There was a gentle breeze tonight, but the two gods sitting on the rooftop each insisted on their own opinions, and neither could convince the other.
Not long after the stalemate, Mo You used his divine power to heat the bowl of soup in his hand that was almost cold.
In a moment of silence, Mo You chose to skip this topic for the time being.
"The soup you made is delicious."
"If you like, I can cook it for you anytime."
"Okay."
Mo You held the bowl and continued to drink in small sips.
The people in the house were fast asleep, and the gods on the roof sat there quietly, accompanying each other silently.
In this late night and quiet atmosphere, it is easy to relax.
Lan Yan's long hanging hair is tied with a blue ribbon. When the wind blows, the untied hair will be blown.
Mo You looked at the god beside him, his eyes falling on his brows.
I have to say that Lan Yan is very good-looking.
It's the kind of look you won't forget once you see it.
A pair of eyes always looked back with a gentle smile.
Anyone who sees him like this will think that he is a gentleman as gentle as jade.
Maybe it was the intoxicating night tonight, or maybe it was the drunkenness caused by drinking so many cups of green plum wine.
Mo You accidentally reached out and touched Lan Yan's cheek.
Very soft, as soft as when I was a child.
From the moment he noticed Mo You's gaze, Lan Yan's attention was focused on Mo You.
It's just that he remained motionless.
When she felt a warm touch on her cheek, Lan Yan sat there stiffly, speechless for a moment.
He blinked his long and raised eyelashes, never daring to turn his head to look at the people around him.
Her slender fingers clenched the corners of her clothes, seemingly nervous because of her inadvertent move.
He didn't want to call the respectful but unfamiliar 'Lord God', but he also felt that it was inappropriate to call him 'you' or 'you' directly.
After hesitating for a moment, he called her name, "Mo You."
The voice is deep and the voice is tired.
Now no one cares why the atmosphere has changed from a solemn business to an atmosphere full of charm.
The only sound left in Mo You's ears was Lan Yan's voice reading his name.
When Lan Yan was a child, little Lan Yan, who was full of curiosity about everything, would pull her by the corner of her clothes and ask her name in a sweet voice.
After she said her name, she repeated it twice in a milky voice, and then asked full of confusion: Why did everyone else call her the Lord God instead of her name.
After Mo You finished explaining, Xiao Lanyan, like other gods, obediently called himself Lord God.
"Yes, I'm here." Mo You nodded calmly and pinched Lan Yan's cheek with his fingers.
She particularly liked this feeling, so much so that after squeezing it, she couldn't put it down.
At this time, the originally gentle and warm breeze seemed to be gentler.
Feeling another flash of touch on her cheek, Lan Yan pursed her lips.
He was greedy for this warmth, but didn't know what to say.
Just like a well-behaved and obedient child, he rarely gets to eat the candy he likes.
When a pair of light golden eyes looked over quietly, the smile hanging on Mo You's lips widened a bit.
"What's wrong?" Mo You asked calmly.
"It's nothing." Lan Yan held Mo You's wrist and put her palm on his cheek. There was a hint of obedience and reservation in his voice, "You can pinch it as you like."
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If the senior officials of the Federation saw this scene before them, they would probably think that they were dreaming.
After all, how could the federal supreme leader, who has a strong aura and immeasurable strength, make such an extremely uncharacteristic move?
But that's exactly what happened.
It's just that this kind of cuteness only appears when Mo You is around.
The warmth in the palm of his hand touched his cheek, making Mo You stunned for a moment. This kind of touch is actually nothing, but it makes the current Lord God confused.
Well, my heart is beating a little fast and my ears are a little warm.
But after Lan Yan let go of her wrist, Mo You did not immediately withdraw her hand, but tapped his cheek slightly with her fingers.
It's an amazing feeling.
Mo You once again uncontrollably thought of the post he browsed during the day.
‘When you choose to click on this post, it means you already like it. ’
Like it?
When you meet someone whose heart beats uncontrollably, you will be happy because he is happy, and you will want to be with him all the time.
If you meet these conditions, it means you like it...
Mo You curled her lips slightly, retracted her palm, and gently touched his cheek with the back of her hand.
She thought she might really be tempted.
The restraints I had set on myself back then no longer worked.
I still remember when she told Lan Yan that liking her was an obsession.
The young man stubbornly refuted her words and said that this was not obsession.
At that time, she and Lan Yan agreed to give her only one year.
Less than a month has passed and her mentality has already changed.
In just a few minutes, Mo You thought of a lot.
The well-nourished little tree in my heart has grown a new leaf of emerald green, vaguely bearing the appearance of flowers.
"What are you thinking about?" Lan Yan saw that Mo You was distracted and asked softly.
"Thinking about..." you.
Mo You paused, retracted his hand, straightened his expression, "I'm thinking about what to eat tomorrow morning."
This doesn't seem to be the right answer.
But no one will reveal it.
Lan Yan paused and thought about the question seriously, "Do you like crystal shrimp dumplings?"
"Okay." Mo You heated up the half bowl of soup in his hand for the third time. After drinking it at the right temperature, he stood up and said, "It's time to go back to bed."
She calmly turned around and returned to the room to rest.
Lan Yan, who stayed behind, held the small bench silently, lowered his head and set the alarm clock to make breakfast tomorrow.
In addition to Mo You, the people who had insomnia tonight were also the cadets of the Imperial Military Academy.
This time the competition between the Federation and the Empire really gave them a big blow.
In the large group inside the Imperial Military Academy, emoticons appeared one after another, but no one came out to say a word.
Crying Puppy: Ah, this is the first time that my teacher didn’t say that he would take me to shave my head after knowing that I lost, in order to insinuate that I didn’t win a game.
Sad little fox: Stop talking, that grumpy boss who would hit me even if I won, comforted me all afternoon today.
Depressed big hunting dog: Woohoo, this is the first time I have encountered such a gentle and confrontational teacher, I am so touched~
Tear everyone's umbrella apart: How gentle the teacher is now means how strong the opponent is.
Tear everyone's umbrellas apart: Because the teacher knows that our current strength simply cannot beat each other.
Use the wind to blow away everyone's umbrellas: The upstairs really deserves this name, tsk tsk tsk.
Shred everyone's umbrella: Your name isn't bad either.
Use the wind to blow away everyone's umbrellas: Hahaha, I think it's good too.
Sad little fox: The two people upstairs are both shrimps and pigs!
People who like scenery: want to worship the goddess as their teacher.
Sad little fox: +1
Use the wind to blow away everyone's umbrellas: those are the guardians of the Federation, not the guardians of the Empire.
Tear everyone's umbrellas apart: Upstairs is really worthy of his name.
Use the wind to blow away everyone's umbrellas: You are quite vindictive.
Sad little fox: No matter, I will give it a try tomorrow and learn from my master!
People who like scenery: take me with you.
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