Chapter 273

"Thank you." Du Ting whispered.

"It's all small things. You're welcome." Shen Yan lies with his back to the incense table, low and underground.

They lay face to face, close to each other. Du Ting can even smell the body odor of the young man. It's a kind of cold fragrance, quiet and cool. It's not like any kind of spice sold in the shop. Instead, it seems to come out of his bones. It's unique and confusing.

This man is so gentle

Du Ting couldn't help thinking that Mingming was not big, but he still insisted on lying on his side. He just wanted to protect his sister from the wind.

"My name is Du ting. What's your name?" Du Ting asked in a low voice.

He is a very alert person. Anyone who knows a little about him knows that it is not easy for him to take the initiative to tell his name and be interested in other people's information.

"My name is Wen Chenyan." Shen Yan's voice is smaller for fear of disturbing his sister's gentleness.

Who knows the little girl said: "brother, don't talk in your voice, I feel uncomfortable."

Shen Yan turned back and said, "don't you sleep?"

"Sleep, I can sleep when I listen to you." As if afraid of Shen Yan's disbelief, Wen Ya added, "in the past, Auntie and aunt played mahjong in the living room with a loud voice. I fell asleep after listening to the noise. Sometimes, they don't play mahjong. The living room is quiet, but I can't sleep. "

Du Ting's face moved, thinking: the two brothers and sisters used to be rich. No wonder he saw that although the little girl was dirty, he could only see the color of the clothes, but the material was excellent.

The night wind blowing, the closer to midnight, the colder.

Shen Yan couldn't help getting closer to Du Ting, and they almost met each other.

Du Ting's heart beat fast for a moment, and he shrank back subconsciously. But the boy in front of him buckled his waist and said to him impatiently, "what are you hiding from? Aren't you afraid of cold?"

Not so cold.

Anyway, it's not like I haven't been frozen.

Du Ting was upset, but he didn't move any more obediently. They were so close that they could smell each other's breath.

Du Ting thought of his injury and was very embarrassed. He asked in a low voice, "do I smell of blood?"

Shen Yan wanted to sleep very much, but it was so cold at night that he couldn't sleep at all. He frowned, thinking about how the thin boy could be so garrulous that his mind ached.

"Yes, so what?" Shen Yan said impatiently, "are you going to take a bath?"

That's very impolite.

However, Du Ting was comforted tortuously. With some expectation, he asked, "don't you smell bad?"

What a shame! As a fierce ghost, Lao Tzu likes the smell of blood very much. Now he even wants to bite you with a bite of blood, so he asks if you are afraid!! Shen Yan was bored to death in his heart. He said impatiently: "sleep, how can you talk so much?"

What he wanted to say was blocked in his throat.

It's the first time that someone thinks he talks too much.

In the past, those people thought he spoke little, and even ridiculed him as dumb.

However, facing the man in front of him, Du Ting found that he had a strong desire to speak. Although the other side looked disgusted, he still couldn't help saying.

The cold wind stopped for a while and began to blow again.

After holding on for a long time, Du Ting finally said: "brother Wen, if you don't dislike me, I'll sleep with you."