Wen Liang woke up first the next morning. Wen Liang raised his eyes and saw Yan Bei with his head buried in his neck.

More canine than him.

Wen Liang stretched out his paw and patted Yan Bei's dog's head: "Get up, get up, get up."

Consciousness gradually returned.

There was also the glass of wine that Yan Bei poured into him. He became dizzy after drinking it. He could have sworn that Yan Bei did it 100% intentionally. Otherwise, he would have pulled his head off and kicked it like a ball.

"Ah ah ah, you did it on purpose yesterday, right?! Really, right?!" Wen Liang bit Yan Bei's shoulder.

Yan Bei hissed.

Darling, this mouth is really cruel.

At this time, I cannot admit it even if I kill myself.

Yan Bei used his lifelong acting skills to express what stiffness of limbs is.

"Ah, what, I don't know."

Wen Liang smiled amiably and patted Yan Bei's face: "I think someone will ask me out today, dear, let's just see you tomorrow."

Yan Bei: "???"

Yan Bei: "!!!"

Yan·Don’t want to be beaten by Lu·Bei: “I was wrong. I didn’t mean it.”

While talking, he rubbed his head against Wen Liang's neck: "Please forgive me."

Wen Liang felt goosebumps rise on his skin and trembled all over. He gave Yan Bei a gentle punch and said, "Go to the base later."

Yan Bei exposed a little of his dragon horns and rubbed Wen Liang's neck.

The small dragon horn is a bit soft, as white as jade, and has a coolness to it.

Wen Liang looked more and more familiar: "Have I seen this... dragon horn somewhere?"

Yan Bei's body stiffened for a moment, and he rubbed Wen Liang's neck harder: "Don't all dragon horns look like this?"

He was just talking nonsense because there weren't many dragons in his clan.

Wen Liang had only seen the dragon in Yanbei, and had no deep impression of Long He, except for his own son who came and ran away.

Although he recognized it unilaterally.

"Really? I don't know."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

The more gentle Yan Bei is, the more he doesn't believe it. My dear, you have gone too far in being coquettish. This makes you feel guilty.

Unbeknownst to Yan Bei, Yan Bei also felt that his acting skills were quite impressive and he had already convinced Wen Liang to believe in him.

In fact, it was Wen Liang who looked at Yan Bei who was burying himself in his neck and nuzzling him like an idiot.

"Get up."

Only then did Yan Bei stop moving.

Yan Bei pinched Wen Liang's cheek: "What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it."

"Chicken roll." Wen Liang pursed her lips.

The curtains were opened by Yan Bei, and under the morning light the young man's features were picturesque, with mottled marks on his body that attracted people's imagination.

But Wen Liang said: "Forget it, let's not eat for now. Let's go to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the base to eat steamed buns."

Yan Bei: "????"

When did his craftsmanship become inferior to a steamed bun from a breakfast shop?

"Get up quickly, let's go eat steamed buns. I'll eat the skin and you eat the stuffing." Wen Liang got excited when he mentioned food. He got dressed faster than anyone else. Yan Bei looked confused.

He finally discovered that none of his buns really had a sense of existence.

Wen Liang quickly packed herself up and dragged Yan Bei, who was drinking water, directly to the door of the breakfast shop.

Yan Bei, who was drinking water with a water cup, suddenly came to the door of the breakfast shop: "??????"

What did I do wrong?
Chapter completed!