High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1587 Red, red~
"No," Young Master Yang categorically vetoed. Those people's affairs didn't affect him at all. He was just a light sleeper, and he could hear the young man's movements clearly, but of course he wouldn't Said, the young man turned his back to him, and couldn't see his eyes flickering. After about two or three seconds, before the young man could answer the question, he casually laughed: "Well... I was thinking, a certain Will people want to play with shrimps, potatoes and green peppers tomorrow."

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

Haha, I just laughed :)
The cold feeling of falling in the lower abdomen was relieved too much by the warmth of Yang Moyan's hand.

The boy's body, which was still curled up, also relaxed a lot.

Obviously feeling the youth's ease, Yang Moyan withdrew his hand at this moment, sat up slightly, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows slightly, and turned her eyes to the past: "What's wrong?"

"Lie down and wait for me to come back."

Yang Moyan pinched the boy's face, lifted the quilt from the bed, and went straight out of the room.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't know what he was going to do, and she was a little baffled.

Unable to make up her mind, she didn't feel any sleepiness at this time, so she took out her mobile phone, and she casually flipped through it a few times.

But in about five or six minutes, the door of the room was pushed open again.

Lin Zhaoxia remembered in a daze.

At some point, the bedroom that was originally for her turned into a room with Yang Moyan.

And Yang Moyan's room.

Heh, this guy seems to have forgotten.

From the cup in front of him, a faintly hot and sweet smell drifted into the tip of his nose.

Lin Zhaoxia collected herself and looked over, only to find that it was a cup of rather dark red liquid.

She was dazed for a while, seeing that big bony hand holding the cup of unknown liquid was about to help her up, Lin Zhaoxia stepped back vigilantly: "What is this?"

Yang Moyan glanced at her indifferently: "Brown sugar water."

The brown sugar water boy still knows.

She relaxed, sat up and took it, the touch of her hand was very warm, as if there was a warm current passing through the tip of her heart, a little densely sweet.

The young man smiled, took it and drank it, and was embraced by Young Master Yang, and the bedside lamp was turned off.

This time the boy was relaxed, probably because he was well taken care of, and he slept particularly soundly this time.

This is the first time, when the teenager comes to menstruate every month, it is not so uncomfortable.

Then it was embarrassing the next day.

Yang Moyan didn't notice when he got up early.

The boy who got up later was stunned when he lifted the quilt.

The redness of the snow-white bed sheet made her want to sew it somewhere.

At this time there was a sound at the door, Lin Zhaoxia regained his composure, before the brain issued an order, the body had already taken a step ahead and directly covered the quilt back to that place with a backhand.

But before the boy could make any other moves, the door had already been pushed open from the outside.

Yang Moyan's figure suddenly appeared.

Lin Zhaoxia was inexplicably guilty, and her gaze flickered when she raised her eyes.

Yang Moyan keenly sensed something was wrong, and raised his brows slightly: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing," Lin Zhaoxia looked away, and said nonchalantly, "I just got up, and I took my time."

Yang Moyan didn't go to expose the young man's little lie, but said: "Go wash up, breakfast is ready."

Lin Zhaoxia snorted, but of course she wouldn't get out of bed in front of Young Master Yang, she just waved one hand: "You go downstairs first, I'll be fine soon."

(End of this chapter)