[BL] After Transmigrating as a Cannon Fodder Crown Prince

Chapter 18

Jian Xun was sweating profusely even though she was doing such a simple task as tying up her hair. The more cautious she became, the more nervous she became and the slower she moved.

Knowing that Xiu Yun actually didn't like to be restrained, he just gathered his normal hair in the palm of his hand and tied it behind his head with a hairpin.

Ignoring the mess at the hair extensions, looking at it in the bronze mirror, it looks pretty good.

The painful and sweet torture finally ended. Xiu Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "It looks good."

Jian Xun knew that his hands were clumsy and his bun was not pretty. Xiu Yun was just used to praising him.

Jian Xun scratched his head and said, "I will practice hard."

Xiu Yun smiled brightly: "Okay, I'm here, waiting for you to come at any time."

Xiu Yun stood up from his seat, thinking of the mess outside , took Jian Xun out and said guiltily: "I'm afraid it will be hard for Xiao Lang and me to clean it up together." "It's okay."

Jian Xun shook his head and saw that there were many fragments of porcelain on the ground, so he stopped the repairman. Yun Yun wanted to step forward and said, "Leave me alone."

Xiu Yun was not polite to him, and was pushed down by Jian Xun to sit on the chair next to the table.

Jian Xun also moved quickly, quickly cleaning up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, and then picked up Xiu Yun's pile of scrolls one by one and held them in his arms.

Xiu Yun stood up in time, picked up a scroll at his feet, picked it up in a wooden box on the table, and motioned to Jian Xun to put the scroll inside.

Jian Xun came over with more than a dozen paintings. When he lowered his head, he saw the rice paper originally pressed on the table.

His movements when placing the painting were a little slow, and his eyes were attracted by the people in the painting.

The painting on the table was placed there as soon as Jian Xun entered the door. It should be Xiu Yun's own painting, so the one in his hand now should also be the same.

But who is the person in the painting...?

Jian Xun was so distracted by this question that he didn't even notice that the painting in his hand had been put away. He stretched his hand into his arms and threw it away again.

Xiu Yun was amused and saw that Jian Xun was distracted. He asked knowingly with a smile: "What's wrong, Mr. Xiao?"

Although he knew that this happened when he saw the box containing the paintings falling to the ground, but when he really saw Jian Xun Xiu Yun simply couldn't hold back his teasing thoughts because he had to get into a temper just for the sake of a secondary painting.

It just so happened that the painting on the table was a semi-finished product, and Jian Xun was a gentleman who would not open it and look through it at will. I am afraid that now I am scratching my head and wondering who is in the painting, right?

Sure enough, the next moment Jian Xun asked in a dry voice: "This painting...?"

Xiu Yun tilted his head and said, "I write and paint every night, and the person I paint is naturally my sweetheart." Jian Xun's

heart suddenly sank, and he couldn't help it, lowering his head to look at the painting.

The painting on the table was a semi-finished product, and the wooden box happened to be placed on it. Jian Xun could only see half of the figure in the painting when he looked carefully.

The clothes are very casual, and it seems that they have not been carefully outlined, and it seems that he is holding something in his arms.

Xiu Yun sighed, lifted the wooden box slightly, and moved it a little further, finally revealing the true face of the person in the painting.

Jian Xun looked down and saw the young man in the painting wrapping an armful of things in white silk. Those bits and pieces looked very familiar, they were the ones he bought for Xiu Yun the day before yesterday.

The character only had a pair of eyebrows and eyes, and when Jian Xun looked at it, he felt that it looked very similar to himself.

I heard Xiu Yun say softly: "There is a person who sent something but didn't want to see me in person. I can't figure out what kind of mood he is in when he comes and what kind of expression he will have. I can't figure out. ...I don't want to ruin this painting, so I just put it aside."

His secret paintings were discovered by the real owner, but Xiuyun didn't feel any shyness at all. He would only use these works in his spare time to express his gratitude to Jian all the time. Find ways to convey your preference and love.

It wasn't that he had carefully considered the time and deliberately let Jian Xun run into this situation, but that he inherently knew how to use the existing conditions to achieve his goals. This was as simple as breathing for him.

From his skin to his soul, every bone and every drop of blood is deeply engraved with the word "calculation".

Xiu Yun would never hide this, whether he had ulterior motives or had a premeditated plan, he would eventually make Jian Xun bow to him without even the slightest suspicion.

Xiu Yun looked at Jian Xun with deep eyes, his eyes filled with possessiveness that he had not even noticed.

When Jian Xun looked up, he saw that Xiu Yun's eyes had already been on him. He had to stumble and explain: "The hairpin is not carved well. I don't dare to see you. I followed you that day and I don't know if you like those things." ..."

Xiu Yun frowned, walked up to Jian Xun with a smile, leaned forward, and whispered in Jian Xun's ear: "I like it. I like everything you gave me." Xiu Yun's words penetrated into Jian Xun's ears, and Jian

Xun Xun seemed to be pushed into a honey pot, and his whole body felt sweet.

At this moment, he looked down at Xiu Yun, his breathing a little messy. He eagerly wanted to do something, but he couldn't figure it out. He could only hold Xiu Yun into his arms, wanting to get closer to this person, even closer.

Xiu Yun was held by him, and he pressed an encouraging kiss on the side of Jian Xun's neck.

Jian Xun's body trembled, and the hand on Xiu Yun's waist tightened suddenly, and he couldn't help but murmured: "Ayun...!" 

"Huh?" Xiu Yun leaned against his neck, his voice low and hoarse. He asked: "Xiao Lang will be mine from now on?"

Jian Xun could not refuse this temptation and responded: "Yes..."

But not now... not yet.

The blood in Jian Xun's body was about to boil. Even though the two of them had done intimate things, they were still as excited as if they had just met for the first time.

He didn't want it to continue like this, as if he came to express his feelings today just for bed.

He suddenly noticed something, let go of Xiu Yun, turned around and stood with his back to him, the two people immediately opened a distance of more than ten feet, Jian Xun said hoarsely: "Wait... wait a minute."

Xiu Yun suddenly broke away from his arms and couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Jian Xun turning around in a panic.

Ha...that's so cute.