Stigma (Yi Cong Yin) - Stigma (Yi Cong Yin) Chapter 107

The bed curtain layer fell, and the candle shadow shook slightly.

Sui Yan grabbed the drape with his backhand, and his slender fingers grabbed the drape with wrinkles.

Duan Ming Chong said: “I am very light.”

Sui Yan took a few breaths, and then choked abruptly, and screamed, “Hu, nonsense…you…you are too bad, so I don’t want to believe you…hmm!”

Duan Mingchong said nothing.

Sui Yan gasped for a while, and then muttered: “No, no next time, really no next time, you wait for me! I can do it…ah!”

Duan Mingchong said helplessly: “Ayan, you mean that there is no next time, so that I think this is the last time, and then treat you harder?”

Sui Yan’s eyes were whirling with tears and his pupils were diverging. He forcibly resisted the numbness all over his body. After reacting, he looked at Duan Mingchong in amazement, and tremblingly said: “I, I don’t…”

Duan Mingchong got up and dropped a kiss between his eyebrows, and said softly: “Then stop talking.”

Sui Yan’s calves were trembling, and he tremblingly said, “Is it impossible to say or talk?”

Duan Ming Chong said: “No, I will take it seriously.”

Sui Yan couldn’t move his hands, so he could only turn his head away, biting a strand of her hair, sobbing and daring not to say anything.

I don’t know how long it took, and there was no movement in the account.

After a long time, Sui Yan said hoarsely: “Untie it for me!”

Duan Mingchong drew the sweaty long hair on the side of Sui Yan’s face aside, and then untied the hair band tied on his wrist.

As soon as Sui Yan gained freedom, he immediately threw the torturous hairband on the couch, his eyes flushed, and said, “I will never use this kind of ornamental hairband in the future.”

Duan Mingchong said helplessly: “Isn’t it what you want to use?”

Sui Yan’s eyes were full of water waves. He gave him a fierce look, and whispered: “I…I will not be serious when I lose my mind, for fear of scratching you…”

The wound he made on Ming Chong’s arm at the front end of the year had just healed. Sui Yan felt distressed before seeing him. Last time he almost scratched the wound in the hot spring.

It’s also cheaper. Duan Ming Chong does whatever he wants.

Years of Yan had just endured it, but he still struggled instinctively in the depths of his love, and there were already red marks on his wrists.

Duan Mingchong grabbed his wrist and said distressedly: “Does it hurt?”

Sui Yan lowered his head to rub his hands, shook his head, and whispered, “Tomorrow my brother will scold me again.”

Duan Mingchong leaned over and kissed the corner of his eye, and said, “Wait, I’ll let someone prepare hot water.”

Sui Yan nodded.

He was so tired that he lay down curled up for a while before falling into a deep sleep. Even Duan Ming Chong did not wake up for cleaning him.

On the second day, Duan Mingchong was afraid that Sui Yan would be awakened by him and would be angrily. He patiently hugged him until the sun went three poles before Sui Yan woke up naturally.

Sui Yan Yu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and instinctively rubbed Duan Mingchong’s arms, and said vaguely: “When is it?”

Duan Ming Chong said: “It’s been three quarters.”

Sui Yan gave an “Oh”, then subconsciously rubbed it, and said in a solemn way: “I don’t want to go, you go and tell my brother, I will go back tomorrow.”

His Royal Highness has a very good rule. He said that he must go back today when he goes back today. He sat up and held Sui Yan on his shoulder, and softly coaxed: “Don’t be so childish. The day after tomorrow will be the wedding day. I will soon Pick you up.”

In fact, Duan Mingchong knew that if Sui Yan promised to send him away tomorrow, he might postpone it again tomorrow.

Tomorrow and tomorrow, I am afraid that I will never leave again.

Sui Yan nodded faintly, rubbed his forehead against Duan Mingchong’s neck for a while, before intending to get up.

It’s just that when he moved, his waist felt like he had been beaten, and it was so aching.

Sui Yan held his body and took a few breaths before gritted his teeth and stared at Duan Mingchong.

Only then did Duan Mingchong make sure that every time Sui Yan woke up early the next morning, she would lose her temper at him, and it had nothing to do with sleeping full.

Sui Yan, who had suffered a serious crime and was about to return home, did not show Duan Mingchong’s face at all. He watched everyone put his things in the carriage, and then took a cold look at Duan Mingchong, then turned and stepped on the horse bench to get into the carriage.

Duan Mingchong got into the carriage and sent him back after he was busy.

When Sui Yan saw him raising the curtain, he wanted to scold him for not sending it, but when the words came to his lips, he was not willing to say it, so he glanced at him reluctantly and assumed that he had come up.

Duan Mingchong knocked on the wall of the carriage, and the carriage moved leisurely.

Sui Yan ignored him, putting both hands back and forth in his wide sleeves, lowered his head, wondering how to block the red marks on his wrists from Suixun’s awareness.

Duan Mingchong watched him rubbing around, worrying that the red marks on his wrists would be severely rubbed, so he hurriedly sat down and said, “I have…”

Sui Yan raised his eyes and said lightly, “Your Highness.”

Duan Mingchong had to sit back, and said helplessly, “…I have a string of Buddhist beads, do you want to wear it?”

He took out a long string of Buddhist beads from his sleeve, and said, “Wrap it several times, so it won’t rub against your wrist, and it can also block the…that trace, okay?”

Sui Yan still didn’t believe in gods and Buddhas, frowning instinctively, and then looking at his wrists, before reaching out his index finger, hooking the Buddhist beads, and entwining himself.

Sui Yan hasn’t spoken, Duan Mingchong has been pondering for a long time, feeling that he still needs to make it clear.

“Ayan, I want to talk with you.”

The Buddha beads are smooth, and the ink beads are made of no one knows what they are made of. They feel warm to the touch and are not too cold to wear.

Sui Yan solved the trouble of being scolded by Suixun, and finally glanced at Duan Mingchong, his tone was not as aggressive as before.

“What does your Highness want to talk about?”

Duan Mingchong hesitated for a moment, then said: “Every time you get up, you are so angry, I… I can ask, are you really angry?”

Sui Yan: “…”

Sui Yan’s hand fiddled with the Buddhist beads trembling slightly, and the two beads collided with a slight “click” sound.

Sui Yan looked at him in disbelief, his lips trembled, and he didn’t speak for a long time.

Duan Mingchong saw that he was shaking with anger, and then he understood: Every time before Sui Yan got up from bed, he was so angry and shameless, it was nothing more than feeling that he was taken advantage of, and he wanted to be hypocritical to make him feel bad. Actually, I didn’t feel angry.

But now, after he asked this question without the eyesight, Sui Yan was really angry.

Duan Mingchong hurriedly wanted to remedy: “Ayan, I just want to say…”

With red eyes, Sui Yan said coldly: “I know, you don’t need to say anything.”

Duan Mingchong: “I…”

Sui Yan said: “His Royal Highness.”

His eyes were a little cold, and for a moment he was shocked in place.

Sui Yan nodded slightly, and the distance made Duan Mingchong breathless.

“His Royal Highness needn’t say much.”

Duan Mingchong had never been seen by him with such a look, and for a moment he didn’t know what to say.

The two were speechless all the way, and finally arrived at the Hou Mansion.

After the carriage stopped, Sui Yan didn’t even say a word, so he opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Duan Mingchong looked at his back in a flustered manner. He was frustrated all the way, thinking of countless ways to explain to Sui Yan, but he swallowed the words to his lips.

Seeing Sui Yan’s decisiveness at this time, he finally panicked. He was stunned for a while at the same place, then suddenly opened the curtain, and jumped down without stepping on the horse stool.

He walked up the steps a few steps, did not see Sui Yan’s person, and hurriedly grabbed Haitang on the side and asked, “Where is your young master?”

Haitang pointed to the side corridor blankly: “Go there.”

Duan Mingchong was too late to say anything, so he hurried to catch up.

He originally thought that Sui Yan was so angry that he didn’t want to see him, but as soon as he turned the corridor, he saw Sui Yan standing under a Suxin plum tree with his sleeves up, as if waiting for him.

Duan Mingchong’s hanging heart finally fell, he took a deep breath and walked over quickly.

Sui Yan turned around slightly when he heard the footsteps, and saw Duan Mingchong who was a little bewildered.

Duan Ming Chong Na said: “Ayan, listen to my explanation…”

Sui Yan didn’t listen, but interrupted him: “His Royal Highness.”

Duan Mingchong looked up at him flusteredly.

Sui Yan said: “His Royal Highness is now clear, am I really angry, or do I want to be different from your acting like a baby?”

Duan Mingchong was startled, and he didn’t react to the meaning of this sentence for a while.

Seeing him like this, Sui Yan sighed in his heart.

He stepped forward, reached out his hand to hug Duan Mingchong, leaned on his chest and whispered, “Why is it so difficult to flirt with you?”

Duan Mingchong was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand with difficulty, and hugged Sui Yan’s warm body tightly, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Sui Yan said: “If I really get angry, I won’t even care about you. What are you thinking about all day long?”

Duan Mingchong put his forehead on Sui Yan’s hair, and whispered, “I…I’m afraid I didn’t do it well enough. You will leave me one day. I always had this kind of dream before. You can go. Resolutely, just leave me a back view.”

Xu was in his childhood, or Duan Ming Chong cared too much about Sui Yan, which caused him to always be a little concerned about his gains and losses.

Rao is holding people firmly in the palm, and there is still a fear of separation in my heart.

Sui Yan suddenly felt distressed. He hugged Duan Mingchong’s waist and said, “I have said, as long as you don’t take the initiative to push me away, I won’t go.”

Duan Ming Chong said: “I still feel uneasy…”

Sui Yan wanted to comfort him a few more words, but he was startled by a coughing sound suddenly coming from the side.

Sui Yan turned around and looked around, and saw Suixun and Jun Jingxing were standing on the corridor not far away. I don’t know how long they have been here.

Sui Yan: “…”

Duan Mingchong: “…”

Xu Ye felt that the crowds of these two people were too hurtful. Suixun lowered his head slightly to look at the hilt of his waist, as if he was studying the lines; Jun Jingxing raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes were nothingness, as if he was studying why his eyes were so disturbed. The strong sun burns almost blindly.

Sui Yan Naily let go of his hand and said, “Brother, I’m back.”

Suixun didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or to scold him for a while. Xu was thinking of Jiang Ning’s words before. He endured and forbeared it for a long time before he said with difficulty: “Go back, come back…have breakfast?”

It’s past noon.

Sui Yan said honestly: “I have eaten.”

Except Sui Yan, almost no one could make Duan Mingchong change his color. He adjusted his sleeves and quickly recovered to the usual breeze. He nodded slightly: “General Sui.”

Sui Xun’s noodles are delicious, and he hugs his fists and salutes: “I have seen His Royal Highness.”

Duan Ming Chong said: “You don’t need to be polite, I just came to send Ayan back, and I will leave soon.”

Suixun said that if you want to leave, hurry up, keep putting your hand on my brother’s waist, in broad daylight, I don’t know how to be ashamed!

Sui Xun didn’t want to make himself too bad, so he hurriedly told a few words, and then went to the front yard to be busy.

Although Duan Mingchong said that he would leave soon, he and Sui Yan spent a long time in the courtyard and left immediately after the sun set.

It was not until Duan Mingchong left that Jun Jingxing went to the courtyard.

Sui Yan was leaning on the soft couch and casually dialed the Buddhist beads in his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jun Jingxing stood by him and explained what he had found out. He looked down at his constantly moving wrist and said, “How to do it?”

When Jun Jingxing was just talking, Sui Yan had been dialing the Buddha beads until he asked this sentence, his knuckled fingers lightly paused, and the beads lightly bumped, and finally stopped.

Sui Yan looked a little blankly at the candied fruit box on the side of the small case-that was three or four years ago, Li Zhao was worried that he was too hard to take medicine, and specially asked the craftsman to create a small box that can put several kinds of candied fruit or honey in one go. Sugar does not taste.

Sui Yan has been using it for four years, and the four corners were so badly polished that he had not been changed.

Jun Jingxing looked at him a little strangely, and tentatively said softly, “Master Hou?”

Sui Yan gently closed his glass-like eyes, and repeated in a low voice: “How to do…”