Jiang Chuyan untied his belt, revealing a back that was as white as jade, with a light red mark on the butterfly bone, like a blooming red plum.

Yu Yuan breathed a little, his heartbeat skipped a beat, and he coughed softly, "There might have been mosquitoes last night."

"Are there mosquitoes?"

Jiang Chuyan tried to scratch the red mark on the collarbone, and said strangely: "But these mosquito bags are not itchy."

"It doesn't hurt, but the color turns red."

"Possibly a mutant mosquito."

Yu Yuan's eyes were clear, and he looked very convincing, "Some mosquito bites leave a mosquito bag that doesn't make people feel itchy."

Jiang Chuyan's amber eyes widened slightly, and he said in surprise, "It's amazing! Now even mosquitoes have evolved."

Yu Yuan's ears were slightly red, "Yes."

"Be sure to close all the doors and windows before going to bed tonight, and don't let the annoying mosquitoes run in again."

Jiang Chuyan sighed while changing his clothes, "When the mosquitoes bit me last night, I didn't even feel at all."

Yu Yuan seriously promised: "I will close all the windows tonight, so that no more mosquitoes will come in."

Jiang Chuyan put on his clothes, yawned so sleepily, and sleepwalked all the way to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, he sat down at the dining table for breakfast.

The breakfast was made by Yu Yuan himself.

Delicate xiao long bao, small custard buns and three dishes and one soup look delicious.

Jiang Chuyan picked up the soft custard bag and took a bite, suddenly feeling a little pain in the corner of his lips.

He tentatively touched the corner of his lips with his fingertips, and found that it seemed a little swollen.

How is this going.

Why did he wake up not only with a mosquito bag on his body, but even his lips were bitten?

Jiang Chuyan frowned and asked in confusion, "Husband, my mouth seems to be swollen."

Yu Yuan put a piece of green vegetables in the bowl of the young master, and his movements froze, pretending to be nonchalant and asking, "What?"

Jiang Chuyan put the custard bag back into the bowl, leaned in front of Yu Yuan and opened his lips, "Husband, help me to see, is it really swollen?"

The youth's moist lips opened slightly, and the lips were soft and red, as if asking for a kiss.

Last night, Yu Yuan knew how delicious these lips tasted.

Yu Yuan's eyes darkened a bit, pinching the boy's jaw, "Does it hurt, young master?"

Jiang Chuyan licked his lips, the color of his lips was moist, and he said blankly: "It doesn't hurt, it just feels a little strange."

Yu Yuan put his fingertips on his rosy lips, pressed it gently, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Does this hurt?"

Jiang Chuyan quickly patted Yu Yuan's hand away, tears welling up in his eyes, and muttered unhappily, "It hurts a bit!"

"Master, do you want to apply medicine?" Yu Yuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Jiang Chuyan held his jaw and thought for a few seconds.

He was thirsty and couldn't help but want to eat snacks, how could he continue to eat snacks after smearing medicine on his mouth. The medicine can be omitted, and the food cannot be eaten. Food is one of life's greatest joys.

"Forget it, no need to apply medicine. It should be fine after a while."

Jiang Chuyan gritted his teeth angrily, his eyes filled with water mist, and couldn't help scolding: "Which mosquito is so immoral that it still bites this place?! Is it a place where there is a lot of meat?"

Yu Yuan's expression froze, and then he calmly agreed: "Indeed, that mosquito doesn't talk about martial arts. I condemn him on behalf of the young master."

Jiang Chuyan snorted coldly, picked up the custard bun in the bowl, and vented his anger into the food.

After dinner.

Today is the start of school, and he is going to school again.

After staying at home for a long time, Jiang Chuyan didn't want to go to class at all, it was like going to the grave.

Jiang Chuyan packed up the professional book, and took the mobile phone next to him to take a look at the time.

A strange number sent him a text message.

Jiang Chuyan lifted his eyelids and clicked on the text message.

Sender: [I like your B]

Text message: [Yanyan, why didn't you come to school yesterday? I didn't see you yesterday, I miss you so much. Did you think of me? You certainly don't miss me, you probably don't even remember my name. But that's okay, I forgive you with a big heart. Yanyan, I have been following you for a long time and know where your home is. Do I want to find you? I really miss you after all! miss you so much! miss you so much! I miss you so much! You are so soft and fragrant in your arms, it makes me want to take a bite! Yanyan, I really like you! ! ! ! ! 】

[The picture below is a gift I gave you, I believe you will like it ^_^]

Jiang Chuyan frowned, speechless.

This man is sick.

Which lunatic sent him a harassing text message.

Jiang Chuyan's fingertips slid down.

A picture of bloody torture and murder suddenly appeared in front of him.

Horrible bright red blood almost overflowed the screen.

Seeing the bloody picture caught off guard, Jiang Chuyan screamed in fright, threw away the phone in a conditioned reflex, and gasped for breath.

In a state of stress, the whole person began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Yu Yuan came over worriedly, hugged the trembling boy, and said in a warm voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

Curled up in Yu Yuan's warm and familiar embrace, Jiang Chuyan swallowed, and his fear and panic slowly subsided.

Jiang Chuyan gasped in shock, his pupils were moist, and his voice trembled, "Someone sent me harassing text messages and terrifying pictures."

Yu Yuan comforted the young man in his arms, patted the young man's back lightly, and promised, "Don't be afraid, young master, I will resolve this matter."

"Husband." Jiang Chuyan got into the man's arms with red eyes, hugged Yu Yuan tightly, and drew a sense of security from Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan had a familiar and refreshing smell on his body. It was difficult to describe the specific smell. It somehow calmed his emotions and gradually calmed his mood.