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chapter 24
Chapter 24 Rejection Confession
The child stretched his hand over and explored the quilt of yi zhongshen.
Touching the tender and cool touch, Yi Zhongshen instinctively stopped.
He really dare not ...
Let Bo Xiyun touch too deep.
Yi Zhongshen was very smoothly blocking the young man's hand. When Bo Xiyun touched his arm, he stopped moving, and only stuck his small arm with soft palms.
The child was so faint, and even his eyes could not be opened at this time. His beautiful face was buried in the pillow. Hands also touched Yi Zhongshen. Within a few seconds, the whole person had no movement.
Seems to be asleep again.
Yi zhongshen relieved silently.
Children should really rest.
Yi Zhongshen looked down at the quilt of the two. Want to know if Bo Xiyun's soft arm was exposed outside, and it would be cold if you couldn't build the quilt.
But as soon as he moved with his other hand, he suddenly realized a little lightness posted on his arm.
Bo Xiyun's hand was covered with his hand, and he moved again with a massage technique.
Yi zhongshen raised his eyes and found that the boy sleeping beside him did not open his eyes.
The child was already asleep, but the subconscious was still relieved. It was almost unconsciously continued to massage, remembering to appease him.
The strength of the teenager's palm was not heavy. Just a few times, even less than half a minute, his movement slowed down and gradually stopped.
The thin fingers were softly put on Yi Zhongshen's arm, as if lost their strength, confused.
I fell asleep again.
After stopping for a while, his hand seemed to realize that he had a job again, and suddenly he moved again. He continued to touch Yi Zhongshen with a soft strength and pressed him twice.
"..."
In the darkness, Yi Zhongshen stared at the darkness of the roof, grinding his thin lips with the tip of his teeth.
He gradually felt that he would be so awake now, but he was not at all to be insomnia and stress.
It is naturally impossible for Yi Zhongshen to continue to massage the other party again, not to mention that it is too obvious to him.
This is just this way to massage intermittently, and Bo Xiyun can't sleep well.
When the slender fingers woke up from the dozen for the third time, and began to rub Yi Zhongshen's arm softly, Yi Zhongshen turned his back, holding the teenager's fingers directly.
"Sleep."
The slightly cool fingers were warm and warm in the palm, and it was thin and soft in the palm.
Yi zhongshen's chest was shallow and whispered.
"I'm all right."
The boy didn't open his eyes, but his fingers held.
Bo Xiyun is too thin, there is no soft meat even on the belly of his fingers, like a thin layer of bones, he holds his fingertips in his palm, just a little tender touch.
As if responding, the boy's fingers moved, and the slender tail finger slipped into Yi Zhongshen's fingers inadvertently.
The fingertips were close to the heat source, and when they were held, they stopped moving.
Yi zhongshen held the boy's hand and took a long breath.
But soon, Yi Zhongshen found out.
He still underestimated Bo Xiyun's determination to put people to sleep.
A few minutes after the boy calmed his hands down, he moved his face out of the soft pillow that was buried deep inside, closed his eyes, and murmured something.
Bo Xiyun was half asleep and half awake, and he couldn't speak clearly. Even Yi Zhongshen couldn't fully hear it, and only vaguely distinguished a few words.
it seems that
"Help you count."
But then, Yi Zhongshen knew what the other party wanted to say.
Because he heard, the child who had been sleepy enough to sleep several times, counted in a soft voice but very seriously.
"One hundred fifty-six, one hundred and fifty-seven..."
It was exactly what Bo Xiyun said before, the method he used to fall asleep.
Zero to one thousand, count before going to bed.
I think it's because he was half asleep and half awake, and the child's consciousness is not very awake now, so he directly counts down from the count before he fell asleep.
The others were sleepy and groggy, and their voices had a strong nasal tone, softening the icy numbers.
When people listen carefully, they feel that it is not like counting.
It's more like... coquettish.
The boy's nasal voice was sticky and soft, and the tail voice was a little sleepy and slightly hoarse. That husky voice fell on human ears, more like it was wrapped in fine-grained icing sugar and rolled on the tip of the heart, making it ticklish.
The young man was vague, still reciting.
"One hundred and sixty-three, one hundred and seventy-four..."
Too tired to count all wrong.
Yi zhongshen sighed slightly, raised his hand, and gently covered the teenager's lips.
His original intention was to let the other party stop counting and sleep peacefully, but when the palm of his hand really touched the too soft and delicate lips, Yi Zhongshen's hand still paused.
Under the cover of the night, the blue veins on the back of the hands throbbed slightly, silently tensing.
At this time, Bo Xiyun, whose lips were covered, also opened his eyes in a daze, and looked slightly blankly at Yi Zhongshen, who covered his mouth.
"Well……?"
Yi Zhongshen did not explain.
He softened the force of the palm that was covering the person, and took it directly.
"1175, 176."
The slightly dumb low magnetic voice is much clearer than that of Bo Xiyun's counting.
But with enough to protect people to sleep calmly.
Yi Zhongshen took the work of Bo Xiyun, and was still counting the gap, reminded lightly.
"Close your eyes."
The teenager's long eyelashes blinked, and his eyes closed obediently.
Yi Zhongshen continued to whisper.
Xu had forgotten, or maybe because of what deliberately ignored the selfishness, his hand still covered the boy's thin face and did not take it back.
This also made him aware of the soft touch of the palm of his palm for the first time.
It was almost silent, Bo Xiyun's whisper.
Yi Zhongshen retracted his hand slightly at this time and asked in a low voice.
"what?"
The teenager sleeping was drowsy, his eyelashes moved gently, and he couldn't open his eyes. After a few seconds, he murmured and repeated.
It's still a very light voice.
"Sound ... sound."
After speaking, the teenager still buried his face habitually.
But now Bo Xiyun's pillow is not the original soft pillow. He moved his face into the palm of Yi Zhongshen, who was buried aside.
He felt nothing, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and he still stunned in his warm palms.
The teenager exhaled some light nasal sound again.
Like Yi Zhongshen had seen it at Gu Sheng's house, when the long -haired gold gradient was scratched by the chin to comfortable, the soft grunt sound in his throat.
"one hundred……"
Yi Zhongshen's original low counting sound stopped.
After a while, he realized.
I have forgotten where to count.
I just thought that the children were trapped.
Yi Zhongshen was clearly awake, but there was no little friend who was trapped.
Yi zhongshen moved the throat knot and could only start counting again.
"1175, 176 ..."
When Yi Zhongshen's palm was spread out, the teenager's face was buried in his palm.
Those who have been depicted countless times in the air, the thin soft meat on the cheeks, was finally touched by the real feeling at this moment.
And there is no obstruction and completely trust.
The touch was softer and tender than everything he had ever had, and Yi Zhongshen only felt like holding a boom in the palm of his palm.
It's like a clear clouds.
And even if the cloud was sleepy, he was still holding Yi Zhongshen.
After a while, he walked towards him slowly along the warm and powerful palm root.
It is clearly not sober and unconscious, but still missed him almost instinctively.
In the end, Yi Zhongshen put the arm he had been inspired by the teenager's pillow, and the boy finally stopped going down.
In the sound of low magnetic and calm thoughts, Bo Xiyun stuck to the opponent's wrist with his cheeks, holding the tight arm in his arms, and then fell asleep with peace of mind.
The soft and Wen Yu was on the side, until the end, Yi Zhongshen didn't remember, and he had counted a few.
Looking at the quiet and quiet face beside him, Yi Zhongshen sighed again.
He is slightly helpless, but in fact, it is difficult to blame his self -control.
Even if it is enough to excessive ideas, it cannot be reached one tenth of the true touches.
It is Bo Xiyun too much.
It is even more cute than expected.
It is difficult to dye the original cold winter night.
The movement at night has been several times inexplicable.
I don't know if it is good or bad.
But when Bo Xiyun woke up in the morning, he did sleep well.
Although she slept late last night, Bo Xiyun didn't feel sleepy at all, and felt that the exhaustion was gone back, and the whole person seemed to be lazily soaked in a gentle warm spring.
In subconscious, he closed his eyes to the most comfortable warm and hot source.
Good incense.
The sense of body feel is better than consciousness. Bo Xiyun slowly took a long breath, and felt that his lips and teeth were full of thin fragrance.
He likes the taste of the senior, and the kind of frosty snow.
Before, Wu Ying also asked Bo Xiyun to help choose a lot of perfumes. At that time, he didn't quite understand why there were so many people who liked to spend a lot of money to buy additional odors.
At this moment, at this moment, the whole body was immersed in this light cold fragrance.
Bo Xiyun can suddenly understand.
If any perfume is the taste of the senior, maybe when he earns enough money, he will also buy it.
Bo Xiyun fans thoughtfully, until he was a little sober that he realized that something was wrong.
Why is there the atmosphere of seniors here?
Bo Xiyun remembers that he came to sleep together last night, but he also remembered that the two were sleeping separately.
It is unlikely to smell so clearly.
Hesitant, Bo Xiyun opened his eyes, and then saw the tight neck of the boy's muscle in front of him.
But the separation is even nearly enough to let him see the blue blood vessels under the other skin and the thin throat knot.
"..."
Bo Xiyun blinked silently.
The situation in front of him was awake, and after waking up, Bo Xiyun found the wrong current now ——
The cold gray quilt wrapped before bedtime seemed to have been squeezed away, and most of them were covered on him, but the quilt of the senior.
Without the obstruction of the velvet quilt, Bo Xiyun was directly posted on the other side's chest, not just the snow -like atmosphere, but even the temperature of Yi Zhongshen clearly passed over.
... Even what he was holding in his arms was the senior's arm.
How did you sleep until the senior?
Bo Xiyun couldn't help but reflect.
Is he the taste of the senior too much, and when he likes to fall asleep, he will be unconscious?
Bo Xiyun can see that this should be his own problem, because the boys on the side of the body are very neat, without any stretching and tilt.
... Except the arm hugged by Bo Xiyun.
But Bo Xiyun himself, but somehow came over from the other side of the bed, and fell asleep directly into the arms of the other party.
What made Bo Xiyun most unable to reflect was that he just followed the heat source and closer to the boy's chest.
It's like treating the senior as a warm water bag.
Since the winter, when Bo Xiyun gets up early in the morning, he has always been cold and cold, and the thick quilt is always cold.
He would go to morning training before, and one thing was because he felt that he was too cold. Once it was cold, it would be difficult to warm himself.
After the morning exercise lasted for many days, Bo Xiyun's body did have some improvement than before.
But that's not more direct than now.
Bo Xiyun was lying silently in the warm arms that could not be comfortable, and he was nostalgic, and he couldn't help self -reflection.
... No matter how comfortable, you shouldn't be in his arms.
The only thing that made Bo Xiyun feel a little gratifying is that the senior on the side seemed to be asleep and was not awakened by himself.
The sound of boys' breathing is very calm.
It seems that the senior should have a good rest last night.
Bo Xiyun swallowed slowly, holding his breath.
He carefully tried to move himself back.
Bo Xiyun's arms were still holding the other's arm, and he didn't dare to release it directly. He could only move slowly, as carefully as possible, and didn't want to wake up Yi Zhongshen.
Fortunately, the hotel's bed was good, even if he moved or even turned over, he would not get any noise.
I don't know how long, Bo Xiyun finally moved out of an inch, no longer close to each other.
He was relieved, and he was trying to continue his work, and returned the other's arm.
But the next second, Bo Xiyun's waist was suddenly tight.
After finally being moved away, the body was immediately taken back to the original, even closer to the previous posture.Even Bo Xiyun's back of the head was held by the warm palm, and he pressed it lightly in his arms.
Bo Xiyun was directly circled back to the warm arms.
Paste tightly without gaps.