When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

When Qi Yan opened his eyes again, it was already night. Sitting vaguely, he pushed the quilt aside, preparing to go to the ground to get up at night, but was stumbled by the people around when he stepped out of bed.

"Alas..." Qi Yan called out: "Whose dead person is next to the bed..."

Qi Yan muttered, rubbing his eyes sober and clear-headed, and at a glance, it was Xizhao, who was sleeping soundly.

"By the way, people are still in your room..." Qi Yan glared at him, Qi Yan muttered: "How good is it to ask my brother to pick me up, but I want to squeeze a bed with others, not comfortable when sleeping, Humph."

Turning around and taking two steps, Qi Yan froze, looked at the fruit with only a tulle on her body, and quickly screamed back into the quilt.

Sleeping confused, I forgot that there was no cover on my body, just slipped down the bird just now!

With this exclamation, Xi Zhao was awakened. He opened his eyes and looked at Qi Yan with a disgruntled expression.

"go to bed."

"Just blame you..." Qi Yan's grieved mouth narrowed: "If you find me clothes, I won't--"

"Won't it?" Xi Zhao didn't get used to him. He stretched out his hand and dragged the curtain down on the bed. He was still casually on Qi Yan: "Cover it, let's go to the night."

Qi Yan shrank, surrounded the warm white curtain, crossed Xi Zhao, and went down to the night.

After a while, Qi Yan came back and found that Xi Zhao did not sleep anymore, but instead turned out a book from somewhere, lit the candlelight by the bed, and was quietly reading it. I didn't know how hard he was working. Qi Yan didn't dare to disturb him. He silently bypassed Xi Zhao, climbed back to his place in the bed, covered the quilt, and prepared to continue sleeping.

The relationship between Qi Yan and Xi Zhao is a bit strange, unpredictable, and makes them deeply misty.

Because of the dim candlelight, the lights flickering, Qi Yan couldn’t sleep either, and after a long while, he turned and turned to Xi Zhao, saying, "Why don’t you want me to return to the Demon Church? I’m not the one who revenge. I'm afraid I won't bite you back when I go back?"

"Why did you come to my martial arts league?" Xi Zhao did not give Qi Yan a look, and his voice was as silent as the night sky.

Qi Yan thought for a while and said truthfully: "You pass me the devil's bad words, I will let you clarify the gossip."

"When will I spread the evil words of the Demon Church?" Xi Zhao's voice said as usual.

"Don't you admit it yet?" Qi Yan glared with a small expression: "It's not all of you who said that my demon was evil, and supported Xi Zhao as the leader of the martial arts!"

Xi Zhao glanced at him indifferently, and then flicked his hand, the candle light went out instantly.

Qi Yan stared at the man as if he was too lazy to be bothered to sleep with him.

——What is this? Why is there a kind of daughter-in-law who wants to help her mother-in-law and her husband's unwillingness to see her when she talks with her husband?

With a slight sigh, Qi Yan held out his hand, hammered Xi Zhao a few times, pretending to be the air, and then hummed back, closed his eyes, and went to sleep!

A good night’s sleep, the dreams were smoky, as wonderful as a fairyland. Walking in the fog, I can't see any scenery, I just feel that it's very floating, I can't dream strangely, and it's very helpful for sleep.

It seems that it was because the night was up, and Qi Yan woke up the next day not very early. When Xi Zhao was already neatly dressed and washing, Qi Yan opened his eyes confusedly, looking at Xi Zhao, neat and a little dazed.

Seeing that he had woke up, Xi Zhao picked up a long robe and threw it over: "Don."

Qi Yan sucked his mouth, picked up the clothes and looked at it, then threw it aside in disgust: "I want to wear a red one."

Xi Zhao's indifferent eyes fell on his face: "If you don't wear it, you won't."

"Hmm..." Qi Yan flinched, and took his crescent-white robe back in a flimsy manner. Under Xi Zhao's gaze, he went to the ground: "Is there no maidservant to wait for me to dress?"

"Come on your own." Xi Zhaodao said.

Qi Yan took a deep breath, begging to accept his fate, and began to wear it from his underwear and trousers.

About a quarter of an hour later, Qi Yan was well-dressed, but he had new troubles. Sitting in front of the dressing table, Qi Yan looked at his messy long hair, crying with a sad face, and turned to look at Xi Zhao.

"Call a maidservant to tie my hair."

Xi Zhao, holding the scroll, looked up at him and said, "There is no maidservant."

"...Your martial arts leader has no maidservant?!" Qi Yan did not believe: "Have you hidden your maidservant?"

"I'm hiding a maidservant." Xi Zhao really didn't understand his brain circuit, sighed and stood up, came behind Qi Yan, and straightened his head: "I'll take care of your hair."

"...Why would you even stop your hair?!" Xi Yan, staring at the round mirror, did not get the slightest response from him.

With all the martial arts leaders and no maidservants, Qi Yan really did not understand what kind of person Xi Zhao was.

Long, supple hair was bundled into a ponytail by the hair crown, and Qi Yan was exceptionally heroic. Looking at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, Qi Yan began to extend his hand and turned the box over.

Xi Zhao frowned: "What are you looking for?"

"Yu skin rouge." Qi Yan answered with a straightforward heart.

Although I don’t know what ‘Jade Skin Rouge’ is, I know that it’s something that only exists in women’s homes.

Xi Zhaodao: "Where is the jade skin rouge."

Qi Yan rummaged for something, then sighed decadently.

"Ah, you really don't take care of your skin." Qi Yan touched his cheek: "My little face, I haven't applied jade skin rouge for two days, and I don't know if it will affect the touch."

Xi Zhao did not speak to him, flicked his sleeves, came to the outer room, sat on the round stool, and began to have breakfast.

"Hey, breakfast is already here!" Qi Yan came over and sat next to Xi Zhao, grabbing a piece of steamed cake with his chopsticks and took a bite: "Well, it tastes good, but it's far worse than the crystal cake of the Demon Church ~."

Xi Zhaosheng had a bowl of porridge, chewed slowly, and said nothing; on the other hand, Qi Yan kept talking incessantly.

"You also said that you don't have a maidservant, who was the breakfast person just now? Huh, liar~"

"Your Wulin League is a good cook. Let me take it to the devil for a few days and let him teach us how to cook this steamed cake?"

"Don't talk, so stingy. You let me take the cook back, and I let my brother come to accompany you."

...

Xi Zhao's perfect interpretation of what it means is food and speech, while Qi Yan's perfect interpretation of what is called talk.

Just as the two were eating hard, there was an urgent voice outside.

"Leader! Demon Protection Law-Xuanwu, took people into the martial arts alliance!"

When the words fell, Xi Zhao's hand held the chopsticks, and Qi Yan was also at a loss.

The cold eyes quickly glanced at Qi Yan, and Xi Zhaoyi grasped his wrist, working harder: "When did you spread the letter?"

Qi Yan suffered from pain, and his mind was in a mess. After a long thought, he murmured: "Before I was caught in the Xingchun Tower..."

——Isn't it the signal flare that wants money! ?