[Please, reviewer, have mercy on me! May you live a long and prosperous life! There's really nothing here, just a hug!]
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As Ye Fan called out Shang Yan's real name, a vine slowly stretched out and gently patted his shoulder.
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow. Could it really sense something?
He called out again tentatively, "Chu Changliu".
The vine got annoyed, lashed out at him, and then retreated.
Before it had gone far, it came back again, and crookedly placed a sentence in front of Ye Fan with vines.
"Don't shout unless necessary."
Ye Fan nodded after seeing this, but was slightly suspicious. It didn't seem like a human ability to sense when someone called him... No, he had to go back and check the information.
He turned and walked away quickly.
The second floor of the local cuisine restaurant.
Shang Yan, wrapped in a bath towel, walked into Zhou Ping's bedroom. As soon as he entered, Zhou Ping, who was sitting at the table, handed him the prepared medicine.
His emerald eyes darted around, and he looked everywhere in the room except for the cup of medicine that had been prepared.
Seeing that he didn't take it, Zhou Ping handed it forward with a puzzled look, "You just got caught in the rain, have something to drink."
"I don't want to drink. I need to get dressed." Shang Yan shook his head, took a step back, and turned around to rummage through the wardrobe.
"Shangyan, I've prepared everything for you, no need to look through it." Zhou Ping silently placed the medicine on the table and handed Shangyan the clothes that had been prepared by the bedside.
Shang Yan, who had his back to him, stood up straight. When he heard what he said, he slowly turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhou Ping was not holding any medicine.
After taking the clothes from Zhou Ping, he simply pulled the bath towel off in front of Zhou Ping.
And just like that, right in front of him... I tore it off.
"These clothes are quite thick, even though it's winter now..." Shang Yan reached for the boxer shorts and slowly put them on.
Zhou Ping's dark pupils contracted slightly. He first took a small step back, then took two steps forward.
"Shang Yan, how could you..." His clear pupils reflected the person who was so uninhibited in front of him.
He had just put on a pair of pants, the elastic waistband hanging perfectly on Shang Yan's slender, fair waist. His body was still slightly damp from the recent shower. When he heard Zhou Ping calling him, Shang Yan subconsciously looked up.
A hint of confusion crossed that innocent, clean face. "What's wrong?"
"Can't I change here?" But the bedroom is warmer than other places, and shouldn't I change my clothes in the bedroom?
Zhou Ping silently turned his face away from him, and after a long while, he uttered a single word, "Yes."
Finally, he added a word of caution, "You can't do that when you're out in public..."
"No, it's different outside than at home." Shang Yan put on a fleece-lined sweatshirt, but felt a little hot after putting it on, so he pulled it up a bit.
Zhou Ping stepped forward and pulled the clothes he had lifted up back down. "You can't do that, you'll catch a cold."
"..." Shang Yan narrowed his emerald eyes, reached out and grasped Zhou Ping's hand, lifting his own clothes to reveal his soft belly. "Want to touch it?"
He has a great physique, with firm and well-defined muscles, and his abdominal muscles feel soft and cool to the touch because they are relaxed.
Before Zhou Ping could react, he found his hand on Shang Yan's abdomen, and his face instantly burned.
Seeing that his face looked familiar, Shang Yan couldn't help but smile mischievously. Then, under Zhou Ping's evasive gaze, he pulled his hand and touched his body repeatedly.
Zhou Ping:!
019, who had just put down the book and seen all this, was also shocked. It was about to scream, but then it remembered that it was Shang Yan's time to poop, so it became timid and hesitant.
"Your movements don't seem like those of a righteous cultivator..."
Shang Yan narrowed his eyes and said nonchalantly, "When I was still human, I had a mother who was the Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect."
019, [...]
What exactly is it tied up with? This seductive action is terrifying just looking at it. No wonder Shang Yan can still seduce people even when he's an idiot. It turns out he's just naturally good at it.
With his calloused fingers pressed against his chest, Shang Yan felt it was getting too hot after a while. He tightened his grip on Zhou Ping's hand and then took two steps back.
"It's hot, I'm not playing anymore."
It looked like she wanted to remove Zhou Ping's hand.
Zhou Ping:......
"It's getting late, let's go to sleep." Zhou Ping glanced at the sky outside. In winter, it gets dark very early, and it was already almost seven o'clock, so it was completely dark outside.
He reached out and gently put his arm around Shang Yan's waist, lowered his head, and brushed his high nose against Shang Yan's smooth forehead.
Shang Yan's body stiffened slightly, his emerald eyes flickered, and he asked bluntly, word by word, "What, you want to sleep with me?"
"No... I..." Zhou Ping silently buried his face in Shang Yan's neck. He was completely overwhelmed and held Shang Yan helplessly.
"Then why are you poking me?" Shang Yan, who was being held, pushed away the hot chest. His head was pressed down and buried in Zhou Ping's broad and strong chest. They were so close that he could even hear Zhou Ping's strong heartbeat.
Zhou Ping:......
His expression went blank for a moment; he couldn't control himself. After a long while, he whispered, "I'm sorry..."
Shang Yan was taken aback by his sudden apology. He struggled in Zhou Ping's arms for a moment, but because he was being held so tightly, he was just changing his position while being held.
Why apologize?
"Isn't this a normal thing?" He raised his head slightly, his blue eyes full of confusion.
Aren't they lovers? If something hurts, so be it, there's nothing wrong with that.
"Could it be that you want to be with me..." Before Shang Yan could say anything more that would make Zhou Ping want to disappear into the ground, Zhou Ping leaned down and kissed him.
Shang Yan's mouth is like a bomb; it's best not to let him say anything...
If I keep talking, he definitely won't be able to hold back.
A passionate kiss came rushing towards him. Before Shang Yan could react, his lips were already occupied, and this time Shang Yan's expression went blank.
...
Half an hour later.
Shang Yan, pinned against the wardrobe, had slightly unfocused pupils. His eyes sparkled, and he reached out to stop Zhou Ping, who was about to lean in.
"...I'm sleepy." A slightly dry voice came from his throat. Shang Yan's voice softened and carried a hint of pleading. "Let's go to sleep."
Zhou Ping bent down, picked him up by the waist, and placed him on the bed. He then reached for the cup on the table and went downstairs. "The medicine is cold. I'll make you another cup."
It seemed there was no escaping the need for cold medicine. Shang Yan resignedly buried himself in the blankets, nodded, and softly hummed in agreement.
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