◇ Chapter 29: Sweet as Pie

The words of thanks were on the tip of An Qin's tongue, but he was stopped by the woman's call of "husband".

He stiffly raised his head from under the stove, his cold expression cracking slightly, his sword-like brows knitted tightly together. He even suspected that he had been drugged by the killer that night without realizing it, and now the drug was taking effect and causing problems with his ears. Otherwise, how could he hear this woman say that Chen Yanheng was his——

An Qin suddenly pinched his thigh, and his eyebrows trembled in pain.

There were no hallucinations or auditory hallucinations.

"Oh!" After saying this, Da Niu's wife's already red cheeks flashed with two strange blushes. She dropped the hatchet, covered her daughter's ears, and turned back to the house shyly.

An Qin: “…”

Judging from her reaction, he roughly understood what sworn brothers meant.

Damn Shen Yanheng!

An Qin suddenly felt ashamed and annoyed. He looked at the rice grains in the pot with a cold face for a while, then sat down angrily, puffed up his cheeks and started a fire.

Although he was cooking porridge, the woman's shy voice of "husband" floated to his ears involuntarily without his control. After the voice of "husband", Chen Yanheng's smiling face appeared in front of him at an inappropriate time. Even the blazing flames in the stove gradually gathered and outlined the shape of a human face, looking at him tenderly with a slight smile on his lips.

Hold!

An Qin poked two pieces of firewood into the stove to disperse the raging flames, then looked away with a stern face, feeling upset for a moment.

He was so distracted that he didn't even notice that the porridge in the pot had already boiled. When An Qin smelled the fragrance of rice and opened the lid of the pot, he found that the extra water added to cook the porridge had boiled dry.

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They had agreed to cook porridge, but what was placed in front of Chen Yanheng was a bowl of sticky rice paste, and there was even a yellow and black thing in it. It could be vaguely seen that it was probably a piece of burnt rice crust.

The assassins in Fengyue Villa all have basic survival skills. They can’t say that the food they make can compete with that of a chef, but at least they know how to cook.

It seems that something happened.

It can distract an assassin who is licking blood on the tip of a knife...

Chen Yanheng looked at the sticky rice paste that An Qin placed in front of him, raised his eyebrows, curled the corners of his mouth, and thought to himself: He must be thinking of me.

The back injury was too severe, so Chen Yanheng didn't need to pretend. He just raised his arm and a knife-like pain came from his shoulder.

He controlled his expression, grinning just enough to make himself look like he was in excruciating pain while still looking handsome. He raised his affectionate eyes and looked at An Qin expectantly.

An Qin handed the bowl to Shen Yanheng's mouth expressionlessly: "Open your mouth."

The wedding banquet should invite everyone in the capital, and each person said a congratulatory speech. Shen Yanheng's heart was moved again, and he opened his mouth obediently.

An Qin frowned and poured the rice porridge into Shen Yanheng's mouth without any hesitation.

The freshly cooked rice paste was still scalding hot, and Chen Yanheng was caught off guard and got burned. The sticky rice paste choked his throat and he subconsciously wanted to spit out everything in his mouth.

An Qin said quietly, "Brothers are a homosexual couple."

Shen Yanheng: “…”

Chen Yanheng forced himself to hold back what he was about to vomit, gritted his teeth, coughed a few times, and swallowed it all.

"Ahem, ahem." Chen Yanheng secretly took a deep breath, but still did not feel the slightest anger. He was willing to accept it and whispered softly: "We held hands, kissed, slept together, and you can come and go freely in the mansion. I am willing to give you my life, and you still want to deny it?"

"It's obviously you..." He threatened first.

An Qin glared angrily, but before he could finish his words, Chen Yanheng continued, "It's clear that I'm deeply in love with you. Even if you beat and scold me all day long, I'll still be happy with it."

The corners of the man's eyes, which were in discomfort as he forced himself to swallow the boiling hot rice porridge, had a thin layer of redness, adding a bit of color to his pale face. He looked like a seductive fox demon that had just eaten a human heart in winter. His pair of peach blossom eyes looked up at the person who was squatting and taller than him, which made his face look a bit more weak and pitiful.

The fact that the Grand Tutor became the ideal husband of all the unmarried ladies in the capital was not entirely due to his young age and his successful position as one of the Three Dukes.

An Qin's usually cold pupils suddenly trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

His limbs gradually tensed up and his scalp went numb. He wanted to continue glaring at Chen Yanheng, but he was afraid to look directly into his eyes because of those bright peach blossom eyes without a trace of self-interest. An Qin glanced away, his heartbeat lost its usual calmness for no reason, and his breathing became disordered.

Chen Yanheng saw a few blushes flashing across the assassin's face, and he didn't know how many times he secretly thanked himself for his handsome appearance. Otherwise, even if he really lost his life to this little pervert, he would only be rewarded with a sentence of "Thank you for your great kindness, I will be your slave in the next life."

"Even if you weren't my wife, this farmer's wife at home wouldn't be willing to take us in. If you're unhappy, we can just leave now. My injuries, ahem, shouldn't be fatal."

Chen Yanheng tried to stand up, but his legs stumbled and he fell forward.

An Qin's hands and feet reacted faster than his brain, and he reached out to catch Shen Yanheng. However, he did not expect that the man's limbs were limp after being injured, and his body seemed twice as heavy as usual. He was not prepared for a moment, and then he took a few steps back and was pressed against the wall by Shen Yanheng.

The man lowered his head and kissed An Qin's lips casually.

【Author’s words】

Chen Yanheng played the green tea and played the straight ball in the previous second, and then kissed his wife on the mouth very casually in the next second

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