Zhao Luochuan was so angry that he wanted to rush out to settle the score with Wang Dujuan.

Zhao Fangchu quickly grabbed him and said, "Brother Dong has suffered a lot of injustice today. Let's comfort him first."

He said this because he was afraid that Zhao Luochuan would do something excessive in anger, and it would not be too late to settle the score after he calmed down.

Zhao Luochuan took several deep breaths and barely suppressed his anger. Without staying any longer, he took Yang Donghu back to his home.

Yang Donghu didn't live in his own home this month, and he had to make his bed again.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the room.

Only then did Zhao Luochuan have time to slowly look at Yang Donghu. The clothes he was wearing were not familiar to him. He thought they were newly made by his aunt.

My aunt has excellent craftsmanship and her clothes are tailored just right, making people look even more pretty.

His gaze was too explicit, without a trace of concealment.

Yang Donghu's face turned red from his neck to his ears as he was stared at.

After a long silence, Zhao Luochuan suddenly said, "Does it hurt?"

Yang Donghu thought he was asking about the injury on his head and shook his head: "I applied cold water to it, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Zhao Luochuan swallowed his saliva and said in a deep voice: "Did you also use cold water compress when you were a child?"

Yang Donghu paused, unable to describe his feelings. The grievances he had endured during the day seemed to have found an outlet. Zhao Luochuan's simple question brought tears to his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhao Luochuan took the initiative to pull his hand. Seeing that Yang Donghu didn't dodge, he pulled him into his arms with force, stroking his back soothingly, and said nothing more.

Yang Donghu felt so sad that his tears wet his clothes on his shoulders. He raised his hands and hugged Zhao Luochuan back.

Zhao Luochuan tightened his grip, sniffing the delicate scent of soapberry on Yang Donghu's body, his heart agitated. He was young, strong, and hot-tempered, and couldn't stand the slightest physical contact, let alone holding such a large wife in his arms.

Just as he was feeling sad, Yang Donghu felt the changes in Zhao Luochuan's body and let go of his hand awkwardly.

"I'm going to wash my face."

Zhao Luochuan hurried out.

Yang Donghu was wondering in his mind whether something would happen tonight, and he crawled into bed with some unspeakable expectation.

Zhao Luochuan entered the bed with a cold body, which made Yang Donghu shrink a little.

He leaned towards the bed, away from Yang Donghu, and lay down quietly.

After being apart for a whole month, Yang Donghu missed Zhao Luochuan to the extreme. He waited for a long time, but Zhao Luochuan didn't come to hold his hand.

The physical contact they had just had couldn't be lost just like that, so he made up his mind, turned around, and loosely climbed his arms around Zhao Luochuan's body.

The quilt quickly became hot, and Zhao Luochuan's lower body tightened. Seeing that something bad was about to happen, he wanted to move away a little, but Yang Donghu stuck too close to him and he couldn't get away.

He had no choice but to think of other things to divert his attention. Just as he calmed down a little, his thoughts were interrupted by Yang Donghu's actions.

Zhao Luochuan let out a muffled groan from his tightly closed lips, feeling even more uncomfortable.

He carefully spread Yang Donghu's legs apart, his fingers unconsciously curled tightly, raised and lowered. In the end, he couldn't help it, as if he was making a decision.

He stared at Yang Donghu's quiet and peaceful sleeping face, and a wave of heat rolled over him.

After a long time, a low, desperately suppressed roar was heard in the darkness, and everything finally returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.