Come to Douluo, you're not a scumbag

(Should be two to four shifts a day lately, subscriptions are rushing)

It was late at night, and Tang Muchen slept deeply.

He had also done a lot of bad things today and was given a lot of soy milk, at least a large portion of a bowl, plus a soft fragrant jade embrace, he was also a bit drifting, and fell asleep a while after closing his eyes.

Tang Yuehua's eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened in the embrace, and her hazel eyes emitted color in the darkness.

She gently moved her body, slightly caressed her body, and gently printed a mouthful on his lips.

Feeling the swelling of her lips, she was also embarrassed.

The main reason was that this animal was so energetic, and she would be hard pressed to keep doing these things.

Especially today, the amount of food she let herself eat was really large.

Even though she couldn't stand the taste, she still moved her throat at his gentle voice.

She gently pulled the soft blanket off her body.

She gently got out of bed, draped in a lavender nightgown, she put on her cotton slippers and went outside.

As she opened the door, she looked inside.

Don rolled over but held an empty one, then grabbed the pillow and went back to sleep.

"It's so grown up."

She gave a small smile.

Then quietly closed the door.

In the dark night, only the sound of Tang Mudu's snoring remained.

The living room was still lit with golden lights and shadows, revolving around a prismatic pattern.

In the empty hall, a figure sat there quietly.

The long silver hair flowed down, but only a back shadow deeply attracted Tang Yuehua's eyes.

Only in the next moment did she come back to her senses: "What a stunning beauty."

"It's no wonder that bastard would like this."

She took a step towards her.

Hearing the slight sound of footsteps, Gu Yue Na looked back at Tang Yue Hua.

The purple eyes looked at each other, both reflecting each other's figure.

"What do you want to ask?"

"It's worth the message you just sent me."

Tang Yuehua had a faint smile on her face.

Although peaceful, it was more of an appearance of being in control of the situation.

Gu Yue Na looked at her faintly, "What is the relationship between you two?"

Her recent understanding of the human world had broken through to a new level, and her insight ability was originally considered extremely excellent, so Tang Muchen and her small movements were also slightly aware of it.

"What do you think."

"That should be easy to see."

"Nana, I remember when we were kissing in the room, you had already come to the door, right."

The smile on Tang Yuehua's face was somehow strong, and it looked like it was just very bad.

It was very inconsistent with her original character, and her apparently noble and cool demeanor and now such a harsh behavior let people understand another side of her.

It turns out that the Moon Pavilion owner is not only the noble and lovely side of her, but she also shows that kind of expression when facing emotional problems.

Gu Yue Na nodded faintly, "I am indeed."

"Here I feel I should interject a sentence."

"You belong to the type that stares at us with a glare."

"I suppose so."

"But I saw you, always watching the images of us kissing and talking about love, and your eyes always drifted down to my lips when we were eating together afterwards, didn't I?"

"It's true, I've developed some written curiosity about this contact of yours."

She replied.

"Can this behavior really feel pleasurable?"

She inquired.

"This is a knowledge you can't learn from books, you don't know what it's like."

Tang Yuehua's face was covered with a somewhat wrong expression.

"It's really comfortable."

"And aren't you curious about another thing as well?"

"The story of him and me in the narrow lane, and what we did under the dining room table."

"You can feel it all, I suppose."

"Yeah."

"That's one way of mating, I guess."

She said softly.

"Ahem."

Although Tang Yuehua listened to the term describing some strange expressions, he still picked up on it.

"You can say that too, but this is an act that must be done with the person you like."

"You like him?"

"Obvious."

"What about your feelings?"

Tang Yuehua asked the still innocent woman in front of him.

"Me?"

Guyana shook her head, keeping her tone light, "I honestly don't feel anything in my heart."

"But it seems a little hard to see it."

"That's the main reason why you asked to meet me today, isn't it."

"Yes."

Tang Yuehua leaned in close to her, her faint breath spreading through her earlobes, and the atmosphere seemed to become even stranger as the two gorgeous women did so.

"You should ask your heart more and follow it."

"If you can't see it, then you probably care about him."

"Care?"

"That's the first step in the emotional process, generating the emotion of caring, and you saw what I was doing at the beginning."

"I'm being generous, and when I see that, I also care, which could then evolve into a much different emotion."

"It could be good, it could be bad."

"You already have the initial feeling of caring about him, so try to import it in a good direction."

"You should be able to do that."

"You're a very smart little girl."

She left this statement and was up again.

Elegant posture, excellent face, and straight curves, even Guzuna's eyes were turned sideways.

She stepped back to the room she had just been in.

Before opening the door, she suddenly turned her head and said with a bit of mischievousness: "Actually, the taste of milk is still good, if you think it over, you can ask him, I believe he is very happy."

Leaving this sentence, Tang Yuehua opened the door and gently closed it.

It was pitch black inside.

Only Gu Yue Na, who remained in the living room, was left.

Her mind kept revolving around what Tang Yuehua had just said.

"Try this."

She suddenly felt a warmth on her face.

She gently stretched out her hand and slightly caressed her pretty face.

There was something a little hot, this was her intuitive feeling.

"What exactly does this feel like?"

Guyana is still puzzled by this.

What is this feeling of some joy and yet some anticipation?

I understood what she just said.

But when she finished speaking, her face had a strange warmth on it.

So warm.

It was as if she was singing a song or whispering by the pillow.

This feeling, since she had been conscious, seemed to have only been felt by one person.

She clearly remembered a few words she had written in a book.

The warmth was always due to the actions of a boy, but at the root, it was her own emotions that rose and fell with her movements.

Was it because she cared?

Although she didn't understand it very well, and what Tang Yuehua said to her just now wasn't that clear, she seemed to understand some of it again.

Is this a better understanding of human emotions?

Or, I understand my own emotions better, and I understand my own thoughts.

It's called caring.