Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

127-2

Who else is more romantic than the original owner? It's fine that he has a boyfriend, but he also has a fiancé. He's cheating on his fiancé?

Xue Yu's eyes were dodged. He was nervous and took two sips from the enamel cup. Fortunately, the water was warm and not hot, otherwise his tongue would swell up after taking such a big gulp. He looked at the cup and said tepidly, "I only remember you now."

Even a fool could hear that this was a flattering remark, but Ning Yao was easily fooled and enjoyed it. He made a "hmm" sound in his throat.

Seeing Xue Yu lower his head to drink water again, Ning Yao leaned over slightly and lifted a corner of the quilt. On the hard earthen kang was a small round black cake that looked like a thumb-sized coin.

Xue Yu blinked: "What is this?"

Ning Yao pressed the center of the cake, and a panel instantly emerged from his fingertips: "Floating mobile phone."

This was the one he brought in after deceiving the patrol officers when he was thrown into the slums. Online transactions were not allowed in the slums, and this mobile phone was useless. He could only use it to ask about his parents' recent health conditions.

At this time, he found a contact and sent two messages.

-NY: Please keep an eye on Qin Ye for me.

-NY: Send me his movements as soon as he returns to the city.

The screen showed a reminder of successful sending. Ning Yao turned off the phone to store energy. After putting the round cake back in place, he clamped Xue Yu's waist and hugged him tightly, whispering: "Does your head still hurt?"

Xue Yu didn't feel any pain for a long time, and shook his head: "It seems to have hurt for a short while."

Ning Yao looked at his face and didn't seem to be lying, so he hummed and said: "My arms are a little sore."

Xue Yu blinked immediately. He was not heavy, but he was an adult after all, so it was normal to feel sore. He held the enamel cup in his left hand and put his right hand on the man's shoulder, trying to use the force to stand up: "Then I'll get down..."

But Ning Yao didn't let him go. Although he said he felt sore, he still hugged him tightly without moving his arms. He changed the subject calmly: "Is there any benefit if I bring you back?"

"Benefits?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want? Let me see if I have it."

Ning Yao looked at Xue Yu deeply for a while, said "You have it", and then pressed over and kissed his lips.

Xue Yu quickly understood the so-called reward he wanted.

Panically, he grabbed his hand that was trying to take off his clothes and tried twice, but it didn't move. It was simply a pipe dream for him to fight against Ning Yao. He was able to move before because Ning Yao was willing to let him do it. Now that he didn't let him do it, he couldn't even move a finger. He could only purse his lips and tremble and curse: "... Ning Yao! It's daytime, how can you be such a bastard."

...

At that time.

Qin Ye returned to Lanburg as scheduled.

He was dusty, covered in blood and dust. A good piece of clothing was so dirty that it looked like a street beggar. His hair hung above his deep eyebrows. He said weakly to the two people in front of him: "On the way back, a group of people with knives rushed up. I failed to protect the little prince. The whereabouts of the little prince are unknown..."