He and It

Yan Huan cares so much about his appearance that even if he is seriously injured, he has to put on a disguise before meeting him. He has always had a very low self-esteem. Under such circumstances, how could Liu Fuguang speak so rashly and expose this fact directly?

Like countless ordinary couples in this world, they had quarrels and made up after the quarrels, had differences and tolerated each other after the differences - of course, most of the time it was Liu Fuguang who tolerated Yan Huan.

Although Yan Huan could crush a human in terms of strength, for some reason, he never made a move on Liu Fuguang when they argued.

Yan Huan always persuaded himself in his heart that he could not destroy the perfect appearance of human beings. There should be no flaws in the collection, or the human beings were too weak. If he accidentally killed them, the group of true immortals who always had long hands would come again. Hey... there are all kinds of excuses. The next time they quarreled again, Yan Huan continued to be defeated by human eyes and heat, so he had no choice but to grind his fangs and claws angrily and run away to vent his anger elsewhere.

Gradually, he became immune to Liu Fuguang's "I like you". He no longer had to feel dizzy, ear-heated, and difficult to breathe every time he heard it. So Liu Fuguang smiled and brought out the enhanced version of the magic weapon, "I love you."

At that time, the folk customs were simple and people were always willing to express their feelings. However, Yan Huan had never seen someone as frank, enthusiastic and outspoken as Liu Fuguang in his life. In other words, he had seen someone but never experienced it personally.

Liu Fuguang didn't often talk about love, but every time he did, those two soft red lips would open and close, almost killing Yan Huan.

On the battlefield called love, the Dragon God was retreating steadily and was in a state of embarrassment, without the slightest room to fight back.

One day, Yan Huan walked to the door of the dormitory and heard Liu Fuguang's voice, vaguely saying words like "dragon" and "like". His movements froze, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable, and a tingling electric current spread down his spine.

He coughed and quietly walked in. The hollow brocade screens were exquisitely overlapped, and the light and shadow projected the patterns of flocks of flying birds on the bamboo-colored floor. He stood in the middle of the shadows, quietly looking at the scene inside.

Liu Fuguang's maid was combing his hair. The milky-white bone comb lightly passed through his glossy black hair. The two colors were soft and intertwined, giving off a lingering feeling for no reason.

Yan Huan didn't frown. The facial features on other people's faces were all simulated, so he didn't show any expression when he was alone. At this moment, that handsome face was no different from a blank sheet of paper, but the nine eyes on his body were slowly narrowing.

He felt... He really felt very unhappy. Seeing the attendant touching Liu Fuguang's body, Yan Huan's heart immediately surged with repulsive killing intent.

"...Yes, it is indeed in the shape of a dragon," the maid said with a smile. "It has a unique shape. I wonder how they raised it."

Liu Fuguang smiled slightly: "It's just a bit too tricky. Ask them to take it back."

The maid puzzled: "But, you just said that you like this gift..."

Yan Huan was stunned.

At this time, he moved his gaze downwards and saw a blood jade flowerpot placed on the carpet beside him, with a small, pure white tree growing in it.

It was obvious that the tree trunk had been reshaped by spiritual power, like a crescent-shaped snow dragon spinning in mid-air. The branches were covered with lush five-petal flowers, which made it even more handsome and pleasing to the eye.

He... when he said he liked it, he was not talking about me, but about this dragon-shaped one, dragon-shaped one...

In an instant, Yan Huan's face was violently distorted. He was going crazy with anger, and his nine eyes were shaking violently as if they were going to explode.

He gritted his teeth tightly and tried his best to suppress the turbulent impulse for a moment. The heavy cassock covered up his ups and downs of emotions. It was not until the cracking sound of his tooth crown suddenly sounded that Liu Fuguang heard the strange movement in the distance.

He turned around and quickly locked his eyes on Yan Huan.

"Yan Huan?" he asked, "Come here, why are you standing there?"

The Dragon God froze in place for a long time before he walked up slowly.

"Help the light." Yan Huan called. He glanced at the maid. The maid's face looked like it had been frozen in an ice cellar for several days. She was suddenly frightened and turned green and purple. She immediately bowed in fear, then turned and ran away.

Before Liu Fuguang could say anything to blame, Yan Huan looked as usual, picked up the comb, picked up a section of the young man's long hair with his fingertips, slowly and tightly held it in his palm, and suddenly smiled.

"Who sent this gift?"

Sensing that he was in a bad mood, Liu Fuguang was about to turn around when Yan Huan held his shoulders. He looked in front of him. In the mirror, Yan Huan leaned down and touched his face gently. Her hot lips seemed to be away from each other, and she pecked his earlobe like a dragonfly.

Mirrors can always faithfully reflect a person's true appearance, with Yan Huan being the only exception. On the mirror, the Dragon God drooped his thick eyelashes, and his face contained both the beauty of a god and the enchantment of a monster.

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Fuguang asked.

Yan Huan deeply smelled the breath in his hair and said vaguely and perfunctorily: "There are too many things outside, you know...it's so trivial, but you can't put it aside."

After answering this question, he asked again: "Who sent this gift?"

Liu Fuguang didn't think he told the truth, but why did he bother to delve into every lie Yan Huan told? This is not only true for couples, but also for the way people get along with each other. If you always have to reveal everything clearly, the relationship will not last long.

After thinking about it, he sighed: "It seems to have been sent by the head of some aristocratic family... I can't remember the details. Why, do you think it's too craftsmanship?"

As a purposeless dragon god, although Yan Huan is shunned and feared by the world, his identity, status, and power are all truly supreme. In addition to the true immortal, the cultivation families also had to compete with him to win over him, otherwise, where would the high-level monks serving in the Dragon Palace come from.

Just touching his skin gently like this made Yan Huan's whole body feel as hot as burning. He smiled and said: "How could it be? I really like this bonsai. Just give it to me, okay?"

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