Chapter 295 Dragon Bad
The candle in the tent went out and Shen Qianluo fell into a deep sleep.
The silver hair spread out naturally, scattering from the neck and chest, and the posture of hugging Longlong turned into an unconscious curling up due to the other party's transformation.
His whole body softened in the quilt, his crow-like eyelashes should have drooped sleepily, but they trembled uneasily because of the warmth's departure. The boy's soul was damaged now, and his body was a little weak despite his tall and handsome appearance. His thin lips were slightly parted, and the subtle breathing sound was vivid in the dimness.
The god curled up into a ball, looking more like a small animal sleeping in the deep silence. He has no deterrent power or aggressiveness, and only makes people feel soft and fragile.
Zhongli lingered on his cheek, but felt that he was not careful enough. His vertical pupils were hidden in the darkness, and when his patience was revealed, his eyes, as warm as amber, became even warmer and deeper. He leaned over gently and fell ().
He had to drink slowly and carefully, restraining himself and keeping calm, his half-raised shoulders forming a shadow that enveloped everyone.
It is a pity that warm wine cannot sober you from the worldly affairs. No matter how soft the moonlight is, it will stop at a certain point, and you will be so drunk that your silky black hair will slowly flow.
At this moment when his fingertips were clasped with the silk ribbon, Zhongli still remained sober and did not act recklessly.
First of all, he should be restrained, not too (). He had to go to work and punch in the next day. If others saw something strange, it would be a disgrace to the gods. The little fox would be so angry that he would ignore Longlong for a few days. He couldn't do that, and he couldn't bear to do that.
Secondly, it is a major issue related to Longlong's vest. Although the boy's sleep quality is the best in his life, there is still a possibility of waking up. As a dragon who controls rock elements and rock creations, he can't use the real thing, but there are many substitutes.
Finally, Longlong couldn't stand it anymore, especially on the night when the boy teased a group of strange men and even enjoyed himself so much that he wanted to abandon Long and run away from home to have fun.
Shen Qianluo is a god, Longlong is also a god, and it is not a matter of who can command whom, but the naughty incidents of going back and forth between other people’s gentleness and affection still need to be () (slightly).
He raised his hand to set up a soundproof and earthquake-proof barrier, and the night came to an end... and began.
Shen Qianluo () felt that the air was much hotter, and there seemed to be unusual sounds coming from all around, like breathing, but also like,
Then again, at this moment, he was probably (omitted). It wasn't a physical takeoff, but...
?
Why do I feel peaceful and contented?
, it is impossible to fully summarize the situation of (). It is like the inexplicable (
(slightly),
.
Maybe it's not just the ground, but () everywhere is shaking, (),...
(slightly
(Throw away, little skirt)
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When Zhongli was most immersed in admiring the scene, he suddenly met the dazed gaze of the young man.
The crystal light shattered in the boy's pupils. He saw him and felt uncomfortably (slightly).
The god was still in his arms, holding his neck, looking up at his handsome profile. The boy looked sleepy and lazy, with a hint of doubt on his face. His voice was hoarse and like a dream: "...Ali?"
(slightly)
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Shen Qianluo's pretty face was full of confusion.
On the second day, the dim morning light spread all over the earth, and he finally woke up at noon when the sun was high in the branches.
The people outside the tent tried to wake Shen Qianluo up but failed repeatedly. They could only stare at his red face as he huddled up in a ball, helplessly. Under the gaze of Longlong who was squatting obediently in the boy's arms, they sighed and left, and started chatting outside the tent.
Strange to say.
Shen Qianluo stood up sleepily, holding his head, and wanted to roll off the bed neatly...
I almost fell down on the spot.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with a confused look on his face, his white shirt and pajamas just covering his thighs, the boy checked his injuries and found that his frail body was not caused by the wounds that had already healed.
Shen Qianluo continued to be in a daze, staring at his tight and slender legs shining in the light.
Wait, was he dreaming?
Dream, dream...
His expression changed slightly, and the boy looked at Longlong, who was curiously tilting his head to observe him, and suddenly realized something.
No wonder she's so weak.
I guess it must be the unhealthy content of the dream that caused me to stay awake for almost the entire night and not get a good rest.
The young master didn't know how to convince himself, he couldn't help but frown, and put on his clothes awkwardly, his fingertips accidentally rubbed his belly, his expression became more depressed and subtle.
In the content he vaguely remembered, there were even interesting divine patterns left behind where the brush had passed. The bright light shone in the darkness and chaos, and he stared at it absentmindedly. It was quite beautiful...
…No! I am the great young master.
...But as the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
………Do I like being treated like that…?
So Longlong sat there obediently, watching his young master sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on his clothes rather clumsily, shaking his head to shake off his erect hair, his face changing from confusion, to shock, to anxiety, and finally turning red on the spot.
She covered her face to hide her awkwardness and taught Longlong a lesson in a stern manner: "Good boy, don't peek, or you will become a bad Longlong."
The good dragon tilted his head with a puzzled look, jumped onto the boy's soft thighs, and even wagged his tail: ~