【Yanlu】Ghost

When Lu Shaolin woke up, he saw the person next to his pillow for the first time, and suddenly he didn't know what night it was.

Although he often lingered in the place of fireworks during his lifetime, he was able to travel in the rivers and lakes. After all, he knew how to be on guard. No matter how happy he was, he never stayed in the gentle village.Even though they later confessed their feelings to Yan Yu and went to Wushan together in joy, but due to various reasons, they never slept together till dawn.

There was a wry smile on Lu Shaolin's lips that he didn't even notice.Brother Yan, brother Yan, as the saying goes, after ten years of practice, we can cross the same boat, but I, Lu Shaolin, have been a ghost for a hundred years, and finally I also practiced to sleep together once.

Yan Yu's evenly breathing side face looked very soft.The dim light from the window cast a nice shadow on him.The long black hair was scattered beside the ears, and the clear eyes were closed, which weakened the indifference of the whole body.

Lu Shaolin's eyes lingered along the handsome facial features of the person beside the pillow. He coveted Yan Yu's sleeping face, and unconsciously wanted to touch that familiar outline, but he stopped abruptly the moment he raised his hand.

He looks at his hands.

The fingers are warm and slender, the pulp is full, and the tiger's mouth has calluses left by holding knives all the year round.It was his hand.

But it should not belong to the hands of the dead.

There was an ominous premonition in his heart, Lu Shaolin licked his lips, and tasted a dry rusty smell. He no longer wanted to enjoy this rare and peaceful atmosphere, a layer of blood appeared in his eyes, and he exhaled in a low voice while being agitated.

"Master, what did you do?!"

The sleeping person was startled by the low cry, moved slightly, and inadvertently tightened the hand that was holding Lu Shaolin's waist.

The warm palms covered Lu Shaolin's naked waist, fused with the heat of his skin, and taught him to sit down and guess in his heart. In an instant, there were mixed emotions, and he didn't know whether it was sadness or joy.

He wanted to laugh, laughing that he had so easily occupied a square inch in the heart of this person, the corners of his lips curled up, but a mist floated in front of his eyes.

The sad thing is that after struggling in every possible way, I still come to the situation where I continue to live by hurting the love of my life.Hate hates himself for being too arrogant. When he pushed open the door, he resolutely said "I will not regret it". Now that Yan Yu is dragged down, everything is his own fault.

He shook Yan Yu's shoulder, his voice trembled so much that he could hardly speak a complete sentence.

"Brother Yan, are you... raising ghosts?"

The person with closed eyes seemed to be woken up, frowning showing a little impatience.

"Don't make noise." The Taoist priest's voice was deep.Seeing that Lu Shaolin had no intention of being quiet, he raised his eyes to look at the source of the voice.

"Yeah." Not knowing what an incredible fact he had admitted, Yan Yu turned over and fell asleep again with his eyes closed.

"Take care of you."

Only Lu Shaolin was left with his eyes open in a daze.