Yi Mu slept exceptionally well that night. Apart from a slight soreness in his back, he didn't have any dreams and slept soundly until dawn. His sleep quality had never been better.
He opened his eyes, wanting to stretch, but found that he couldn't move his arms.
In my line of sight is a man's strong pectoral muscles, with beautiful, evenly distributed muscle texture covering his chest. They are neither overly bulging nor too thin, giving him a powerful appearance.
With a rhythmic, healthy heartbeat in his ear, Yi Mu realized his predicament. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he raised his foot to kick.
Nishi Junyan, who was sleeping naked, was kicked to the ground in his sleep. Fortunately, there was a blanket next to the bed, so the fall was not too painful.
Yi Mu wanted to get out of bed and kick him a couple more times, but when he saw that the other person was not wearing anything, he was disgusted and threw off the covers and got out of bed.
Xi Junyan squinted as he watched Yi Mu flee the room and climb back into bed.
He was working on the project until the early hours of the morning yesterday, and was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. He didn't have the energy to argue with Yi Mu, so he lay down to catch up on sleep.
When Yi Mu wasn't with the film crew, he wrote articles for some magazines, so he had a lot of free time.
He didn't have to get up this early, but the thought of that beast in the room made it impossible for him to sleep.
After taking a shower, Yi Mu went to the kitchen to wash rice and cook porridge.
Xi Junyan was awakened by the enticing aroma of porridge. He threw off the covers and got out of bed, picking and choosing in Yi Mu's wardrobe.
I found a pair of underwear that I'd never worn. The size was wrong, and it was a bit tight, but it was better than nothing.
The shirt was too small, so I had to dig out a t-shirt to wear, and the pants were just cropped.
Just as Yi Mu was about to add chopped green onions to the porridge, a hand reached out from behind him, moved his hand away, and Xi Junyan's deep, mellow voice sounded above his head: "I don't like eating green onions."
His chest felt hot, and Yi Mu shifted forward uncomfortably. "Okay, you can leave now."
He didn't say he did it on purpose, but just imagining Xi Junyan picking out the scallions one by one made him feel relieved.
Nishi Junyan smelled that bergamot scent again. He lowered his head slightly and sniffed it; it was from Yi Mu's hair.
"The shampoo smells nice." He liked it.
Yi Mu glanced at him sideways and felt that he was making small talk and was extremely annoying.
What exactly do you want?
Xi Junyan sighed, "Don't ask me this kind of question again. I only have one answer."
He patted Yi Mu's pert buttocks, whispered two words in his ear, and then walked out of the kitchen like a big bad wolf.
Yi Mu gritted his teeth in hatred, vowing that before leaving this world, he would find a way to chop off Xi Junyan's thing!
Breakfast consisted of lean pork congee and sweet steamed buns. In addition to lean pork, the congee also contained dried shrimp and shiitake mushrooms for added flavor.
Xi Junyan didn't tell Yi Mu that he didn't eat mushrooms either. He had been looking forward to the fragrant porridge, but he could only stare at the ubiquitous mushrooms in the porridge, and his face turned black.
Yi Mu suppressed a laugh, deliberately provoking hatred by making a loud noise while drinking his porridge.
"You did this on purpose?" Xi Junyan gritted his teeth.
Yi Mu shrugged innocently: "I didn't know you hated mushrooms."
Xi Junyan slammed down his chopsticks, looking extremely annoyed: "I also hate carrots and cilantro. If these appear in your food again, I'll beat you up."
Yi Mu didn't say anything, but he was thinking, "I want to know what you hate, and see how I deal with you."
Xi Junyan reluctantly ate a few small steamed buns with a plate of side dishes.
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