the bed lightly.This bed is full of warmth and softness, and the summer breeze is cool and comfortable.Not long after, Song Qingchen fell into a dream and went to chat with Duke Zhou.

It's just that in the dream, he seemed to feel that someone was holding him back.

In the middle of the night, there seemed to be something warm by his side, and his ears throbbed again and again.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes like a nightmare.He looked at the curtain above his head, he quietly felt the summer wind, and felt a chill.Only then did he suddenly realize that Lao Gao had taken off his shirt and his chest was wide open.

Song Qingchen looked carefully again unconsciously, an arm was lying across his waist!Taking advantage of the not-so-clear moonlight, one could see the slightly protruding blood vessels on the forearm, which was clearly the arm of a warrior, with strong vigor.

Then the master with arms crossed... Song Qingchen turned his head back slightly in fear, and He Yuan was falling asleep behind him.He finally understood why he had a strange feeling behind his ears just now.He Yuan's sharp-edged face is very close at this moment.

Song Qingchen shuddered a little, but couldn't help it, and looked carefully at it curiously.

Looking at the slanting moonlight, this person's brows and eyes are relaxed at the moment, without the hostility of the day, he has a soft sleeping face.There is a small mole on his left eyebrow. If he does not open his eyes, he still has a youthful look.

He Yuan slept soundly, as if he had fallen into a deep dream.There was no other movement in the bedroom, the breaths between the two were intertwined, and the breath of the young body rushed towards the face.

Song Qingchen suddenly remembered that night when he was drunk.So he felt suspiciously all over his body, whether it was painful or not.He desperately wanted to know if he was hurt!So he moved his body a little, looked down at the lower part of his clothes, and found that everything was in good condition.The hand was still on his body, and when he moved it a little, there was a feeling of skin touching each other.Song Qingchen felt strange for no reason.

Suddenly, I felt some inexplicable changes in my body.

Could it be that in summer, the dry air is really bigger?Song Qingchen suddenly recalled this sentence, and remembered the tea He Yuan made for him in the yamen.The more I think about it, the more I feel that I am not happy at the moment.The whole bed curtain was very stuffy for a while, Song Qingchen just wanted to go outside to get some air.

He was moving it slowly, but he suddenly stopped, because there was something behind him that really pinched him.Song Qingchen secretly guessed what that thing was and held his breath.After he guessed clearly, he moved to the side uncomfortably.

Just as he was moving, He Yuan suddenly said in an unsteady voice: "Stop moving, An Sheng, sleep well."

An Sheng sleeps, but you sleep? !Are you safe? !But Song Qingchen was too embarrassed to say this, so he could only remain silent.

Song Qingchen was in a panic now, he only felt that he would be exposed soon—that he was already on fire.

He made sure he wasn't frivolous with the guy next to him! !Not to mention trying anything, what to do secretly while he was sleeping!He Yuan didn't know when he came up to sleep.

He just woke up, and he was inexplicably full of evil fire.A series of questions emerged in Song Qingchen's mind one after another.For a moment, I was so dazed that I asked myself.After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out what was going on with me.

Feeling that the thing became more and more obvious, Song Qingchen froze for a moment, not daring to turn his head back, but said in a low voice, "Why are you awake?" He didn't know what to say for a moment, after all, there are two people on the bed now, if only one person is fine, he Solve some personal issues by quiet self and everything can return to normal.

Now that both of them were on the bed, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.How on earth should this be done? !While thinking, Song Qingchen suddenly froze and his mind went blank.Thoughts stopped completely.Song Qingchen's gaze stopped in the distance, on the table in the room, unable to move an inch.

He was caught.

"You... you??" Song Qingchen was at a loss for a while. He Yuan's right hand was about to draw a bow and hold a sword every day. This feeling was too indescribable.Song Qingchen felt unspeakable for a while.This kind of tactile sensation obviously cannot appear.But it did appear.

He Yuan got a little closer, cut off his other hand, and said in a low voice, "You...forget it." He Yuan chose to shut up, because he thought about it and refused to say this.

Song Qing was already in a state of confusion, and now he wanted to find a place outside and arrange himself quickly.

"The remainder of the journey?"

He Yuan said: "Did you fall in love with Yu Cheng? In this summer night, do you even dream about him? What kind of dream? Tell me and listen."

Song Qingchen was already unconscious, and shook his head slightly amidst this.

He believed it now, after this night, maybe he could really be killed by He Yuan.

……

Song Qingchen's forearm was freed, he looked at his wrist, there were still faint red marks under the moonlight.He couldn't help looking at He Yuan who was about to open the door, not knowing where he was going to solve it.

He Yuan glanced back at him, then said in a low voice, "It's nothing, you sleep."

Song Qingchen only felt some secret emotions in his heart, and the phrase "Are you important?" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

Song Qingchen lay back on the bed, staring at the lightly swaying curtain above his head in a daze, suddenly remembered He Yuan's peaceful sleeping face just now, couldn't help getting up again, and looked through the window lattice into the atrium.

However, there is silence everywhere, only a pleasant moonlight, and occasionally a few birds flit from the bushes on both sides.

Not long after, Song Qingchen fell into a drowsy sleep.

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