Yu Yuan wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, feeling an unreal dizziness in the whole world.

Jiang Chuyan smiled with peach blossom eyes, "Husband, how come you don't even know how to post."

"Stupid husband."

When Jiang Chuyan laughed, there would be shallow dimples on the corners of his lips, which was playful and cute.

Yu Yuan couldn't help reaching out and gently poked the small dimple on the boy's cheek.

Gently poke it with your fingertips, and the snow-white soft meat sinks into a piece, which is very flexible.

Jiang Chuyan covered his face and glared at Yu Yuan angrily, "Why did you poke me?"

Yu Yuan said without thinking, "Young master is very soft."

what soft? Are you mocking him?

Jiang Chuyan said fiercely, "You are soft. I am very hard!"

"For someone like you, I can hit ten with one punch! It's just that I don't like to do it."

As he spoke, Jiang Chuyan couldn't help blushing. In fact, Yu Yuan could beat him to the ground with a single finger.

"Young master is right." Yu Yuan laughed.

Jiang Chuyan's face was flushed red, and he said, "Don't laugh, be serious."

"Okay." Yu Yuan suppressed the curvature of the corners of his lips, and the lines of his lips tightened.

Jiang Chuyan curled up in Yu Yuan's arms. This place was too dark, and he waited too long, and he was a little sleepy.

Suddenly touching the scar on Yu Yuan's wrist, Jiang Chuyan touched it curiously, "Hey, what is this?"

There was a slight numbness from the scar on the wrist, Yu Yuan hurriedly retracted his wrist and covered up: "Tattoo."

The scar on his wrist is the scar he left from before. He didn't want the teenager to see such an ugly scar.

Jiang Chuyan couldn't see clearly, but he could feel the slightly convex scab.

"You lied to me."

Jiang Chuyan has never gotten a tattoo, but he knows some common sense, "Whose tattoo will bulge out, do you think it's a mural on the body?"

Jiang Chu's tone of voice could not be rejected, "Let me see."

Yu Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the boy in his arms. The boy curled up in his arms, his snow-white cheeks were flushed with light red, and his temperament was pure and pure.

The young master is squeamish and dignified, as timid as a cat, what should he do if he is frightened.

Yu Yuan hesitated: "Master, it's not that I don't want to show you, it's that I'm afraid of scaring you."

Jiang Chuyan raised his head and blinked, "No."

Jiang Chuyan gently tugged at his cuff, and said softly, "Husband, let me see."

In desperation, Yu Yuan had no choice but to stretch out his wrist.

Jiang Chuyan rubbed his eyes, the scene in front of him was pitch black.

"It's too dark here, I can't see clearly."

Jiang Chuyan took Yu Yuan's hand and walked to a brighter place.

With the light, he could clearly see the scar on Yu Yuan's wrist.

The scars are dark red and appear to have been scabbed over for a long time. With such a deep wound, it was obvious that he had used a lot of strength when he self-harmed.

Jiang Chuyan was very afraid of pain, and when he bumped his wrist a little, it would hurt for a long time with tears in his eyes.

He couldn't imagine how painful such a deep wound would be.

What a painful thing, Yu Yuan would hurt his body like this.

Thinking of the original plot, Yu Yuan was born and abandoned by his father, grew up under the beating and abuse of his mother, and even wanted to take Yu Yuan, who was only twelve years old, with him before his biological mother died. Yu Yuan, who is only twelve years old, must be so desperate to encounter such a thing.

The pale words that originally only stayed on the paper were suddenly displayed clearly and sharply in front of Jiang Chuyan's eyes.

Jiang Chuyan's heart was suddenly stabbed, sour emotions poured out, and the whole heart was soaked in bitterness.

He was pampered by his family since he was a child, and the biggest grievance he ever suffered was being snatched away from his favorite toy by his peers. never thought that there would be another person in the world who is going through such a terrible thing.

"Husband..." Jiang Chuyan's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a circle of red around his eyes.

Yu Yuan wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Chuyan raised his eyes, the amber pupils were full of water, and the peach blossom eyes were gleaming, as if he was about to cry.

Yu Yuan asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Is the scar so ugly that it scared the young master?"

Jiang Chuyan stretched out his right hand and gently touched the scar with his fingertips, his voice muffled, "Husband, you must be in pain."

Seeing that the young master's pupils were moist, and the tip of his nose was dyed light red, he looked pitiful.

Yu Yuan touched the young master's head and tried his best to comfort him: "It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything."

I really don't feel anything.

He was used to this level of pain.

The scar on the wrist is scarlet and looks ugly.

Inexplicably, Yu Yuan didn't want the boy to see such an ugly side of him. He wanted to withdraw his right hand, but the boy held on to his wrist.

He lowered his voice, "Master, don't look at it, it's too ugly."

Suddenly, Yu Yuan's voice suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

A soft touch came from the scar.

Jiang Chuyan leaned down slightly, and his lips touched his scar.

Moisturized lips gently adhered to it.

Slightly moist.

The heat from his breath splattered on the scar, causing it to tingle.

The bones all over the body seemed to have countless ants moving, and the dense itching spread between the bones, itching so much that Yu Yuan's whole body was faintly numb.

"Husband, kiss."

Yu Yuan's brain stopped, staring blankly at the boy.

Under the shock of intense emotions, Yu Yuan looked stunned, and he couldn't even speak completely, "You...why...want..."

The boy's lips were red, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, and there was a bright broken light.

"Kiss, it won't hurt anymore."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles for the stronger ones; 5 bottles for Ji Anche on the left and Song Yu on the right, thank you babies for the nutrient solution o(*≧▽≦)ツ啵唧

Chapter 17

Jiang Chuyan held his wrist, and there was an unbearable itching from the scar.