The more Rong Yue looked at it, the more she liked it: "It's pretty."

"Make you a scarf?"

Rong Yue: "..."

The future scarf lived in their house like this.

Of course, it detours when it sees Tianyang, and is very aware of current affairs, and it does not even dare to let go of a fart.

Rong Yue had nothing to do with the fox, and taught Tian Yang how to read and write. Because she couldn't go out, the progress was faster than usual.

For three days, the little fox got into trouble.

It usually scratches the door in the morning and asks Rongyue to let it go out to urinate, but today, don't know if it's too cold or something, but it actually urinates in the house! When Rongyue was holding it and licking it!

Even if Rong Yue threw it out in time, it still splashed on her body!

Rong Yue raised the devilish smile of "It's time to make a scarf".

But you need to support yourself, and you can only bear the consequences yourself.

"I've decided!" Rong Yue frantically tore off the clothes on her body, and soon she was naked and left with a pair of linen shorts: "From today onwards, it will be called a scarf!"

"..." The scarf hid in the corner and shivered.

Tian Yang had just gone to the kitchen to boil water, when he came back with a big wooden bucket, he saw Rong Yue's body at a glance.

"..." Tian Yang choked.

It was too cold, Rong Yue quickly took off the last layer of cloth, got into the bathtub, wiped her face wetly, raised her head and said to Tian Yang, "Will you take a shower together?"

Rong Yue's heart was beating like a drum, and she pretended to be calm. They didn't bathe together.

Because he felt awkward, he kept avoiding people in the shower.

But now they've all taken off, the water is hard to heat in winter, and they haven't showered for several days... well, all of them are excuses.

He just didn't want to be naked, but Tian Yang was well-dressed.

Tian Yang was silent, making Rong Yue hesitate to take back his words. After a long while, Tian Yang slowly took off his clothes.

All in all.

The water came up, and the calf was squeezed into the middle. Rong Yue could no longer control the redness on her face, and it was not right to stare at anywhere.

"I'll kill the scarf later." Rong Yue looked at the roof.

"Okay." Tian Yang condoned.

The scarf in the corner: …………? ? ?

...

It was getting dark outside, the bath was so warm, Rong Yue washed her hair too, and shrank wetly onto the bed.

Soon, Tian Yang followed.

Returning to zero branches couldn't be cut on the bed, and Rong Yue's plan was on the table inconvenient to move. He called out a book and continued to teach Tian Yang how to read.

They were arm to arm, hot to the heart.

Rong Yue pointed to the dialog box of the comic: "It's written here, [with close people, do | what you love to do...]", halfway through reading he felt bad: "Uh, these two are digging ear."

Tianyang: "..."

He grabbed the comic in Rong Yue's hand and turned to the cover.

The painting shows two people hugging and kissing, one with white hair and a blue-green forehead.

Although the chin is too pointed and the eyes are too big, but Tianyang is not blind, this painting is basically the moon!

Who is he kissing! ?

Rong Yue was stabbed by Tian Yang's sharp eyes, the holy light was extinguished with one click, and she said dryly: "They are really picking their ears."

Tianyang's face darkened: "Light up."

"Oh."

The room was lit up again, and Rong Yue explained angrily: "I took it wrong, this is the fan book given to me by the player, I wanted to get a friendship..."

"Friendship?"

"It's the people who painted this who imagined the relationship between me and an acquaintance of mine. They can think that we are friends or lovers." Rong Yue added: "Just like Lili and Xiaoxiao, they are all fantasy."

Tian Yang hummed, and slowly and carefully finished reading this R18 Little Yellow | Manga.

Although the text is half-understood, who made it a comic?

Tianyang's breathing became heavier, and a long-lost and uncontrollable anger rose in his body. The people on the screen are similar to Rong Yue, and they are doing intimate things with people they don't know in the world of the screen.

If it wasn't for rational control, Tian Yang would simply want to tear this book by hand.

Rong Yue's eyes were wet, her smile was embarrassing and she was genuine, and she was not afraid to lean over to look at it: "...At first, I really plucked my ears, look, this guy is still holding a cotton swab in his hand, the words in the dialog box It's [ah, a little deeper]..."

The sly little thing deliberately spoke in his ear, and the heat exhaled made Tianyang's ears warm.

Rong Yue finally couldn't help it, she burst out laughing, took a long breath before saying, "Seriously, I'll dig your ears too, right?"

In the end, Tian Yang obediently lay on Rong Yue's lap.

Rong Yue wrapped a small cloth around the branch and carefully stretched it into Tian Yang's ear.

This intimate action is more heart-wrenching than some R-rated footage.

Nervous, shaking hands. Rong Yue tried to relax, pretended not to care, and said a few jokes, and then watched Tian Yang's ears turn red.

Bloody red.

Is it too nervous, or too sensitive?

The scarf made a humming sound at the foot of the bed, Rong Yue ignored it, held her breath, and turned the twigs gently with concentration. After a while, he patted Tianyang: "Turn around."

Just now, Tianyang was facing outwards, but now he turned inwards. Rongyue's stomach was slightly warmed by the warm breathing through the clothes.

With his movements, Tianyang's other ear also turned red.

The four eyes met, the atmosphere became more sticky, Rong Yue was in a trance, and was suddenly pressed down by Tian Yang.

Rong Yue did not know how many times she had praised Tian Yang's appearance.

If there really is a god, the sun must have been kissed by a god when he was born.

Being looked at by such a person with fiery eyes, even Rong Yue had a hard time resisting.

Many times before, Rong Yue refused because he was afraid that the black pattern would change Tian Yang.But now, he can no longer deceive himself - the black pattern is a part of him, whether it is disguised cheerfulness or suppressed possessive madness, it is a reflection of his heart.