Zhao Luochuan had been very happy to do it for a long time. He had not pressed Yang Donghu in the past few days out of consideration for his reserved attitude. But now that Yang Donghu had proposed it first, how could he refuse?

As if to hide something, he coughed and said, "Okay."

Yang Donghu suppressed his excitement, said "You wash up first" and hurried back to the house.

Zhao Luochuan tidied himself up more carefully than usual. After wiping his face carefully, he smelled that there was no strange smell on his body, so he went into the house with peace of mind.

It's not noticeable when one person is sleeping, but it seems not to be enough when two people squeeze into one bed.

Yang Donghu was sleeping against the wall, with a tall and strong man lying next to him. The man's presence was too strong, and he could clearly smell the scent belonging to Zhao Luochuan.

Zhao Luochuan's life was a bit rough, but his habits were good. There was no strange smell on his body, only a refreshing scent of soapberries.

In the pitch-black night, the eyes could not see anything, but other senses were infinitely magnified. Listening to the even breathing sounds coming from his ears, Yang Donghu felt the long-lost warmth and security.

The hand under the quilt accidentally touched the back of Zhao Luochuan's hand. Yang Donghu waited for a while, and seeing that he did not dodge, he carefully put his hand into Zhao Luochuan's palm.

He yawned quietly, felt sleepy, and fell into a deep sleep contentedly.

Zhao Luochuan was at the age of full vigor and vitality. Lying in the same bed with his nominal wife, his mind was already distracted, so how could he have the mind to sleep?

When Yang Donghu's hand came close to him, he thought it was just an accidental touch. Out of selfishness, he did not dodge. Unexpectedly, after a while, a soft and slippery hand appeared in the palm of his hand, and his confused mind suddenly became clear.

I was not sleepy to begin with, and now I can't fall asleep even more.