After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Chapter 211 Thorn Mental Hospital 9

Yang Guang was very embarrassed, but then he thought, why should he be embarrassed with his man? Now that he had something to do, he was no longer so uneasy.

Yang Guang sat on the leather sofa and stretched out his hand to catch the cup directly from the bottom, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Cyril grabbed his wrist.

"It's a little hot."

Cyril said gently, then he withdrew the hand that had just held Yang Guang's wrist, cupped the bottom of the cup, and then turned the handle of the cup to the side, pointing it at the position where Yang Guang was sitting.

"Um...thank you."

In the past, when Yang Guang said "thank you", it was mixed with other mixed emotions, so it came out smoothly.

Yang Guang actually felt a little embarrassed when he suddenly and formally thanked Cyril this time...

Cyril looked at Yang Guang with his red ears, and then carefully took the cup, and sat down beside him with satisfaction.

"You came at the right time. This is just prepared, so it's still a little hot. You can leave it for a while and drink it later... But don't let it get cold, or the taste will deteriorate."

Yang Guang nodded.

He glanced at the cup in his hand, and then he realized that Cyril really still liked to use some beautiful cups, just like when he was in the Castle of Thorns...

Thinking of this, Yang Guang took a sip carefully.

Hmm? It's sweet... and has a floral scent...

Cyril placed his hand on the back of the sofa behind Yang Guang, and smiled as he watched Yang Guang carefully take a sip, and then carefully take another sip...

Cyril: "How does it taste?"

Yang Guang tasted it and found it was jasmine tea and nodded in surprise.

"Mmmmm, delicious!"

Although the scent of jasmine was not strong enough to fill the entire office, Yang Guang's nose was still filled with the fragrance.

And the tea is hot, which makes the flavor easier to capture.

The color of the tea is bright yellow-green and clear, and the taste is quite mellow, with a fresh and refreshing taste.

I don’t know if it’s because honey is added to the jasmine tea, or if it’s mixed with other teas, but the tea tastes sweet, not bitter or astringent, which is the taste and flavor that Yang Guang prefers.

"What made you think of making this kind of tea?"

Yang Guang had a strange question. He had seen Cyril drink black tea or coffee in the Castle of Thorns, and he had never asked him to drink jasmine tea. But he was born in the south, grew up in the south, and finally settled in the south. So every summer, the city would be filled with the scent of jasmine.

Sometimes the fragrance comes from an old lady's stall, and sometimes it comes from a woman's hair...

Cyril explained: "I don't know, I just suddenly remembered that there is a flower like this in the East... and then I happened to find this flower..."

Yang Guang nodded as if he understood, and continued to sip his tea.

Cyril watched Yang Guang sipping his tea seriously, yet afraid of getting burned, as if he was watching a cat constantly touching the water with its furry little paws wearing white gloves.

Scary and playful.

Thinking of this, the smile in Cyril's eyes deepened. He bent his arm that was resting on the back of the sofa and helped Yang Guang straighten his collar, which seemed a little raised when viewed from behind. Then he saw Yang Guang's slightly open collar, as well as his collarbone and skin inside the collar.

Cyrillic:"……"

When he and Yang Guang were face to face, they didn't notice that the neckline was very open at all, but after changing the angle, they could see a lot more.

Cyril wanted to look away like a gentleman, as it was others' freedom to button their collars however they wanted, but he couldn't control his gaze...

So he naturally stretched out his other hand, and then cooperated with the hand behind Yang Guang to help Yang Guang straighten his collar.

"……Um?"

Yang Guang held the teacup, but was a little afraid to move because he was afraid that the scented tea inside would spill out.

At this time, Cyril had one hand behind Yang Guang's neck, reached forward and grabbed the button, and with the other hand he aimed at Yang Guang's collar and buttoned it up.

If someone pushed the door open at this moment, Cyril would look like he had surrounded Yang Guang.

It can also be said that it was like holding Yang Guang in his arms.

Yang Guang was a little stiff, but it was not because of the close contact with Cyril, but because the teacup in his hand was filled with hot tea. If it was really spilled, no one would feel good.

But Cyril didn't think so. He paused for a moment while buttoning his collar, and after confirming that Yang Guang's body was stiff and even his breathing was a little cautious, he withdrew his hands.

"I'm sorry if that offends you."

Cyril didn't explain why he did this, he just apologized to Yang Guang and moved away.

Yang Guang:?

Yang Guang: What do you mean???

They are already an old married couple, and they are still doing this???

It's a bit pretentious, isn't it, Cyril?

Yang Guang watched in shock as Cyril lifted his butt and moved away, and then an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

In every dungeon, he would think about finding him out from all the dungeon NPCs, and then try every possible way to seduce this person, just to make this person confess his feelings quickly and fall in love with him quickly.

Originally, a dungeon would not take very long. Even if one entered the dungeon earlier than the other players and left it later, the time would still be very short.

In such a short time, this person still wanted to make excuses and dress modestly. He was obviously craving for her to death, but he still had to say that he didn't mean that.

Yang Guang gritted his teeth in anger. Maybe it was because he was too angry, but he decided not to continue to be timid and secretive about Cyril's innocent love affair.

Considering that Cyril always used his favorite cup to entertain him, Yang Guang carefully placed the cup in the center before getting angry, and only continued to be angry after making sure it was stable.

The specific reason why Yang Guang was angry was that he forcefully kissed Cyril.

Yes, that's right. Yang Guang, who was angry, stood up, took a step, came to Cyril, then turned over and sat on Cyril's legs.

And very hard.

Confused, Cyril subconsciously stretched out his hands and held Yang Guang's waist, their skin touching. Yang Guang's work pants were not thick, and Cyril's suit pants were also spring and summer style, so Cyril could clearly feel the temperature of Yang Guang's body.

Cyril felt his thighs and face were hot.

Yang Guang didn't care much. After making sure that he was sitting firmly, he pushed Cyril against the sofa and then lowered his head to nibble on him.

Cyrillic:?!!

Although, Cyril certainly would not refuse a good thing that came from heaven.

Anyone who can push away the kiss from the person he or she likes must be a very rational person.

Unfortunately, Cyril is not yet rational enough to do this.

So he opened his mouth and responded.