"Yueyue, I'm coming in."
Knocking on the door, Xiang Fengyu stepped in on his plush slippers.
A small black shadow quickly jumped out of the shadows the moment the door closed, and its body clung to the door.
The fireplace in Yan Xingyue's house was burning brightly, and the whole house was smoked a warm orange color.
The room that usually feels gloomy actually has a touch of warmth.
After staring at the fireplace for a few times and wondering where the chimney could lead, Xiang Fengyu turned his attention to Yan Xingyue over there.
The usually tightly wrapped person was now wearing a loose pajamas with a somewhat large neckline, revealing her white collarbone and neck.
Xiang Fengyu stared at him intently.
"Yueyue..."
Yan Xingyue put the phone aside and looked at her lazily: "Huh?"
Xiang Fengyu scratched his head in embarrassment: "I seem to be a little bit like that."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
You didn't grow that thing at all.
Xiang Fengyu took a run and rushed towards the bed.
Climbing next to Yan Xingyue, she lay down directly and said to the person next to her expectantly: "Come on, come on."
Yan Xingyue looked at her impatient look, turned his eyes to the side, and said in a low voice: "Are you sure?"
Xiang Fengyu nodded: "Of course, didn't you agree?"
"If I'm not happy, you can't stop."
Yan Xingyue looked at the person next to her who was defenseless against her. She had obviously suffered a lot that day, but she still made such an expression towards him.
His fingers slowly touched her waist, and he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes.
"Close your eyes."
Xiang Fengyu closed his eyes, feeling a little nervous.
This is the first time... It would be a lie to say that I don't feel anything.
"Well... be gentle..."
Xiang Fengyu trembled, and his fingers tightly clenched the sheets under him.
The little mouse outside the door: "..."
The person behind the little mouse: "..."
I didn't work overtime just to hear this.
Seeing the sound getting more and more exaggerated, softer and softer, it tickled people's hearts like a hook.
k cursed.
"Damn, this is such a late night..."
He began to doubt whether he would really use his own boss to take action.
How long has it been since No. 2 was voted in?
Could it be that No. 1 is just a coincidence?
"Don't...it won't work there..."
A soft female voice came vaguely from the microphone, and K swallowed.
"Fuck...who can bear this?"
No wonder it can fascinate the Yan family's ailing young man.
I'm thinking of turning up the volume on my headphones.
There was a sudden buzzing sound from the microphone. He had just put his hand on the mouse, and the next second——
The screen in front of him suddenly turned scarlet, and a blood-red skull burst out from the thorns.
k pressed the keyboard urgently, but to no avail.
The protection he was proud of was as vulnerable as a newborn baby in front of the other party.
Then the screen goes off.
All the equipment in the entire house was collectively scrapped.
K sat blankly on the chair, recalling the blood-red skull he had glimpsed just now, his lips trembling slightly.
"That is………"
"Yes, that's right there...um...Yueyue? Why don't you continue."
Xiang Fengyu, who was squinting in enjoyment, felt the person on his body stop and turned to look at him.
Then he complained: "You are playing with your mobile phone so inattentively!"
Yan Xingyue put down the phone and looked at her.
He said without any sincerity: "I'm sorry."
Xiang Fengyu curled his lips and moved.
"hurry up."
"Keep stepping on me."
She grinned excitedly.
Yan Xingyue met her eyes, lowered her eyes silently, and began to step on her back.
"Move to the left, yes, it's the sore spot on your shoulder. Use a little more force, Yueyue. If you don't push harder, I'll step on my face."
"You don't want me to steal your socks, either, Xiao Yueyue."
Yan Xingyue worked hard for her to drive her.
Finally, he was satisfied with being stepped on. When it was time for him to get the 'compensation', Xiang Fengyu was already lying on his quilt and snoring.
The corners of his mouth were still curled up in a strange way, and he muttered from time to time: "Bitter tea... Hehe, there are so many bitter teas... They are all mine... Hehehe."
"No pink ones..."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Sitting cross-legged next to her, he reached out and pinched her cheek flesh. Xiang Fengyu didn't react at all.
Yan Xingyue's eyes gradually darkened.
"You think you can escape this way, right?"
Lifting Xiang Fengyu up, Yan Xingyue grabbed her right hand, leaned his lips against her ear and whispered, "It doesn't matter if you wake up or not, just lend me this."
...
Xiang Fengyu woke up the next day, and his fingers were so sore that they didn't even look like his own.
With her hair messy, she got up from the bed and looked at her right hand. She mumbled hoarsely, "Did you carry me out to the disco last night?"
A hand reached out from beside her and turned her head away.
The shadow fell, and before Xiang Fengyu could react, something soft pressed against her cheek.
"morning."
A familiar voice came clearly.
Xiang Fengyu covered her cheek in confusion and said blankly: "Yueyue, why did you kiss me?"
Yan Xingyue's face was calm, as if he hadn't done what he just did.
"The medicine hasn't worn off yet."
Xiang Fengyu:? ? ?
Her eyes dropped and her tone was dangerous: "Since it's so useless, let's just cut it off."
"By the way, transplant my uterus. I'm going to be a great aunt soon."
Any man would feel pain after hearing this.
"It's okay Yueyue, cut it and put it on for me. From now on, I will love you."
Xiang Fengyu showed a smile that could be called obscene.
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Good news: She doesn't reject it
Bad news: She wants to put it on herself
"enough."
Curling his fingers and tapping her forehead, Yan Xingyue urged her to get up.
"I'm going out today."
Xiang Fengyu pointed to himself: "Should I go too?"
She felt a little reluctant.
The less I go out, the less I like going out.
She also wanted to finish it quickly and do other things.
Yan Xingyue turned around: "Go buy underwear."
Xiang Fengyu, who was originally on the bed, suddenly appeared at the door.
"I'll choose! I'll choose! I'll choose! I'll choose!"
"what ever."
When the two were preparing to go out, at the same time, the Jiang family came.
"Mom, who is my biological father?"
Jiang Zhi's eyes were bloodshot and he stood opposite Jiang Zhiying with a decadent face and his voice was hoarse.
His sharp eyes glanced at his own son, and Jiang Zhiying said solemnly: "That little beast, what did you say?"
She looked stern, but the trembling at the end of her voice revealed that her mood at this time was actually not calm.
Jiang Zhi had a wry smile in his eyes.
He changed the question.
"What happened to the Yan family...was it you who did it?"
He lost a memory when he was a child. When he regained consciousness, the conditions at home suddenly improved.
Even better.
But he vaguely remembered that his previous life was not so generous.
Jiang Zhi didn't want to doubt his mother who had loved him for many years, but the mummy and Yan Xingyue's words were like a thorn in his heart.
"Yan Diwen, is he my biological father?"
