Outside the window is the bright moonlight shining from the night sky, and the gauze curtains are floating slightly in the wind from the central air-conditioning system.

Shi Yan couldn't help rubbing Sheng Yuan's delicate ankles with his five fingertips.

He half-knelt on the bed, with his broad shoulders hunched, his head lowered, his eyelashes casting a light shadow, and a kiss fell devoutly on the inside of Sheng Yuan's leg.

Immediately following.

A second kiss followed.

Sheng Yuan's voice suddenly changed tone.

…

When Shi Yan looked up again, there was an ambiguous glow on his high nose and lips.

He rested his arms on Sheng Yuan's sides and moved closer to her, wanting to kiss her.

But just when it was about to touch the corner of Sheng Yuan's lips, Sheng Yuan subconsciously turned her head and dodged.

Shi Yan paused for only a moment, and then the kiss naturally moved down to kiss Sheng Yuan's chin.

His hand found Sheng Yuan's hand, and he first held hers, interlocking their fingers for a while, and then he took her hand and put it on himself.

I want her to touch me more.

The whole process.

Shi Yan wasn't even able to kiss Sheng Yuan.

Until, I don’t know how long it was.

Something knotted with some liquid was thrown into the trash can.

Shi Yan let go of Sheng Yuan, pulled a thin quilt over Sheng Yuan, then stood up and left.

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Sheng Yuan lay on her back on the messy bed, squinting her eyes. Everything in her sight was blurry and seemed to be shaking.

A moment.

Sheng Yuan recovered, turned sideways, and tried to get up and find her slippers from the other side of the bed.

A slightly cool hand grasped her slender calf.

She shivered slightly from the cold.

Immediately, he tightened his grip, not with much force, but pulling her back forcefully and aggressively.

"Where are you going?"

Shi Yan's voice was very hoarse. He came over from behind Sheng Yuan and hugged her lovingly.

Isn't it... all over?

Before Sheng Yuan could ask about the confusion in her heart, Shi Yan's lips touched hers directly.

Sheng Yuan tasted the cool mint in Shi Yan's mouth.

——He just went to brush his teeth.

When Sheng Yuan heard Shi Yan stop at her lips with a bit of grievance, she said, "You can kiss me now."

She had just rejected his kiss.

Sheng Yuan's consciousness was forced to disperse again, and she responded softly to Shi Yan's kiss.

He hugged her really tightly, entangled his limbs around her, and refused to leave any space between them.

Like a wide wall.

Airtight.

It is the cool autumn season, and the warm air from the central air conditioner has become hot.

Sheng Yuan felt a little hot. Not only did she feel hot, but Shi Yan should also be hot because her hands that were around Shi Yan's neck felt hot.

Abnormally hot.

Sheng Yuan slowly opened her eyes and saw that Shi Yan's ears, chin, neck and shoulders were all red.

The same abnormal flushing, one patch after another.

Sheng Yuan regained consciousness a little, and touched Shi Yanhong's red spot. A guess came to her mind, and she asked slowly, "Shi Yan...are you allergic to alcohol?"

Shi Yan sighed with a tight breath, resting his head on her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't know."

…

Shi Yan was indeed allergic to alcohol.

Sheng Yuan called her family doctor and learned that Shi Yan's allergy was mild and that taking an allergy pill would do the trick.

Sheng Yuan took out the allergy medicine from the medicine box, then poured a glass of water and sat down beside the bed.

"Don't catch it."

Shi Yan hugged Sheng Yuan's waist with both hands, buried his head in it, and smelled her scent.

"Take the medicine and you'll be well soon."

Sheng Yuan patted Shi Yan, and Shi Yan sat up. Sheng Yuan handed him the medicine and water, but Shi Yan didn't take either. He lowered his head and pecked Sheng Yuan's lips.

Sheng Yuan dodged backwards.

"Shi Yan, take medicine."

Shi Yan didn't listen. He moved closer again without giving up. Since he couldn't kiss Sheng Yuan's lips, his kisses fell on the corners of her mouth and cheeks. He even grabbed Sheng Yuan's hand that she used to push him away and put it to his lips to kiss it.

Sheng Yuan almost spilled the water in her hand. She called out his name: "Shi Yan."

Hearing the hint of anger in her words, Shi Yan didn't dare to act silly anymore. He swallowed the pills obediently and drank two sips of water from Sheng Yuan's hand.

Sheng Yuan put the cup on the bedside table and leaned against the headboard. Shi Yan lay on the pillow, sideways, with his arms around her waist, clinging to her tightly.

Sheng Yuan touched Shi Yan's frowning brows and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"

"...Yeah." Shi Yan responded in a low voice. He tightened his arms again and went straight into Sheng Yuan's arms. He said in a low voice, "I feel uncomfortable everywhere."

"Sheng Yuan, Sheng Yuan."

He got up again, kept calling Sheng Yuan's name, moved closer to Sheng Yuan, and stuck close to her after he finished speaking.

…

For the first time, Sheng Yuan experienced the consequences of one's own actions.

The temperature of the central air conditioning in the master bedroom was turned down, and the things thrown into the trash can were reproduced again and again.

Shi Yan seemed to be completely unaware of tiredness. He even reached out to touch Sheng Yuan's eyelashes and said, "You're shaking so badly."

“…”

I don't mean to ask a question even though I already know the answer. I'm simply asking out of confusion.

It was precisely because of this that Sheng Yuan became even more embarrassed and angry, and she opened her mouth and bit Shi Yan's collarbone.

The bite was a bit too hard, leaving a bloody mark immediately.

But Shi Yan seemed unaware of the pain. Instead, he was visibly happy. He repeatedly touched the teeth marks on his collarbone with his fingers, and used his fingertips to carefully feel the marks of indentation on the skin over and over again.

He leaned over and said to Sheng Yuan in an excited tone: "Sheng Yuan, do you still remember the first time you taught me sniping?"

“……” Sheng Yuan couldn’t answer Shi Yan, she couldn’t say a word.

Shi Yan just kept talking to himself: "The recoil of that gun is very strong. You asked me to go back and apply ice, otherwise it would easily leave bruises, but I didn't apply ice."

"Because I like..."

Shi Yan didn't say the rest of the words. He wanted to say something because he liked any trace left on him by Sheng Yuan.

So he let the bruise stay on his shoulder for a whole week.

When the bruises finally faded away, he was still wondering when Sheng Yuan would teach him how to snipe again.

…

Sheng Yuan opened her eyes sleepily.

It was bright outside.

She discovered that the ceiling in the room was not what a master bedroom should have.

This seems to be the second bedroom.

Just as Sheng Yuan was about to move, she was hugged.

It was the inkstone at that time.

It looked like he had probably gotten up early and was half-kneeling on the bed. The wet ends of his freshly washed hair rubbed against Sheng Yuan's face. He apologized softly in her ear as if he had done something wrong.

Sheng Yuan noticed that he was dressed strangely, a white T-shirt and pajamas.

Their pajamas are the same style but in different colors, and they have many sets in their wardrobe.

If it gets dirty, you can replace it with a clean one.

Shi Yan was not wearing pajamas.

Sheng Yuan looked down and saw the brown plaid cotton pajama top that should have belonged to Shi Yan on her body.

He didn't give her her pajamas.

The content of the apology was similar to: Because my wife was too soft to hold me, I couldn't help but z many times (running with the pot lid on my head)