Guan Yu held the enthusiastic Huoling in his arms. Hollingling was so frightened by the sudden action that he dared not get out of the atmosphere.

"What's the matter, how red are you?" Guan Yu didn't respond yet. He asked dully.

"Brother, you can't let me go." Hollingling blushed even more. "It's so uncomfortable."

"Didn't it always hold you like this before? Why can't you hold it today? Guan Yu rubbed his face against Hollingling's soft hair.

Hollingling's small white face could drip water when he was red, and his hands kept fiddling with his clothes.

"Okay, okay, let go of you. What's wrong with disturbing my brother's dream so...