[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 122: Marriage (2)

I don't know which side the god on the shrine is, but it really looks like a living person.

And God is the only one that Lin Huaisheng now cognition is so special and romantic.

Lin Huaisheng raised his head suddenly: "Aren't you coming down yet?"

He asked the statue, taking it as Him.

"The platform is so high and it's so cold on top, I might not be able to climb it."

Lin Huaisheng never said such words before. He enjoyed games and chased excitement. For these psychological pleasures, he was sometimes willing to follow the rules. . But he breaks right now at the start.

She took the initiative to escape from the identity of the patriarch's wife who had just lost her husband, and turned back to Lin Huaisheng herself.

When he violated the rules of the game, he still had the rules of the game to accompany him.

The statue is neither sad nor happy, the most vivid and ruthless are the eyes, neither open nor closed, but a restrained state of wanting to raise but not, as if Lin Huaisheng could wake him up the next moment.

But Lin Huaisheng stopped.

"Okay."

He rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to wipe the fine incense ash overflowing from the table.

"I'm going to rest."

"I miss you very much."

Lin Huaisheng dropped these few words lightly, and really went to the back room, intending to rest. When he showed his thin but vigorous back, the thin line of smoke in the incense burner suddenly slanted, like invisible fingertips, stretching towards Lin Huaisheng, which was both gentle and convincing.

Lin Huaisheng soon fell asleep. In the game world, his lover is omnipotent, and He is everywhere. The whole world seems to be His embrace. Lin Huaisheng feels at ease here.

Some people came and went, Lin Huaisheng felt a little subconsciously, but he didn't bother to open his eyes. Maybe it was the little maid who brought the porridge, but seeing that the lady was asleep, she didn't dare to disturb her. But there are others.

The other party sat on the edge of the bed very carefully, perhaps not even touching the bed, as if there was some sacred treasure on the bed, but there was only Lin Huaisheng who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Lin Huaisheng was in a daze for a while, but he couldn't wake up, so he simply didn't wake up. He knew it was him. As for which one it is, it is not known.

He watched Lin Huaisheng for a long time. In his dream, Lin Huaisheng could feel the tenderness of extreme concentration. After watching for a while, he helped Lin Huaisheng cover the quilt meticulously. Lin Huaisheng slept in a decent sleeping position and didn't need to cover up with a quilt yet, but he still wanted to. The first thing he learned and the fastest to express was his concern for Lin Huaisheng, and sometimes it was meaningless.

Lin Huaisheng felt that it would be better to come to his dream.

Didn't you agree to wait for the meeting?

But he is gone. Maybe come back again. Lin Huaisheng in his sleep couldn't tell how long the period had passed, or whether there had been any substitutions at all. The quilt covering his neck was pulled back again, and Lin Huaisheng felt that he was in a hurry even in his sleep. Then, Lin Huaisheng heard the other party's voice.

"You're already in a dream, and you still have to frown."

In short, Lin Huaisheng could hear clearly. He then thought, did he really frown?

The fingertip landed on his brow, it was very light at first, and then became heavy. The owner of the finger seemed to want to rub the so-called wrinkle away and melt it before he was willing. Then, the fingertips followed the lines of Lin Huaisheng's facial features, and pressed and kneaded in the same way. The feeling brought by this kind of touch seems to be for a treasure that is extremely rare in my heart, and I can't leave it for a moment. Hands, but also toss and turn to play.

Lin Huaisheng was itchy from being rubbed by him, and there was something else. He couldn't help moving, as if he was catering to the other party's behavior.

He laughed, the meaning was unclear, and immediately, there seemed to be a very close person in front of Lin Huaisheng, and their breaths were intertwined, and Lin Huaisheng's eyelashes even had His breath descending on them.

"That's great."

"Shengsheng, I really don't want you to be sad."

Miao Jiayang exposed Lin Huaisheng's upper body from the quilt, and after playing with his face enough, he came to kiss Lin Huaisheng's hair again. Miao Jiayang gently held a strand, and even put it on his lips to kiss it.

"Of course, you shouldn't be sad."

"Sister-in-law and elder brother are young couples, are they deeply affectionate? I don't think so."

Sitting beside Lin Huaisheng's bed, Miao Jiayang kissed the first strand of hair and then kissed the second strand. Three wisps... In the quiet interior, everything is like a picture scroll, yet so strange. Thousands of long hair, kiss forever.

"If Miao Xuandu is dead, the patriarch will still be someone else. You are the wife of the patriarch after all. You have nothing to lose .

"

It was also split in half, one half remembered Lin Huaisheng's good, and the other half hated his bad. This made him extremely split, and it was no wonder what he said and what he looked like.

He suddenly laughed again, with a hint of teasing in his gentleness, his fingertips returned to the place where he started, gently rubbing Lin Huaisheng's eyebrows.

"Can my sister-in-law hear me in her dream?"

"I won't say anything."

After a while, Miao Jiayang withdrew his hand and covered Lin Huaisheng with the quilt again.

"Shengsheng, I will be the next patriarch, don't worry."

Lin

Huaisheng slept for a long time, and it was really heavy. When he woke up, it was dusk. He sat on the bed in a daze for a while, and figured it out: it was probably the same as the previous copy, he fell asleep and couldn't wake up, and it was very likely that there was His handwriting in it.

As soon as Lin Huaisheng checked in, the servant girl said that Miao Jiayang had invited a few guests to dinner, and if Lin Huaisheng woke up, he would be invited over.

"I see."

Lin Huaisheng replied, he was also curious about the players, and originally planned to find an opportunity to inquire about the news from the players.

This time when he was the npc, he only knew the corresponding story background and life experiences of the characters. And the patriarch's wife, Lin Huaisheng, is introverted and lives in seclusion all day long. Except for his recently deceased husband Miao Xuandu, she seems to be unable to speak to anyone else, leaving Lin Huaisheng with extremely limited vision and information.

Lin Huaisheng is not only satisfied with playing an NPC, he loves the process of unraveling a secret very much.

Lin Huaisheng got dressed and was about to go. Passing by the shrine, he saw that the incense stick before going to bed had burned out. He wanted to light another one, but he took his hand and quickly retracted it.

He repeated this, but his tone was normal.

"When will you come to me, and when will I offer incense to you again."

He said, leaving the statue sitting alone on the altar and leaving.

When Lin Huaisheng came to the front hall, Miao Jiayang and the six players were there, and there were many servants serving, but the housekeeper Zhong Ye was not there.

Seeing him coming, Miao Jiayang stood up and opened the seat for Lin Huaisheng himself. Lin Huaisheng didn't refuse and just sat down. During this process, there were already small chattering sounds from the players.

"This little uncle, you have nothing to do to be courteous, and you have ulterior motives." Someone

in the crowd said that.

It's no wonder that players have this kind of thinking. It's human nature to love to watch gossip, and it's a vulgarity that people can't escape. What's more, Miao Jiayang is not easy at all. He and Lin Huaisheng did not sit next to each other, in addition to adhering to the necessary defense of uncle and sister-in-law, there was an empty chair between them - that belonged to Miao Xuandu who was lying in the coffin now.

As long as the patriarch hasn't been replaced for a day, even if he dies, the seat will still be his.

Lin Huaisheng pretended not to hear what the players said, but Miao Jiayang just ignored it calmly and gave Lin Huaisheng a spoonful of shrimp stew. It is estimated that only He can still go his own way before many people, and there is no such human being in his eyes. But Lin Huaisheng prefers to call this kind of behavior the stinking shamelessness of a stinky man.

A "widow" whose husband just died, and a young and strong man, can the uncle and sister-in-law speak clearly?

Lin Huaisheng followed the character design, put down his chopsticks with a snap, and kept a cold face. His cold beauty made him the most inescapable presence in the room.

Although Lin Huaisheng didn't say a word, the sign of resistance was very obvious. The maids and servants all lowered their heads, shuddering, and the players didn't speak. They felt strange in their hearts, because of the sudden turn of events, and also because of Miao Jiayang's insistence for no reason, even daring to let people see him in person.

Miao Jiayang didn't say much, he just said two words.

"Eat."

Lin Huaisheng didn't move at first, what the patriarch's wife would do was afraid of a brat who didn't know if he was the patriarch, and the onlookers couldn't help but sigh his innocence and sweat for him. Everyone can see that even if Miao Jiayang is a gentleman with a face like a crown, he is definitely not something to be provoked.

Lin Huaisheng and him looked at each other. On the surface, it was a contradiction that others thought, but it was a game he knew in his heart. During this process, Miao Jiayang's scorching eyes belonged to both Miao Jiayang looking at his sister-in-law and him looking at his lover. Lin Huaisheng couldn't tell the difference.

He has to admit that he is powerful now.

There is no violation at all.

Even more serious than Lin Huaisheng.

It's almost become a showman.

Lin Huaisheng thought this way in his heart, but he didn't even think about who made a god become like this.

In the eyes of outsiders like the players, the patriarch's wife is lonely and simple, and finally forced by the power, endured the humiliation and ate a spoonful of food that the uncle scooped into the bowl with a male spoon. A man without a husband is so pitiful.

In the middle, a player euphemistically said that he was unwell, and left the table first without disturbing the appetite of others. And after Lin Huaisheng "bear the burden of humiliation" and was fed to 70% full by Miao Jiayang, he also took advantage of the situation and said that he would leave the table.

"I'm going to guard Xuandu."

"Zhong Ye is not Miao's family after all, it's not decent."

Players felt that this lady's icy cold face really had a heart to point out people, and she would fight against the uncle of the current head of the family if she couldn't get anything better. The relationship between the two is really bad.

Just when the players thought that the atmosphere was tense again, this time, Miao Jiayang let go again and let Lin Huaisheng go without stopping.

Seeing that these people were still staring at Lin Huaisheng's leaving back, Miao Jiayang frowned slightly, and then spoke, pulling everyone's attention back without a trace.

"I made everyone laugh."

"My sister-in-law came to my house when she was young, and she was spoiled by the elder brother on weekdays. Now that the elder brother has left him, he feels uncomfortable and can't get out. He will inevitably get angry with the rest of us."

Miao Jiayang That is to say, how dare other people respond like this in person, I am afraid that they will really poke the heart of this man who secretly loves his wife like crazy, and will be tortured by this suspected boss-level npc on the spot.

"Second Master was joking..."

"Yes, yes."

Miao Jiayang smiled, and the scene was peaceful.

...

Lin Huaisheng did know why Miao Jiayang was willing to let him go easily, naturally he was waiting elsewhere.

Lin Huaisheng simply ignored the little maid who was following behind him, and threw them far away. He missed him so much, and everything he did was justified. As for whether this longing is for his so-called dead husband or someone else, who knows.

Lin Huaisheng really left in a hurry.

When he stepped over the threshold, a pair of hands appeared beside him to support him.

"Ma'am, be careful." It

seemed that he was about to fall, and the other party came to protect him nervously, and in a hurry, the support turned into a hug, which was reasonable and uncontrollable.

But all of this had to be because Lin Huaisheng really almost stumbled and fell.

Lin Huaisheng was lying comfortably in the butler's generous embrace, and couldn't get up.

"You really like being a housekeeper."

Lin Huaisheng sighed.

Zhong Ye was silent at first, then he smiled and said, "Because of this status, I can justifiably take care of you to the best of my ability." It

became a duty.

It doesn't matter.