When he was five years old, Fang Dan received a special gift that day.
A thirteen-year-old boy.
Jian Rui doesn't like to talk or laugh. She always wears black clothes and follows Fang Singles silently.
When Fang Dan was eating, he stood aside; when Fang Dan slept, he guarded the door; when Fang Dan went to school, he sat in the last row; when Fang Dan was bullied, he was like a beast that had been touched, showing its fangs in front of people for the first time.
That day, Jian Rui sent three senior students to the hospital, and Fang Naihe made him kneel in the ancestral hall all night.
Fang Dan sneaked in in the middle of the night and saw blood oozing from the young man's knees, but his back was straight. The young master squatted down, reached out and touched his messy hair, and whispered: "Jian Shi, does it hurt?"
The young man did not raise his head.
"It doesn't hurt."
Fang Dan wrinkled his nose and said unhappily: "You lied, it must hurt. Can I blow it for you?"
Fang Dan blew on his knee seriously.
The young man froze.
Many years later, when Fang Dan was eighteen years old, he was no longer the little boy holding a rag doll.
Jian Hu was still the same Jian Hu, silent and cold. He stood half a step behind Fang Shanling and blocked all the open and hidden arrows for him. He never said how much blood was on his hands.
Fang Dan didn't even ask.
There seemed to be a thin veil between them. Everyone could see the other, but no one could reach the other.
Until that night.
Fang Dan attended a banquet and was given several glasses of wine. When he came back, his cheeks were flushed with red. He leaned softly against Jian Hu. Jian Hu held his waist with one hand and opened the bedroom door with the other. His movements were as light as holding a fragile item.
"Master, we're here." His voice was as low and steady as ever.
Fang Dan didn't move.
He leaned on Jian Mu's shoulder, breathing shallowly on the side of Jian Mu's neck, carrying a faint smell of alcohol and an indescribable heat.
Jian Shi's body froze.
"Jian Wu," Fang Dan's voice was a little unclear, as if he was drunk or too sober, "how many years have you been following me?"
"... Thirteen years."
"Thirteen years," Fang Dan chuckled softly, like a cat's claws scratching Jian Shi's heart, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Jian Rui was silent for two seconds.
"Wherever the young master is, I will be there."
"Why?"
Jian Rui didn't answer.
Fang Dan suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which were usually gentle and harmless, now had a light that Jian Su had never seen before.
"Jian Rui," Fang Dan's voice was as light as a feather, falling in the silent night, "Do you like me?"
The air solidified.
Jian Mu's hand tightened slightly and then slowly loosened. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the undercurrent that had been suppressed for thirteen years surged under his eyes. But in the end, he just lowered his eyes and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible:
"Master, you drank too much."
Fang Dan stared at him for a long time and suddenly smiled.
That smile is different from usual. Flat
"Jian Shi," Fang Dan stretched out his hand, slowly hooked his neck, and leaned close to his ear, his voice was as soft as a secret, "Guess, am I really drunk tonight?"
Jian Rui's pupils suddenly shrank.
The thin veil was finally torn apart at this moment.
Reading Guide
·Bamboo Horse/Master and Servant/Two-way Secret Love/White Cut Black Shou × Iceberg Loyal Dog Attack
·Slow heat in the early stage, really fragrant in the later stage
·The young master is not a real white rabbit, and the bodyguard is not a real stone.
·1V1 HE enters the trap with confidence and has a two-way secret love
·ABO world view
One sentence introduction
What you pick up casually is what others ask for.
Intention: I give you my name, and you give me my life. What I pick up is not a tool, but my life.