Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

56-1

Chapter 56

Xue Yu was confused the whole day, probably due to the aftereffects of being drunk. He spoke in a soft voice and used many words like "can you" and "can I" etc.

He was lying on the windowsill, with red lips and white teeth, and his long black eyelashes curled high like a small brush, making people want to touch it. There was a fragrance coming from his soft white skin, which became even stronger when blown by the night wind.

The night watchman might pass by outside at any time and would see him standing in front of his room with his lips kissed fiercely, asking him if they could sleep together.

But he didn't seem to be worried, as if he hadn't thought of this, or he seemed to have fallen asleep and didn't think of the risk.

But during the day, if he gets kissed, he'll hide everywhere.

Yunkang seemed to snort and laugh, and then made a strange expression that was not quite a laugh: "Aren't you afraid that your husband will be jealous?"

Ever since Xue Yu told a lie, the man wanted to mention this word in every sentence, with an ambiguous tone and no one knew what the meaning was.

If Xue Yu was still sober, he might have felt embarrassed and turned around and ran away, but he was dizzy and sleepy now, so no matter how abrupt the words were, they were not worth mentioning.

He clenched his fingers, tried to pull himself together and stand firm, then looked up and looked at the man, saying softly that he would not cause any trouble to him: "I only take up a little space, I won't move around."

As if that's all that's needed.

Not only did he say that, he also felt that the man was dawdling and couldn't answer him directly, so he reached in and pinched the man's fingers to urge him on. There was a cold wind at night, and his skin was delicate, so the finger was as cold as ice.

When the sleeves fluttered, a fragrance was also wafted, like peach blossom wine, mellow and sweet.

Yunkang looked at Xue Yu's fingers that were covered in dust and were trying to rub against his. He didn't try to brush them away, but said in a less polite tone: "Do you think I'm a Bodhisattva? You're scared, so I have to sleep with you. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Are you okay?" Xue Yu's calves felt weak and his eyelids were sore and swollen. Thinking of the deserted bedroom that seemed haunted, he chose to deal with the man here. "Just don't let others know. I won't tell anyone and I'll save your face."

Even when asking for help, he looked considerate and caring.

Yunkang pulled the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said half-truthfully: "I am afraid that your husband who loves sex will kill me, why don't you save my life first? I really don't dare to sleep with you."

Xue Yu: “?”

Another gust of wind hit his face. Xue Yu trembled his eyelashes guiltily and stammered, "I won't tell him..."

Yunkang raised his voice and asked, "What won't you tell?"

If Xue Yu had a tail, he would explode. He pursed his lips and said with a stiff upper lip, "I won't tell him that you slept with me. If he doesn't know, he won't do anything to you..."

“…”

The morals of the world are going downhill. What's the difference between such words being corrupt and immoral and being spoken by an immoral villain?

"Forget it." Xue Yu had never thought that the topic would develop to such a strange point before coming here. After all, he had to save face, and he regretted it in an instant, "You have a point, I'd better go back to sleep."