Host, You're Targeted

"Dog."

"Are there any dogs in this house?" Court yuan stare round eyes, black eyes actually revealed a trace of panic.

Yanhuai held his waist and crotch and asked softly, "what? Are you afraid of dogs

Tingyuan has some bad memories in his mind.

He bit his lower lip, nodded and replied, "I When I was in the slave market, the adults had a watchdog. When the dog saw me, it would come up and bite my tail I, I'm afraid... "

Yan Huai's eyes were heavy.

No wonder!

It turns out that when Tingyuan was just bought back, the wound on his tail was bitten by a dog.

How can a little fox, who has not yet completely turned into a human, be able to beat a guard dog.

Yanhuai let go of the court yuan and stepped back.

"Look up." Yan Huai ordered.

Court yuan hangs in the side of the body's hands long ago because Yan Huaigang just stroked his movement and pinched tightly.

He couldn't wring his hands, so he had to bravely raise his head to see Yanhuai.

I don't know if it is because of the setting of the world. As long as he is close to Yan Huai, he will feel the pressure on him.

That sense of oppression made him unable to look up at Yanhuai.

“…… Young master. " Tingyuan raised his head and called to him in a low voice.

Yan Huai stood with his hands down.

Tingyuan was a little shorter than him when he became human.

"What did you do after you were bitten by a dog before?" Yan Huai asked.

Ting yuan searched his brain for memories of being bitten by a dog.

He remembered that every time he went back with the scars, he would secretly find the adults' water to clean the wound, and then he would hide in a corner with his wet tail and gently lick the wound.

Court yuan is very honest to answer a way: "it is to steal water to wash the wound, and then lick, in a few days the wound will be good."

There was no expression on Yan Huai's face, "is it?"

"Yes Tingyuan nods.

"That's good."

Before the court yuan understood the meaning of Yan Huai's words, Yan Huai's back of his hand with blood stains stretched out in front of him.

"To prove what you said is true, lick it."

Tingyuan: "it's...!"

"What?" Yan Huai bent down, that sense of oppression let court yuan have a moment of suffocation, "can't you?"

Tingyuan pulled the clothes on her chest and shook her head.

"No, no! It's just that you can cure the wound quickly. Why should I lick it? Isn't the potion more useful than me

Yan Huai took a step forward, and his chest almost stuck to his body.

Tingyuan was almost out of breath, and instinctively he had to step back.

Yan Huai narrowed his eyes and asked, "back?"

At that moment, Tingyuan's scalp exploded.

Isn't it?

Why is Yan Huai's sense of oppression so strong?

Where did the feeling of suffocation and angina come from?

"I dare not! I'm wrong, young master Tingyuan immediately begged for mercy.

Yan Huai didn't say anything, but handed his hand to him.

Tingyuan was so painful that he could not think about it. He could only bear the pain and let go of his hand, which held Yanhuai's hand very lightly.

Yan Huai see court yuan ache delicate eyebrows are frown into a group.

Court yuan droops an eye to look at Yan Huai's several bloodstains on the back of his hand, slowly leaning forward against his head, lips close to the back of his hand.

Huaiyan has been watching his movements.

Tingyuan's lips were still bloodless, and he had just recovered from the heat that had been unreasonably human.

All of a sudden, a pinkish tip of the tongue came out tentatively.

Court yuan holds the back of Yan Huai's hand and gently licks the wound on the back of his hand.