Shang Yan was woken up by the tightness of Zhou Ping's embrace; Zhou Ping was holding him so tightly that he could hardly breathe.
Zhou Ping rarely hugged him like this; he was practically suffocating him.
He frowned slightly, looking a little uncomfortable, and reached out to pat Zhou Ping on the shoulder.
Did you have a nightmare?
After Zhou Ping came to his senses, he loosened his arms, but still held Shang Yan tightly and refused to let go.
"Mmm," he responded, turning Shang Yan's face to look at him directly. "I dreamt about you."
"Huh?" Shang Yan suddenly became interested and was no longer sleepy. "Am I really that amazing? I've got you completely bewitched, haven't I?"
"...", not impressive at all.
Zhou Ping fell silent, then reached out and touched Shang Yan's face. "Do you like planting flowers?"
Shang Yan was greatly surprised, and gave him a look that said, "You really understand me."
"You actually knew that? You know me too well! I'm going to punish you!" He hadn't told anyone about this, so how did Zhou Ping know?
Could it be that Zhou Ping stole his brain?
Zhou Ping chuckled at his tone. "Well, how are you going to punish me?"
Shang Yan thought for a while, then said, "I want to get a piece of land, and you and I will farm it together!"
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping slowly nodded, "Where are we going to get the land..."
"I've already thought it through. Next time Wang Mian dares to call out to me over the seed I gave him, I'll ask them for it, whether I'm bored or not." Shang Yan had already made his plans.
He didn't tell Zhou Ping that he had also given Si Xiaonan a seed and that he would receive double the land.
Zhou Ping:......
"They own land?" Why didn't he believe it?
Looking into Shang Yan's bright, star-like eyes, Zhou Ping still didn't say anything more.
Forget about where the land came from, just plant it if you have it.
The conversation between the two of them had unknowingly veered off course.
"Didn't you say you just dreamed about me? How was it? Wasn't I incredibly tall and mighty?" Shang Yan steered the conversation back on track.
Thinking of the tiny figure I saw, it was nothing like the tall and mighty one I had ever seen.
Zhou Ping still couldn't bring himself to agree against his conscience.
"Quite fierce," he managed to squeeze out after a long pause.
They can be quite fierce when they're hitting people.
"That's great, that's exactly me!" Shang Yan cheered for the image he had in Zhou Ping's heart.
Before he could finish cheering, Shang Yan froze.
The two were very close, and in the warm embrace, he could already sense something was amiss.
“We haven’t gotten out of bed since the day we got back, you…” He swallowed unconsciously, “Why don’t we go to the hospital to get checked out?”
Is this an illness?
Zhou Ping simply put his arm around him and did nothing else. "It's not an illness, so don't say anything more."
He couldn't stand being talked to; he would blush as soon as it was mentioned. Now, he was burying his face in Shang Yan's neck, rubbing against him, and didn't want to look up at all.
"Your face is so red, can you still sleep?" Shang Yan reached out and patted Zhou Ping's back, yawning, "I'm going to sleep, I can't stand it anymore."
He was always exhausted every time he slept with Zhou Ping, and this time it felt especially long.
After saying this, Shang Yan slowly closed his eyes.
The sound of even breathing came, and Zhou Ping slowly raised his head. He completely pulled Shang Yan into his arms and quietly looked at the sleeping man.
I watched it over and over again, and finally fell asleep before dawn.
When it was fully light, Shang Yan reluctantly opened his eyes.
What comes into view is a magnified version of Zhou Ping's sleeping face.
Shang Yan remembered that Zhou Ping must have gone to bed later than him, so he didn't move, afraid of waking him up.
He reached for his phone under his pillow, and his heart sank when he saw the date.
Zhou Ping and I returned to Xijin City at the end of August, and now it's already the end of September.
Shang Yan turned around with some difficulty, opened the forum, and silently posted a message.
What should I do if my boyfriend is sick? He's been burning up and keeps sticking to me. Should I turn on the air conditioner to cool him down?
After sending out this long message, Shang Yan held his phone and waited for replies.
It's time for netizens to have their passionate discussion again.
The Lost Little Frog: It's got a fever, I suggest taking it to the hospital or giving it some fever reducer. Don't turn on the air conditioning, it's already autumn, do you want it to die?
Don't treat me like a human being. (Reply to the dejected little frog) He's perfectly healthy; I've never seen him get sick.
The dejected little frog: ...What are you showing off for? I was even concerned about you guys, and all my sincerity was wasted!
Wow, there are so many people here! Hehehe, why don't you hurry up and hug him to cool him down? Hehehe...
Cunning: That's a high fever. Medicine can't cure it. You'll be fine after a good night's sleep.
Cold-hearted 19: Who would ask such a question... It can't be you, can it?
Shang Yan squinted at the nickname in the last column, and the next moment, 019 appeared in front of Shang Yan with a bang.
It exchanged a glance with Shang Yan, said nothing, and then disappeared with a bang.
Shang Yan: It really is it!
"Yan Yan, what are you asking?" Zhou Ping slowly released his hand from Shang Yan's waist.
He woke up when Shang Yan woke up, and he also saw the question Shang Yan had just sent on his phone.
Shang Yan quickly flipped his phone over to cover it, his face slightly red. "You actually peeked at me while I was using my phone!"
Zhou Ping:......
Actually, it wasn't peeking; he saw it openly. Shang Yan was just casually playing on his phone, and he saw it the moment he opened his eyes.
“I didn’t peek,” Zhou Ping emphasized.
He got up, grabbed a shirt, and put it on, asking as he buttoned it, "What do you want to eat today? I'll go buy the groceries and cook it when I get back."
"Whatever," Shang Yan said, seeing him get up and get dressed. After rolling around on the bed a couple of times, he got up too.
When Zhou Ping returned, Shang Yan had already washed up. He skillfully took the vegetables to the kitchen to prepare to wash them and cook.
Ring ring—
A phone rang, and Shang Yan, who was sitting in the living room, raised an eyebrow and picked up the phone that Zhou Ping had placed on the table.
The name Ye Fan appeared before his eyes.
Shang Yan pressed the answer button and walked into the kitchen. "Zhou Ping, Ye Fan called you."
Zhou Ping, who was washing vegetables, paused, and Shang Yan handed him the phone.
"Hello, Zhou Ping?" On the other end of the phone, Ye Fan looked at the latest detected information with a solemn expression.
"Hmm." Zhou Ping wiped his hands with a towel and then took the phone from Shang Yan's hand.
"Something's happened in the East China Sea. Poseidon, the god of the sea, is using his powers. You must get there and stop him before the tsunami arrives—"
"Protect the people of Great Xia!"
Shang Yan, who was casually picking up a purple hairband to braid Zhou Ping's hair, looked up when she heard this.
"Okay, I'll be there."
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