Quick Travel: The male supporting actor becomes cannon fodder and gets the heroine’s script

Si Shaochen's identity is inconvenient for too many people to know, there is only Xiaoyu who is close to him, and the rest of the slaves cannot enter Yan Qingmo's courtyard.

Yan Qingmo knew that the prince had begun to send people to find Si Shaochen, the news given by the Lone Cloud Tower.

Burning the envelope from the dark guard, Yan Qingmo hooked the corner of his mouth.

Spending a lot of money to entrust Gu Yunlou to find someone, looking for his morning morning, should it be said that this prince is smart or stupid.

Under Yan Qingmo's careful care, Si Shaochen's body gradually improved, and his sleeping time was gradually decreasing, but he still bathed with Yan Qingmo.

Si Shaochen opened his eyes and saw what Yan Qingmo was writing with a pen, his thin lips opened slightly, and he called Yan Qingmo's name.

Yan Qingmo's vigorous pen Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance, a letter was written, and a man dressed in black like a shadow guard quickly took the letter and left.

"Awake?"

Si Shaochen nodded: "What time is it?" "

The hour of bathing." Yan Qingmo gently pinned Si Shaochen's long hair hanging in front of his forehead behind his ear.

The white underwear hung loosely on Si Shaochen's body, of course, it was not from sleeping, it was he who deliberately untied his clothes before going to bed. The white chest and delicate collarbone were in full view, and Yan Qingmo tied his underwear with his eyes.

"Don't get cold."

"Hmm." Si Shaochen nodded obediently, "Mo Mo said so." During

this time, Si Shaochen grew a lot of meat, and the lean bones before were bulging, and his cheeks were sunken. Now Si Shaochen's face was rosy, but he pinched the soft flesh around his waist dissatisfiedly.

"Let's go out for a walk, I want to go out with Momo."

"Good."

Si Shaochen turned over and stuck to Yan Qingmo, and he slowly exhaled. Yan Qingmo paused and put his arm around Si Shaochen's waist.

"I want to practice martial arts." In fact, he wanted to refine the original abs, looking at the eight-pack abs and pectoralis in front of him, Si Shaochen was hungry, he didn't want to do something at that time, as soon as he took off his clothes, his stomach was a whole piece of meat, and the other party's figure was perfect.

He satisfied his own eyes, and that could not pollute Yan Qingmo's eyes, who didn't like beautiful flesh.

"I'll teach you."

Si Shaochen's eyebrows curved with a smile, he stretched his hand into the water, slapped the surface of the water, Yan Qingmo was caught off guard, and was thrown a face of water.

"Hahaha-" Si Shaochen was playful, he got down from Yan Qingmo, fortunately, the bath was big enough, he was a meter away from Yan Qingmo, and splashed water on Yan Qingmo.

In the chaos, his hands were caught, and Yan Qingmo's face dripped with water, falling drop by drop in the bath, splashing a small ripple.

"After washing, go... Let's go. Si Shaochen suddenly stammered, he broke free from Yan Qingmo's big hand, and Yan Qingmo held the wrists of his two hands together with one hand, unable to move.

Yan Qingmo looked at him deeply, he raised Si Shaochen's hands above his head, and his face was getting closer and closer to Si Shaochen.

Si Shaochen held his breath, looking at the perfect face that was getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

The distance was close enough to feel the other party's breath, but the lips never felt the soft touch, Si Shaochen waited for a long time, and finally opened his eyes and saw the corners of Yan Qingmo's smiling lips, and his eyebrows were curved and gentle like water.

Si Shaochen was furious, and he violently pushed Yan Qingmo away.

This man plays him!

Yan Qingmo's hearty laughter sounded behind him, and Si Shaochen's face burned with panic, and he almost fled back into the room.

He touched his hot cheeks, thinking in his heart whether Yan Qingmo was thinking about the things promised by his body? Nameless and scoreless, do not dare to kiss him? But they all bathed together, is the name so important?

Pinching the newly grown soft flesh on his stomach, Si Shaochen was puzzled, the ancient people were feudal, thinking about it, Yan Qingmo came back.

"Tomorrow morning, we can go to the countryside for a picnic."

Si Shaochen shook his head, he raised his head and looked at Yan Qingmo with a big face: "I want to go to the Lonely Cloud Tower, is that okay?"

"Yes."

Si Shaochen's appearance was too well-behaved, Yan Qingmo couldn't help but stretch out his hand and rub Si Shaochen's face: "But you have to put on a mask, and you can't take it off when you get to the bedroom."

"No problem." Si Shaochen blinked his eyes, "Is the mask I wear the same as Momo's?"

Yan Qingmo smiled: "You will know tomorrow, rest first." Lying

on the same bed, Si Shaochen nestled in Yan Qingmo's arms, he supported his upper body and looked at Yan Qingmo's sleeping face.

Si Shaochen stared at it for a long time, thinking that this person would really pretend to sleep, and he used his fingertips to slide from Yan Qingmo's forehead to his chin, and then to his white and slender neck, Yan Qingmo's breathing did not change.

Lowering his head and gently dropping a kiss on his forehead, Si Shaochen lowered his voice: "Good dream, Momo."

Yan Qingmo opened his eyes and looked directly at Si Shaochen with bright eyes.

Si Shaochen smiled: "Woke you up?" "

Nope." He didn't fall asleep at all, Yan Qingmo paused, "Chenchen Fangcai, what are you doing?" "

Just woke up?" Si Shaochen took advantage of the effort to speak, and had already got back into the bed.

Yan Qingmo nodded: "Hmm."

"Didn't do anything." Si Shaochen pondered, who would not lie, and the acquaintance quickly came over and kissed him, otherwise he and Yan Qingmo would not finish taking a bath.

Yan Qingmo lay on his side and wrapped Si Shaochen's body in his arms, Si Shaochen raised his head to look at him, his eyes were clear, did not contain a trace of impurities, and he wanted to see it very much... Defile him.

Reaching out to cover Si Shaochen's eyes, his lips touching his soft lips, just a kiss like a dragonfly like water, it was enough to make him crazy.

Yan Qingmo suppressed the impatience in his brain, his voice was dumb, and his voice was magnetic and demagogic: "Sleep."

When Si Shaochen blinked, his long eyelashes scratched Yan Qingmo's palm, tickling, as if he was gently scratching the softest part of his heart.

Si Shaochen was satisfied, took the initiative to hug Yan Qingmo's waist, did not forget to pretend to sleep, and reached into his clothes to stroke the neat eight-pack abs of the yard.