Yang Donghu overestimated his alcohol tolerance. He only tasted the sweetness of the pomegranate wine and couldn't resist drinking a glass.

Zhao Luochuan tried to stop him several times but failed. Thinking that the alcohol content was not high, he let him go. But when Yang Donghu's cheeks turned red and he smiled at him without saying a word, he knew that Yang Donghu must be drunk.

Yang Donghu felt dizzy and his vision was blurry. He felt like he was stepping on cotton. He stood up shakily and walked towards Zhao Luochuan staggeringly.

There was charcoal fire in front of him, and Zhao Luochuan was afraid that he would accidentally bump into it and burn himself, so he quickly supported him and moved away from the stove.

"Donghu, you've drunk too much. Let me take you back to bed and rest." Zhao Luochuan said with a smile.

Yang Donghu waved his hand, pouting and mumbling like a spoiled brat: "I...I'm not drunk, so I...I won't go back."

Suddenly, he smiled again, and said with a big tongue, "You...are really pretty. Come...have a drink with me. This wine is delicious. If you don't believe me, come...try it."

After saying that, he went over and pulled the jar of wine.

Zhao Luochuan saw his silly look and found it quite refreshing. He stopped Yang Donghu's outstretched hand and pulled him into his arms again: "Let's go back to the house. We drank too much today. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Let's go back to bed first, okay?"

Yang Donghu mumbled something again, but Zhao Luochuan didn't understand a word. He simply picked up Yang Donghu and walked out the door back to the bedroom.

The sudden cold wind made Yang Donghu's mind clear up a lot. Although he was still a little slow to react, he didn't act crazy anymore.

Zhao Luochuan asked him to sit on the bed and wanted to boil some hot water to wipe Yang Donghu's body. As soon as he stood up, Yang Donghu grabbed his arm tightly.

"Where are you going?" Yang Donghu's big eyes were filled with moisture. She blinked at him, with the corners of her mouth turned down, looking like she was about to cry.

Zhao Luochuan found him so attractive and said soothingly, "I'll go boil some water and wipe you down, or you'll feel uncomfortable, okay?"

"Don't go. I don't want you to leave." Yang Donghu shook his arm left and right and said coquettishly, "Brother Chuan."

Zhao Luochuan felt a tingling sensation in his heart when Yang Donghu called him "Brother Chuan". This was the first time that Yang Donghu called him by his name, and it made Zhao Luochuan feel that his own name could sound so nice when called out.

Zhao Luochuan couldn't bear to leave him alone, so he took a step back, squatted down, put his arm around Yang Donghu's shoulders, and coaxed him softly, "Okay, Brother Chuan won't leave. I'll stay here with you."

Yang Donghu, emboldened by the alcohol, raised his arms to hug Zhao Luochuan's thin waist, buried his face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice with grievance, "Brother Chuan, don't you like me?"

"Why do you think so? You are already my husband, how can I not like you?"

Yang Donghu shook his head: "Not my husband, not yet."

Zhao Luochuan was really confused now: "Why not?"

"Husbands don't just lie in bed and hold hands."

"You..." Zhao Luochuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment. Yang Donghu's words were too obvious.

Yang Donghu raised his head: "Are you really not going to marry me?"

“I… am not…”

Zhao Luochuan's eyes widened, and before he could say the rest of his words, he was blocked by Yang Donghu.

However, he reacted quickly and regained the initiative after only a moment of hesitation.

Zhao Luochuan hugged Yang Donghu tightly, and all his previous concerns were thrown out of his mind as they interacted with each other.

Yang Donghu's rapid breathing, tinged with the smell of alcohol, sprayed on Zhao Luochuan's face, making him feel like he was drunk and his head was a mess.

The rattling windows and the whistling cold wind could not affect them at all, and their ears were filled with the sound of each other's hearts beating wildly in their chests.

What happened next happened naturally and smoothly.

Zhao Luochuan's fingertips were covered with calluses from years of hard work, and they felt slightly numb when he touched his body.

The temperature in the room gradually rose, and the heat coming from the stove deeply affected the mood of the two people. The candlelight on the table swayed slightly twice, and a string of red candle oil flowed out.

Yang Donghu struggled shyly for a few times, begging in a low voice.

Zhao Luochuan held back his thrashing body and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Dong Hu, look at me. What did you call me?"

Yang Donghu's confused eyes cleared up for a moment, and he called out sweetly, "Brother Chuan."

It was the first time for both of them to get into a sedan chair, and they had no skills at all. Zhao Luochuan was overwhelmed and hugged Yang Donghu tightly.

Yang Donghu bit his lips tightly and could not utter a complete sentence. He could only call "Brother Chuan" in a broken and crying voice.

He didn't know how excited his shouts would make Zhao Luochuan, as every shout would be drowned out by the overwhelming torrent.

In the end, Yang Donghu really couldn't say a word.

Zhao Luochuan, a man who had been single for twenty years, suddenly became aroused and his body seemed to be out of his control. When he finally stopped, it was already dark.

Yang Donghu didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. He let Zhao Luochuan wipe his body and fell into a deep sleep.

Both of them slept very soundly that night. Zhao Luochuan no longer had to hide his feelings in secret. He could finally sleep well with his wife in his arms.

The next day, the snow stopped.

Zhao Luochuan woke up early. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Donghu still nestled obediently in his arms, and his arms quietly tightened.

He stole a kiss on Yang Donghu's face and got up contentedly.

The sound of branches breaking came through the window. A thick layer of snow had accumulated in the yard. It was really snowing heavily.

Zhao Luochuan took a shovel to the yard to shovel snow, leaving an aisle for people to walk through.

When Yang Donghu woke up, his whole body ached, as if he had been pushed down a mountain. He tried to sit up but fell back down due to exhaustion.

Yang Donghu shook his head, recalling what happened yesterday.

Oh my God, this is really my husband now.

The feeling of a hangover was really unpleasant. Yang Donghu closed his eyes obediently, but the scenes in his mind kept appearing in front of him. He covered his head with the quilt and shyly covered his face with his hands.

Zhao Luochuan heard the noise and entered the room. Seeing Yang Donghu wrapped himself tightly, he asked, "Are you awake?"

Yang Donghu covered his face with the quilt and said "hmm", without saying anything else, just using the quilt to block Zhao Luochuan's sight.

Zhao Luochuan hadn't felt uncomfortable at first, but after Yang Donghu's actions, he started to feel a bit uncomfortable. He blushed and said, "Are you still tired? I just went to my aunt's house to borrow some eggs to make you an egg cake. Why don't you go back to sleep after you finish eating?"

Finally, he added, "Your clothes are all under the quilt at the end of the bed. They are all warm, so you won't feel cold when you get up and put them on."

Yang Donghu said in a muffled voice: "Okay."

After getting his response, Zhao Luochuan pushed the door open and went out to make egg custard for him.