Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

2.5 - Go to bed

　　Shen Mian was held in the man's arms, so he simply leaned his whole body against him and whispered, "Brother Wei."

　　"I am here."

　　"Zi'an is really tired." The young man said softly, his voice seemed to come from far away.

　　Wei Ting felt a sudden pain in his chest, and his arms around Shen Mian tightened unconsciously. He said, "I know."

　　Shen Mian's cheek was pressed against the man's strong chest muscles. For a moment, he was a little distracted, thinking that this figure might be similar to Cheng Wang's.

　　The man lowered his eyes and could only see the young man's slender white neck. His cheeks were covered with a layer of hazy moonlight, making him look even more cold and elegant. Even his hair was stained with the fragrance of plants and trees, which was intoxicating.

　　Wei Ting's self-proclaimed cold and hard heart had been softened by this young man without him noticing.

　　Shen Mian saw his Adam's apple move slightly, and knew that if she continued to tease him, he would inevitably lose his composure, which would be difficult to resolve, so she quickly withdrew from the man's arms.

　　He showed a trace of embarrassment and said awkwardly: "Brother Wei, thank you for comforting me. It's embarrassing to say that I can't find the way back."

　　Under the moonlight, the boy's pretended relaxed smile made him even more lovable.

　　Wei Ting clenched his fists and tried his best to resist pulling this bewitching creature back into his arms again.

　　His eyes were solemn as he said, "Wei Ting, send the young master back."

　　Upon hearing this, Shen Mian hurriedly thanked him sincerely: "In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Brother Wei."

　　The young man's hands accidentally hit his legs twice. Wei Ting remembered that he had almost fallen down due to exhaustion, so he half-knelt in front of him and said, "Come on, I'll carry you."

　　A triumphant smile flashed across Shen Mian's eyes, but he pretended to be coy and said hesitantly: "I'm afraid this is not good..."

　　"If you don't want to, I'll carry you back."

　　Shen Mian waved his hands quickly, finally giving in, and slowly climbed onto the man's broad and warm back, with a somewhat uncomfortable tone, and said, "Brother Wei, thank you very much."

　　Wei Ting carried him on his back. The boy's clear and shallow breathing sprayed on his ears, making him angry for no reason.

　　He paused and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk."

　　After saying this, he was afraid that Shen Mian would think too much, so he hurriedly explained: "It's easy to choke on the wind."

　　Shen Mian: "..."

　　He raised his eyes to glance at the still leaves on both sides of the road. Although the night was a bit cool in June, it was not so windy that it was choking.

　　The evildoers in the live broadcast room started to stir again:

　　——Brother Wei might be too angry~~

　　——Mian'er, please blow some magic energy to Brother Wei to help him calm down! !

　　——I'm afraid it's not to cool down the fire, but to add fuel to the fire

　　Shen Mian felt hot when he looked at the screen full of "fire".

　　He asked Wei Ting, "Brother Wei, are you feeling hot?"