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The mirror and bathtub are also play written in the text.

Once there is association, Yan Erye starts to be restless again.

Yama looked down, threw down the towel calmly, and re-entered the shower.

The bath just now was a waste of time.

After taking a few cold showers, Yan Luo walked out of the bathroom, daring to go to bed again, for fear of remembering those indescribable things on the bed again. He had long hair and only a thin coat, and decided to go to the balcony to blow the cold wind.

The dark clouds and bright moon outside the window, the night is thick, and the evening wind is slightly cool.

Yan Luo stood by the railing, the wind blowing his blue silk, white clothes and black hair, pale as the moonlight, like an immortal who can ride the wind back at any time.

However, he was holding the railing, but what he thought was that he pressed the little death on the railing, and the little death was hanging in the air for fear of falling, so he hugged his neck in fear...

Yes, this is a balcony play written by Meng Wan.

Meng Wan is also a genius, and he didn't miss a single scene.

Yama couldn't look directly at any part of the apartment right now.

Yan Luo gave up his resistance, went back indoors, went to bed and covered the quilt, his cold and picturesque eyebrows flashed a tangle, and he put his hand into the quilt resignedly.

...

After washing his hands, Yan Luo lay on the bed as if he was exhausted, letting himself fall asleep.

He rarely dreamed. As a powerful god, he occasionally dreamed, and all he did were precognitive dreams.

But this night, he had a lot of boundless spring dreams.

The boy in the dream had straight and slender legs and snow-white slender wrists. The fingers are slender and beautiful, and the whole hand is so small that it can be completely wrapped by his palm. He couldn't see the boy's eyebrows and eyes, but he heard a broken and moving tone from the throat that always whispered softly, he raised the boy's chin and kissed the red lips...

When woke up in the morning and saw the sheets that needed to be changed, Yan Luo had no accident.

And he's still tough.

Yan Luo lowered his eyes and began to think about why things were like this.

He had never seen the appearance of the little god of death, and the young man's face in the dream was also blurred, but he confirmed that what he dreamed was the little god of death.

Is this a foreknowledge, or is it his pure delusion?

Yan Luo's heart was a little confused.

Before seeing the document sent by Mother Meng last night, he had always regarded Little Death as his younger brother, or in other words, he thought he had always regarded Little Death as his younger brother, and had never thought of anything else.

Yama has never experienced love, nor does he believe that he will meet love. His attention to Thanatos was only out of interest in the Western god of the underworld. After learning about Little Death's heart, he felt pity for each other, and couldn't help but want to enlighten and comfort. In the process of getting along, he felt that the little death was very kind and lovely.

He is a brother who is very worthy of his distress, and always makes him unable to give him more love.

But... would my elder brother want to sleep with my younger brother?

A gentleman is magnanimous, and Yama has always been upright and upright, never knowing that he is a villain. His subordinates are chaotic and write fanfiction. At most, he is not strict, but he actually blasphemed the little god of death in his dreams after reading the text. That can be called a bastard.

Yama had been a gentleman for a long time, and even dreaming of such a thing felt disrespectful to Thanatos.

and……

Looking at Yan Erye, who was still not quiet, Yan Luo rubbed his eyebrows, even though he knew the mistakes, his body did not repent.

Why did have no thoughts on the little death before, but had a nightmare last night?

Yan Luosi thought about it, and felt that it was Meng Wan's same humanistic pot.

Yan Luo, like Tanasus, has the ability to never forget. Although he only hurriedly browsed that thousands of words, every word was deeply imprinted in his mind. Meng Wanwen is good, the text is very pictured, and the protagonist of the story is them. After reading the relevant text, it seems understandable to associate with this.

Just infected by text. Meng Wan wrote the H text of him and the little death, and he dreamed of turning the phoenix with the little death god. If Meng Wan wrote him and others, maybe what he dreamed was not a little death.

To verify this conjecture, Yan Luo turned on the phone and sent a message to Meng Wan.

Yan Luo: Give you a task, complete the crime of folding, and return your year -end award.

Meng Po: Here! What is the command of His Royal Highness Yan?

Yan Luo: Last night, you wrote another article.

Meng Po: His Royal Highness You ...

Meng Wan was shocked. His Royal Highness Yan was really sullen, and he was angry and punished them in the group, while talking about her more output. Alas, just say this is clear and innocent with the god of death, who believes ...

Without waiting for Meng Wan to show his aunt's smile, Yan Luo sent the next news.

Yan Luo: Another protagonist was replaced by four major judges, all of which wrote it.

There are a few more in the control group to ensure the accuracy of the experimental results. The four major judges are all tools in Yan Luo's eyes.

Meng Po:? Intersection Intersection

Meng Po: You mean, the protagonist write you and Cui Yan?

Yan Luo: Hmm.

Meng Po: ...

Yan Luo: Is there a problem?

Meng Po: ... No problem, if you wait, I will write it.

Meng Wan's expression was dull for a moment, putting on a painful mask.

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness Yan was this kind of god. He was not stuffy, but abnormal. The four grass on the side of the four nests didn't let go of one, or he was a general attack!

How can His Royal Highness Yan Yan be worthy of the pure and flawless death cub?

The CP of b is completely BE, Meng Wan is uncomfortable. From now on, she is just His Royal Highness of Yan Wang's career fans and dead gods. The two gods have since unblock in her heart.

Under the temptation of the year -end prize, Meng Wan quickly handed his hand, and he fired in half an hour later.

Yan Luo opened it, and looked at it carefully and calmly in the face of scientific research. Every line studied in words and sentences, and there was no feeling of red ears and red ears and red ears who looked at and the little death yesterday.

Seeing that he pressed Cui Yan in the corner, Yan Luo had no expression.

Seeing him and Lu Zhida complained with each other, Yan Luo frowned slowly.