C18 Dream

Xiao Zhenyan didn't look like much. Chen Yu thought he was still a child, but Moh Feng didn't think so. He resolutely took Chen Yu away from the backyard and returned to his room.

"Remember to wear your coat when you go out again." Chen Yu answered and took off Moh Feng's outer clothes and returned them to him. Then, he picked up the wronged Guoyue and sat on the bed, scratching the back of the cat's neck.

The Guoyue's look of grievance made Chen Yu laugh a little. This kitten had only been picked up for a day. I can't leave him. Chen Yu looked at the moonlight pouring in from outside the window, illuminating Guoyue's eyes. Those vertical beast eyes were a kind of mysterious blue. They were completely different from normal cats. Chen Yu didn't seem to care much about this. He just felt that... Maybe the kitten was abandoned before.

The abandoned kitten would be very obedient, afraid of being abandoned again, so it would stick to its master.

To a certain extent, it was really like a person.

Suddenly, he heard a slight creaking sound. Chen Yu looked up and saw Moh Feng turn out the lamp and sit beside him.

"Are you asleep?" Moh Feng did not put on his coat anymore. His long black hair fell down and he asked Chen Yu. Chen Yu looked at him in the dim light. Although he was also expressionless, he had to admit that Moh Feng was handsome and sad.

The royal family of Ximo was the most unfavoured, but they were also the most popular princes in the black market in West Ink. They had an indifferent personality, yet they wanted to seize the throne. That was all Chen Yu knew, but when he looked at Moh Feng, he felt that Moh Feng was really similar to him.

For example, the dark past.

Chen Yu nodded, planning to sleep with the Guoyue in his arms, but Moh Feng seemed to be a little unhappy. "Why are you hugging the cat?"

"The Guoyue is sticking to me." Moh Feng frowned and didn't try to stop him.

The last lamp was also extinguished. It was not the first night that the two of them slept together. However, when Chen Yu turned to face the wall this time, he felt a hand gently reach over from his side and put it in front of his chest. He did not touch the Guoyue that was curled into a ball in his arms, but hugged him.

Moh Feng's steady breathing made Chen Yu stop trying to push his hand away. He could not see Moh Feng's expression behind his back, but he should have fallen asleep.

He could do whatever he wanted, but it was good for him. Even his master did not hug him and fall asleep.

Chen Yu slowly closed his eyes and slowly relaxed his mind. He really did not feel that hugging two people with cold personalities was anything.

It was a vast expanse of white.

Perhaps it was a dream? Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and looked ahead. There was a touch of deep blue there.

Elegant and luxurious clothing, delicate dark blue long hair. Chen Yu thought for a moment that this was a woman, and he was probably having a romantic dream.

... "Don't be afraid."

Chen Yu was a little stunned when he heard this ethereal voice. He touched his body but did not find any weapons, so he could only look more closely at that person.

No, it was a man...

His flat chest. Looking up... I can't see his face clearly. Looking up...

"I will protect you."

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Yu opened his eyes wide and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

... "Wu!"

Before Chen Yu could get out of the pain, he felt a pair of big hands wrapping around him. Those hands carried an irresistible warmth. It was not until he was leaning against another warm place did Chen Yu slowly come back to his senses.

When he opened his eyes and looked outside, he saw rays of sunlight shining into the window.

"What's wrong?"

Moh Feng's worried voice came from above. Chen Yu rubbed his eyes and found that he was tightly pressed to Moh Feng's chest. He could also see his chest muscles that were not tightened.

Moh Feng's hands were on his shoulders and waist.

... "I'm fine." Chen Yu pushed him gently, but surprisingly, he did not have the strength. He could only lean on him helplessly.

"It's good that you're fine." Moh Feng lowered his head and gently rubbed the hair on the head of the person in his arms with his chin. He did not know what had happened to him.

There was a kind of possessiveness and protective desire that only existed when he was protecting something.

He clearly knew that he wasn't weak, but he also knew that he wouldn't mess around. But... let him show that to other men. He would be annoyed, no matter how much he rejected him, he still wanted to give him pills...

What is that?

What kind of... feelings?

It seems like...

In Moh Feng's impression, there had always been only one side relationship between his mother and his father.

And what exactly was this kind of relationship? He had never understood and did not dare to touch it.