Chapter 121 Covering Ears
Grandma goes to bed early, and Cong Chun also goes to bed early for young people. The village is quiet around eight or nine o'clock in the evening.
The Cong family lived in an inconspicuous corner of Huai Shui Village, and no one knew that an outsider had come to their home.
Duan Mingxiao descended from the sky and slept on the bamboo bed in the main room.
The boy was wearing a black vest, revealing his strong and slender arms with prominent veins. Beside him was a thin floral quilt. The young master reached out, grabbed the quilt, and smelled it.
Duan Mingxiao's narrow eyes darkened for a moment. He was certain that this quilt had been used by Cong Chun. There was still a boy's scent on the quilt, a faint soapy smell, the kind of soap Cong Chun often used.
The young master turned to the side, buried his head in the small floral quilt, and took a deep breath.
After a moment, Duan Mingxiao came to his senses and punched himself. Why did he look so much like a pervert?
It must have been affected by the dead chicks.
Cong Chun was originally supposed to sleep on a bamboo bed, which was piled with old grains and was quite dirty. Even after wiping it several times with a clean cloth, it was impossible to get it completely clean.
However, Cong Chun knew that Duan Mingxiao was a germaphobe, and guessed that the young master had never lived in such an old house since birth.
Cong Chun was worried that Duan Mingxiao wouldn't be used to it, so he prepared to let Duan Mingxiao stay in his own bedroom first.
However, Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow slightly, his cold gaze falling on Cong Chun.
"I've never slept on a bamboo bed like this before, and I want to experience it tonight."
Why doesn't that idiot Chun invite me to sleep with him?
They're all men, and I don't mind.
[Hmph, it's not like it's the first time I've slept with someone like this.]
Cong Chun blinked slightly; he had naturally heard what the young master was thinking.
However, his bed is too small, and if the young master sleeps with him, he is very likely to roll onto the floor.
Cong Chun gave Duan Mingxiao a deep look.
The conclusion drawn was that the young master was very large.
Cong Chun asked again.
"Young master, I'll sleep on the bamboo bed."
"The bamboo bed is very hard."
As soon as Cong Chun finished speaking, Duan Mingxiao lay down on the bamboo bed, so that Cong Chun couldn't move him at all, like a dead pig.
The young master chuckled, his eyes filled with disdain, and stared meaningfully at Cong Chun beside him.
How hard?
I'm definitely sleeping on this bamboo bed tonight.
[Hmph, let idiot Chun look down on me.]
Cong Chun's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness. Unable to persuade the boy, she could only let Duan Mingxiao sleep on the bamboo bed.
It was late at night, and the hall was pitch black.
Duan Mingxiao lay on the cold bamboo bed.
I can't sleep, I just can't sleep.
With my eyes open, my mind wanders into all sorts of wild thoughts.
Does Chun Chun have someone she likes?
Hehe, I think so.
But who does he like?
Duan Mingxiao suddenly covered his mouth and chuckled, rolling around on the bamboo bed until he was rolling around like a rolling pin.
It must be me, young master.
Yes, it must be me.
Yes, it must be me! It must be this young master.
Who else could it be but me?
Chun Chun has such good taste!
Filled with excitement, the young master lay awake in the darkness, unable to fall asleep.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao became more and more excited, even reaching a state of euphoria.
The young master imagined what he would do for his three meals a day and what cooking style he would use to cook dinner after he and Cong Chun got married.
Duan Mingxiao wished he could drive a race car to the Dragon Ridge Circuit right now, experience the speed and passion, and burn off some energy.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao imagined what Cong Chun would look like confessing her love to him.
Scene 1: Chun Chun invites him out to admire the cherry blossoms, and the beautiful petals fall with the wind.
Chun Chun took out a carefully prepared love letter, her tone tinged with shyness.
"Young master, please go out with me."
Thinking of this scene, Duan Mingxiao frowned, feeling that something was missing and it wasn't perfect enough.
Scene Two: Chun Chun invites him to a private candlelight dinner. The boy blushes and takes the initiative to kiss her.
Duan Mingxiao clicked his tongue, looking somewhat troubled, as if something was still missing.
Scene 3: In the bedroom, Chun Chun, wearing a little skirt, straddles his lap, unbuttons her shirt, and prepares to make it a done deal.
The young master curled his lips into a smile. "Heh, this one's not bad."
However, Chun Chun is so clumsy, he definitely won't be able to confess his feelings properly.
It still has to be him who takes the initiative.
After careful consideration, Duan Mingxiao came up with a brilliant plan.
The young master clapped his hands in admiration, exclaiming, "Genius! I am simply a genius!"
The next second, Duan Mingxiao excitedly jumped up from the bed.
With a "thud," Young Master Duan jumped and broke Cong Chun's bamboo bed.
Cong Chun saw Duan Mingxiao standing at her door, holding a pillow and a blanket.
The young master looked somewhat flustered, first glancing at the ground, then at the sky.
Then, his gaze slowly fell on Cong Chun.
"Um, sorry..."
"I accidentally broke the bed."
"Don't worry, Grandma shouldn't be awake yet."
Duan Mingxiao's tone betrayed a hint of guilt after he finished speaking.
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment.
The young master broke the bed; that bamboo bed had held several hundred kilograms of grain.
Young Master... he shouldn't be a pig, right? Cong Chun wasn't sure either.
How could it have collapsed? Although Cong Chun was surprised, he did not blame Duan Mingxiao.
Because Duan Mingxiao destroyed the bamboo bed.
So the eldest young master had no choice but to sleep with Cong Chun.
The bed was a bit small for two people, so Duan Mingxiao had to awkwardly curl up.
A few minutes later, the young master's hand secretly reached down and restlessly grabbed Cong Chun's hand.
It was soft, and then he took Cong Chun's hand in his own palm and slowly caressed it.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao stared at Cong Chun's face and blurted out a sentence.
"Your hands are so cold."
Cong Chun turned around, staring intently at the two red mosquito bites on Duan Mingxiao's cheek, and said softly.
"Young master, your face."
[Those stinky mosquitoes keep biting my handsome face; they must be jealous of me.]
Why aren't these dead mosquitoes extinct yet?
Cong Chun pursed his lower lip. The young master shouldn't have come here in the first place; he didn't belong here.
When Duan Mingxiao suddenly appeared here, Cong Chun felt mostly happy and touched.
However, after a moment, Cong Chun felt a little worried again.
He was afraid that the young master might hate this place.
Because the conditions here are definitely not as good as those at the Duan family's house, and the young master hates a lot of mosquitoes.
Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's somewhat dazed look, and with his striking, deep features, he leaned closer and asked in a low voice.
"What’s wrong with you."
Why is Chun Chun always so absent-minded and spacing out?
The sound of continuous rain reached Cong Chun's ears, pattering and never quiet.
Cong Chun simply whispered something to the boy.
"It's raining heavily."
Duan Mingxiao chuckled softly, his voice alluring.
The young master raised his hand and covered Cong Chun's ears.
"That way you won't be able to hear it."
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
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