“Sure, I’ve never seen a monkey before. I’ve heard that the monkeys in Cangnan City are very smart…” Shang Yan was excited and danced with joy when he mentioned going out to play.
"By the way, what time is it now?" He glanced at Zhou Ping's phone and paused when he saw that it showed 2:59 PM.
"Host, why aren't you laughing anymore?" 019 asked mischievously.
It's almost 3 p.m. Is it because you're not naturally inclined to smile?
Shang Yan didn't reply to 019, because the next second, it was exactly 3 PM.
He rushed into Zhou Ping's arms.
"Wife, you smell so good..." He nuzzled his fluffy head against Zhou Ping's clothes, his mouth never stopping.
"I've recently come across a few new quotes; would you like to hear them?"
Zhou Ping, who had been somewhat expecting Shang Yan to become abnormal, froze, “…”
Although he knew Shang Yan probably wouldn't say anything nice, he still played along and replied, "What do you mean?"
Shang Yan cleared his throat and then said in a serious tone, "Small garlic, medium garlic, and large garlic, which one is the best at falling in love?"
This is a question.
"Garlic?" Zhou Ping had never heard of such a thing, but since Shang Yan had already asked, he went along with it.
The illness only lasts for about two hours, and during that time, he should try his best to cooperate.
"Wrong, it's garlic."
Zhou Ping skillfully and appropriately revealed a puzzled expression, which greatly satisfied Shang Yan.
"Later, I finally learned how to love~", Shang Yan sang in a sweet and lively voice.
Zhou Ping: He seemed to understand a little, but he was still very surprised.
"It sounds nice," Zhou Ping finally uttered a compliment after his lips moved slightly, even going so far as to clap his hands in agreement.
019 clearly saw it: [Putting everything else aside, they certainly showed a lot of support.]
Shang Yan, you've found such a good brother, you should be secretly happy.
Shang Yan's lips curled up slightly when he was praised, but he had to use a lot of effort to suppress it.
Since Zhou Ping seemed to enjoy hearing this, he decided to say a few more words: "Zhou Ping, can you run fast?"
Why did the topic jump so quickly?
Zhou Ping lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "It's probably a bit fast, isn't it?"
“Then I’m running fast enough to catch up with you.” Shang Yan’s arms around Zhou Ping’s waist moved slightly, his fingertips brushing past the lean waist and heading towards the broad back behind him.
“You don’t need to chase me…” Zhou Ping clearly hadn’t understood the meaning behind Shang Yan’s words.
He was being held by Shang Yan, so close that he could hear Shang Yan's steady heartbeat. When he noticed Shang Yan's hand, which had been on his waist, moving towards his back, Zhou Ping tensed up and stiffened.
"Honey, you smell so good! I can't help but drool over you. Can you see the water in Daming Lake?"
Shang Yan pressed his face against Zhou Ping's chest, involuntarily sniffing repeatedly. He smelled an extremely pleasant and refreshing scent—was it the smell of grass? But it didn't quite seem like it…
“…I’ve never been there.” Zhou Ping reached behind him with one hand and pressed down on Shang Yan’s groping hands, while placing the other hand on Shang Yan’s slightly flushed face.
"That's all from my drooling for you, hehe, I'm Shang Yuhe, my wife..."
Zhou Ping:......
Is this a terminal illness? How could someone say something like that?
Each time Shang Yan has an episode, his understanding is refreshed when he takes a more abstract approach.
Fortunately, Zhou Ping's patience was already top-notch. He couldn't help but move his hand, which was originally pressing on Shang Yan's face, to Shang Yan's fluffy head and coaxed gently, "Yuhe, don't hug me like this anymore, let go, okay?"
“That’s not my name,” Shang Yan tilted his head, somewhat puzzled.
Zhou Ping:......
Okay, so was he the only one who took this role-playing seriously?
Zhou Ping let out a soft sigh. "Let's stay here for a while and go to the Peace Agency at 4:30."
"Will you come with me?" Shang Yan was clearly only concerned with this question at the moment.
"Mm." Shang Yan wasn't feeling well, so he would definitely have to go with him.
Fortunately, the people from the Peace Agency said that they would arrive at 5 p.m. to start preparations, by which time Shang Yan should have already recovered.
Zhou Ping took Shang Yan's phone from the table and handed it to him, "Want to play for a while? There's still plenty of time before 4:30."
Originally, I thought Shang Yan, who loves video games, would nod in agreement, but to my surprise, he shook his head and then buried himself in his arms again.
Zhou Ping:......
Why does it feel like I'm taking care of a child?
However, he was extremely patient, holding Shang Yan without moving, and apart from a slight redness at the base of his ears, there was nothing unusual about him.
After a while, Shang Yan, who had been silently holding Zhou Ping, spoke.
"Zhou Ping, you're too hot." He let go of my hand uncomfortably and prepared to get up. "And you look so strange, you're poking me."
After getting up, Shang Yan specifically pointed to his lower abdomen, saying, "It's right here that's rubbing against me."
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping silently crossed his legs and placed his hands on his knees. His face turned dark then pale, and finally turned a fiery red like a sunset.
"I'm sorry," he really didn't know what else to say besides those two words.
I want to escape...
I really want to leave this place.
Why would this happen...?
Zhou Ping never expected that he would react to his brother who had become an idiot.
He covered his face and lowered his head as if in repentance.
Shang Yan found his behavior even stranger. He was very puzzled and asked the question that was on his mind.
"What's wrong with you? Why is your face so red?" Shang Yan thought for a while, then said with certainty, "Are you sick? It seems that only when you have a fever will your body temperature get hot."
After saying that, he turned around and rummaged through his backpack, taking out the medicine he had brought inside.
“I remember taking medicine when I’m sick,” a bottle of medication for treating cognitive confusion was handed to Zhou Ping, who was covering his face.
Zhou Ping slowly lowered his hand. "No need, I don't have a fever, it's too hot."
"Huh?" The air conditioner is indeed on and the heater is on in the room, after all, it's the end of November. But the temperature in Cangnan City shouldn't be hot in winter, right?
Shang Yan took a serious look at the hot air coming from the air conditioner. "Is the temperature set too high?"
"Hmm." The air conditioner was set to 28 degrees Celsius, which wasn't actually hot; the temperature was just right.
Zhou Ping glanced guiltily at the air conditioner, then nodded.
"Then you should be fine if you take off your sweater," Shang Yan said, reaching out to pull at the black turtleneck sweater Zhou Ping was wearing.
Zhou Ping flinched, clutching his clothes tightly. "It's not hot now, you don't need to."
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