In the previous life, the IF line was cultivated

Ning Chen laughed: "I really have turned into a monster."

Xie Tingyun nodded, and nodded repeatedly.

"Alright," Ning Chen patted the boy's shoulder and held him at the door, not letting him go any further, saying, "Then remember to be obedient next time, don't try to hide from me in the middle of the night and do something. If you dream of being chased by me and wake up and still have to blame me, how unfair it would be for you."

"..." Xie Tingyun knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only say with a sigh: "I'm sorry."

After sending Ning Chen away, Xie Tingyun closed the door of the room, took a deep breath, and after being calm for a while, he groaned in distress and threw himself into the soft quilt.

Xie Tingyun kept himself in silence for a long time, still finding it hard to accept this fact.

How could he have such a dream, or was he still so quiet! ?

The first time Xie Tingyun woke up, he had no interest in studying. He took out his cell phone and started searching on Baidu.

After checking for a long time, Xie Tingyun still couldn't convince himself.

There had never been any homosexual love in his cognitive world, but now he found out that in his dream, someone dared to directly overthrow his closest Ning Shen.

In the dream, Ning Chen was wearing a complete suit, starting from the well-fitting suit jacket, then moving on to the dark-colored corset, and finally unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt. When he touched the tightly stretched abdominal muscles, he felt as if he was burned by fire.

But even so, Xie Tingyun continued uncontrollably as if driven by some kind of magical power.

Ning Chen's expression was nonchalant, he just let himself do whatever he wanted without stopping. Xie Tingyun didn't dare to look up at him, but he could feel that the eyes hidden in the shadows were always fixed on him.

Xie Tingyun had never been exposed to this kind of knowledge, but he practiced it all in his dream without any guidance. Perhaps because dreams are illogical, Xie Tingyun was always worried that he would be hurt when he ate it, but in fact they still fit together very smoothly.

The peaceful and dark eyes in the dream would deepen and darken with the ups and downs, would hold his waist and say in a hoarse voice to continue, would raise his hand to stroke his smooth back, would push him down, would praise him in his ear for his sucking skills, would ask him in a low and hoarse seductive voice when he learned it, whether he learned it himself or was taught by others.

Xie Tingyun was like a piece of duckweed floating in the storm, being beaten and swept by the waves. He was unable to control himself and could not answer a single word. He was also unable to resist Ning Chen at all.

Having seen such a strange, evil, and yet hard-to-look-away Ning Chen, Xie Tingyun simply couldn't face the real Ning Chen after waking up.

There are many sayings about dreams, dreams are illogical, dreams are the opposite, dreams represent the deepest desires in the heart... and so on.

Which type is Xie Tingyun?

He couldn't tell the difference either.

Whenever he thought about the dream now, he felt as if he was put into a fire and was being roasted over and over again. He was so ashamed that he couldn't calm down at all.

Xie Tingyun thought about it for most of the day, and deep in his heart he almost developed a kind of self-destructive disgust.

He felt disgusted that he could have such dirty thoughts about the only person he cherished in his life.

That night, Xie Tingyun hugged his quilt and pillow and whispered to Ning Chen that he would not sleep here anymore.

Ning Chen was stunned for a moment. After a long silence, he did not ask why, but simply replied, "Okay."

Xie Tingyun pursed his lips and said, "Brother. I may have caught a cold. I moved away because I was afraid of infecting you. After a few days, when I am sure I am fine, I will move back. Is that okay?"

Ning Chen also sensed that Xie Tingyun was in an abnormal state. He didn't say anything, but just rubbed Xie Tingyun's head and said, "You have grown up. No one has the right to interfere with your thoughts and what you want to do."

That night, the two of them were separated by a thick wall and each of them couldn't sleep.

Usually there was always a well-behaved and quiet little girl silently clinging to Ning Chen's side. But today was a little different. When Ning Chen lay on his back, resting his head on his arms, his side was empty.

I'm not used to it.

No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Xie Tingyun had indeed grown up. And he had grown up a lot.

In the past, Xie Tingyun did not look like a high school student approaching adulthood. To be more precise, he looked more like a skinny skeleton like a walking corpse.

Today, Xie Tingyun seemed to have finally drunk enough sunshine and dew that he had never had in the past ten years. He grew healthy and energetic flesh and blood rapidly, and grew a lot taller in just one year. If others had not seen Xie Tingyun grow up with their own eyes, it would be difficult for them to recognize that he was the overly thin child a year ago.

Even the classmates and teachers were amazed that this usually taciturn person had become like this.

Although he is not cheerful and lively enough, he is at least a calm and gentle young man.

...Xie Tingyun had changed so much that Ning Chen even found it hard to recover.

Ning Shen has a subtle feeling, like a child who has grown up and is no longer dependent on others, and is about to fly away.

That's fine.

However, before Ning Chen could dwell on his wild thoughts for long, he heard a series of light footsteps outside the door, as if someone was hesitating and lingering in front of his bedroom door.

After hesitating for a while, the person outside finally gently opened the door of Ning Chen's bedroom, and walked quietly to Ning Chen's side in the moonlight falling from the window.

Ning Chen closed his eyes and pretended to be dead: "..."

In the darkness, Xie Tingyun seemed to come over, and the sound of his gentle breathing brushed across Ning Shen's face, causing a slight tingling sensation.

The thief who sneaked in only stayed in front of Ning Shen's bed for a while, and then the hesitant footsteps became farther and farther away.

Ning Chen: “……?”

What is he doing, sneaking in to take a look at him and then running away?

When the footsteps were about to reach the door, they stopped suddenly.

Xie Tingyun hesitated for a while, then turned around and saw Ning Shen's sleeping face in the darkness.

Still can't bear to part with it. He is still that mean and greedy villain, who wants one, two, and three.

Even though I had such a dirty and disgusting dream, I still couldn't bear to distance myself from this person.

Tranquility has a very special and important meaning to him.

Xie Tingyun...can't let go.

Xie Tingyun closed his eyes in despair and sneaked back in. He closed the door quietly and then skillfully threw the blanket in his arms to the foot of Ning Shen's bed.

Since he had said he was going back to his room to sleep, Xie Tingyun felt embarrassed to sneak onto Ning Chen's bed again. That would be really unacceptable.

Ning Chen listened to the gentle and slow sounds around him and sighed silently in his heart: He took back what he had just said about Xie Tingyun not being clingy when he grew up.

Xie Tingyun was just about to lie down, his movements were extremely slow, for fear of waking Ning Shen up. As a result, before his shoulders even dropped, he heard a helpless voice coming from above: "Come up."

Ning Chen saw the person who was about to lie down at the foot of the bed suddenly stiffen, then turned around abruptly and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"..." Ning Chen turned over, resting his head on his arm, his eyes fell on Xie Tingyun's suddenly blank expression, and he said lazily, "Do you want me to carry you up here myself?"

Xie Tingyun stared at Ning Chen blankly, not expecting him to be awake. After a while, his ears turned red with embarrassment for some reason, and he rolled up his bed and hurriedly ran away.

Ning Chen: “…”

Well, this time he really ran away.

However, Xie Tingyun didn't know what had happened to him. When he stood up, he stumbled and fell to the foot of the bed with his quilt. Xie Tingyun was caught off guard and hit his calf, and he groaned softly without any defense.

Ning Chen frowned, he turned over and got out of bed, wanting to help Xie Tingyun up, but Xie Tingyun seemed to be unable to slow down for a while, and grabbed Ning Chen's hand and whispered: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, it will be fine in a while, I will slowly..."

However, before Xie Tingyun could finish his words, he suddenly cried out in surprise. His body suddenly soared into the air, and he instinctively raised his hands to wrap around Ning Shen's neck. His strong arms passed through his knees and shoulder blades, and he held Xie Tingyun up steadily.

Ning Chen laughed angrily: "You are the one who loves to be a thief in the middle of the night. After being caught, you still want to run away, but before you can run away, you hit yourself. You are good, you are really good."

Xie Tingyun: "..."

Xie Tingyun buried his head in Ning Shen's neck and said nothing.

He listened to his own breathing and heartbeat which had suddenly become louder and louder, his palms sweating, and he had to admit that he was a little overwhelmed.

This intimate and safe action did not last long. Xie Tingyun was carefully placed on the soft bed. The bedroom light was turned on. Then Ning Chen was seen half-kneeling on the bed, lowering his head and reaching out to grab his ankle.

Xie Tingyun was startled. He didn't know what this action had made him think. He stood up and held Ning Chen's hand. His ears turned red and he stammered, "Don't, don't do this."

Ning Chen was about to grab the man's ankle and roll up his feet to see where he was hurt: "......?"

Xie Tingyun's tone sounded too much like a pleading rejection of a bandit who was about to flirt with a decent woman and man, which confused Ning Chen. He subconsciously let go of her hand and explained, "I just took a look at the wound, nothing else."

Xie Tingyun froze for a moment, then he realized that he had really gone too far.

He himself had a nonsensical dream, and because of this dream, Ning Chen continued to be stressed, making both parties too embarrassed to leave the stage.

How could he do this? It's too much.

Xie Tingyun was too embarrassed to explain to Ning Chen, so he lowered his head and rolled up his loose trousers. He said in a low voice in embarrassment, "…I'm sorry. It was just a bump. It's nothing. You can see."

There was only a small red mark on the calf, and if you didn't look closely you couldn't tell where it was. Ning Shen was used to getting injured in fights and had a lot of experience, so he could tell at a glance that it wasn't even a big injury, and after the pain from the bump got over, it was nothing.

If this happened to Ning Chen himself, he wouldn't even look at it.

It's just that people have different physiques. Now it was Xie Tingyun who got hit. This little guy usually can endure pain very well, but he could groan after being hit like this. Ning Chen didn't dare to assume that he was okay.

Ning Chen got up and went to the living room to find the medicine box. He took out the medicinal wine that he had just purchased today and used it to wipe the bruises on Xie Tingyun.

The young man's thin back was leaning against the head of the bed, his knees hugged and his trousers rolled up, revealing a part of his calf that was blindingly white, and his pale and thin ankles could be circled to the bottom with a light grip. If he had used a little more force at that time, he could have easily dragged the man over.

Ning Chen suddenly realized something was wrong. Why was he grabbing someone by the ankle and dragging him over? ! !

Oh, yes, I just need to take care of his wounds… just take care of his wounds.

Ning Chen cursed inwardly, wiped the medicinal wine hastily, helped the man put down his pants, and left with a hurried back that seemed a little hasty for some reason: "Go to bed."

Xie Tingyun let out an obedient sound, crawled into the quilt, and rolled himself up into a ball, as if this way he could completely isolate himself from the outside world and not have to face some people who could easily make him stressed.

Ning Chen threw the medicinal wine into the medicine box, closed the box with a click, stood there for a while, and then pinched the hand that was holding Xie Tingyun's ankle.

This is what I owe.

Ning Chen didn't think there was anything wrong at first. At that time, he just wanted to pull the person over to heal his injuries. However, Xie Tingyun's reaction was abnormal, so Ning Chen later felt that this action was more or less inappropriate and ambiguous.

Ning Chen slapped his hand again, then threw off the quilt and went to sleep as usual.

Ever since I pulled Xie Tingyun into my quilt and made him sleep curled up in it, every time I woke up, there would be a quietly curled up little ball in my peaceful arms.

When they slept together before, Ning would keep it to himself and not think too much about it. But this time, for some reason, Xie Tingyun's dazzlingly white calf and ankle kept swaying in front of his eyes in his dream, making him feel restless and irritable with no way to vent.

Ning Chen was a full-blooded adult man. Although his love history was blank, he knew what the calf section and above looked like. Ning Chen had never seen it before, so in his dreams he was always stuck at the place where his trouser legs were rolled up at the knees, unable to move forward even a single step.

The next day, Ning Shen woke up, looked at the place where he usually stood, then looked at Xie Tingyun who was sleeping silently with his arms around his waist. He was strangely silent for a while, then slapped himself lightly.

The child is only nineteen years old, and can be said to be half-raised by him.

My brain isn't very clean anymore. I need to shake it off with some water.

Ning Chen thought expressionlessly.