Lin Qiye spent half an hour catching mosquitoes, and after catching a glass jar full of them, he got up and clapped his hands in satisfaction.
After he left, Shang Yan, holding a small frog in his hand, asked with some confusion, "Why was Qi Ye catching mosquitoes?"
Zhou Ping seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils contracted.
He reached up and touched the back of his neck.
"...Yan Yan, did you bite me here before?" he pointed.
Shang Yan glanced at him and noticed a faint red mark on the back of his neck; Zhou Ping had pointed it out incorrectly.
"You're so fierce, I lost control and bit you, is that not allowed?" he asked loudly, holding the little frog in his hand.
"I only bit you once, but I'm covered in..."
Zhou Ping hurriedly covered his mouth and looked around. He only breathed a sigh of relief after he saw no one.
"Yan Yan, this is outside!" How can they just talk about what they did? What if someone overheard them?
His face was flushed. "We've finished watching the fireflies, we should go back now..."
"Put down the frog you're holding and go back to wash your hands properly," he said, tugging at Shang Yan's sleeve, trying to pull him away.
Shang Yan squatted down on the ground and whispered, "I'm not going back. I want to play with the little frog."
Zhou Ping reached out and pulled Shang Yan hard, but couldn't budge him.
He looked at the frog, whose legs were being held by Shang Yan and which didn't even dare to croak, and fell silent.
This frog doesn't look like it did so willingly.
"Then what are you going to do with it? It doesn't seem to know anything..."
Shang Yan was indignant on behalf of the little frog, "How dare you look down on a little frog?"
"I didn't look down on it..." Zhou Ping stood at a distance, somewhat at a loss. Mosquitoes buzzed around him, and before they could get close to him and Shang Yan, they were shattered into pieces by the sword energy.
Shang Yan held up a little frog and extended a pair of scissors. "I want to play rock-paper-scissors with it!"
Looking at the little frog that could only produce cloth, Zhou Ping slowly squatted down next to Shang Yan.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"You lost."
"Smack!"
A loud slap landed on the little frog's face.
This was the first time Zhou Ping had ever seen such a rich array of expressions on a frog's face.
From bewilderment to shock, then from shock to anger, and finally all turned into helplessness and despair.
"Rock, paper, scissors...you lost!"
"Smack!"
"You lost again."
"Smack!"
The little frog stared blankly at the sky: This is how my life will be...
Zhou Ping couldn't bear to watch any longer; the little frog was a bit pitiful.
He pressed down on Shang Yan's arm, "Why don't you stop playing with it?"
This isn't playing with the little frog; it's clearly playing with the little frog.
The frog probably never imagined that it would fall into the clutches of an evil shark before it had even eaten two mosquitoes while catching some mosquitoes by the grass in the pond.
"Oh... shall we play rock-paper-scissors?" Shang Yan let go of the little frog in his hand.
The moment its legs were freed, the little frog ran so fast that it was almost a blur before leaping into the grass.
Zhou Ping looked at him helplessly and slowly nodded, "Come on."
So what if he loses and gets slapped? He'll be strong.
"Rock, paper, scissors—"
Shang Yan threw the scissors, and he won.
He moved closer to Zhou Ping.
“Come on,” Zhou Ping pointed to his face, then glanced at Shang Yan’s hand that had just grabbed the frog, his expression changing slightly. “Wait… don’t hit him yet.”
"Could you... could you wash your hands before you hit me?" Getting hit is fine, the important thing is that Shang Yan's hand touched the frog.
Shang Yan looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Then let's keep it for now and continue."
It's unclear whether Shang Yan was incredibly lucky or Zhou Ping was incredibly unlucky, but in the next ten rounds, Zhou Ping barely managed to win once.
"Alright, we've played for so long, it's time to go back to sleep," Zhou Ping said, getting up and walking towards the warehouse.
Seeing him leave, Shang Yan quickly got up and followed.
Zhou Ping made him wash his hands for a while, and only after his hands were thoroughly cleaned did Zhou Ping nod in satisfaction.
After returning to his sleeping place, Zhou Ping took out his usual clothes from his suitcase.
“Wear my clothes for the next few days. If you’re going to sleep, take off your old uniform. These are more comfortable than that military uniform.” He took out his clothes one by one and placed them by the bed.
Shang Yan nodded obediently and pulled the belt off in front of Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping:......
He blushed and turned his head away, pursing his lips, "Yan Yan, how could you..."
"Can't I take them off indoors?" Shang Yan had just taken off his clothes and was putting a long-sleeved shirt on.
Seeing Zhou Ping's face turn red again, she blinked and said, "Your face is so red, it's not like I haven't seen it before..."
"..." Zhou Ping sat on the edge of the bed, and when he heard Shang Yan say this, he lowered his head even further.
After changing his clothes, Shang Yan lay down on the bed. He patted the spot next to him, gesturing for Zhou Ping to lie down as well. "By the way, why did Qi Ye catch mosquitoes? You didn't tell me before."
After Zhou Ping lay down, he turned to look at him. "Jialan saw the red mark on the back of my neck that you bit before, and then she told Lin Qiye that she wanted it too."
"...You're not going to say it was a mosquito bite, are you?" Shang Yan put his hand on Zhou Ping's waist and nudged him closer.
Zhou Ping shook his head repeatedly, "I didn't say that."
"It was Qiye who thought it was a mosquito bite."
Shang Yan: ...
"Such a big mark, if it was a mosquito bite, how big of a mosquito would he have caught?" Shang Yan gestured with his hand. "No wonder I saw Qi Ye squatting by the pond for so long before!"
So they were looking for big mosquitoes.
Zhou Ping slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
Shang Yan rushed into his arms, and after a while in that warm and cozy embrace, he started to feel sleepy.
Before going to sleep, he looked up and said, "By the way, you just played with me and lost ten times, and I still haven't..."
"Go ahead and hit him," Zhou Ping said, taking his hand and placing it on his face.
He turned his head and gently kissed Shang Yan's palm.
Perhaps because it was a little itchy, he could clearly feel Shang Yan's fingers involuntarily curl up.
"You fouled!" This time, Shang Yan blushed first. He tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't.
“I didn’t,” Zhou Ping retorted after pressing Shang Yan’s hand to his face.
Shang Yan lowered his eyes, and the next moment, he raised his head and bit Zhou Ping's face twice, leaving two marks before closing his eyes in satisfaction.
After Shang Yan closed his eyes and fell asleep, Zhou Ping reached out and gently touched the spot where he had been bitten.
My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Shang Yan's forehead, then fell asleep holding the person in his arms.
The next day, Shang Yan was awakened by Baili Tuming's howling.
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