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Love and desire lead to ruin, in an endless cycle.
"Yan Yan, don't cry."
After lowering his head to kiss away the tears from Shang Yan's eyes, Zhou Ping gently and carefully placed a kiss on the corner of his lips.
The kisses that followed became increasingly chaotic, and the only sounds in the room were moans and groans.
...
The following night, Shang Yan clutched the corner of the blanket covering him and reached out to press against the burning chest of the person behind him.
"I'm really tired!" he said, before burrowing into the covers.
Zhou Ping wrapped his arms around Shang Yan's waist from behind, resting his chin on Shang Yan's neck. "Hmm, hmm, let's rest for a while, okay?"
Shang Yan reached out and pushed away the hand that was on his waist, and began to talk nonsense.
"If this continues, I'll die in bed before I even die on the battlefield. I need to sleep."
"..." Zhou Ping reached out and pulled him into his arms, comforting him, "Okay, we won't come today."
Seeing that the person behind him had indeed stopped moving, Shang Yan slowly got out of the blanket. He was really tired and fell asleep in no time.
Zhou Ping reached out and hugged him tightly, but he just couldn't fall asleep.
He sat up slightly and reached into the bedside cabinet, where he found a white crystal. His dark eyes darkened.
Holding the white crystal in his hand, he embraced Shang Yan and slowly drifted off to sleep.
In a daze, it felt as if I had fallen into some kind of place.
"mother.".
A soft, sweet voice roused Zhou Ping from his reverie. He looked at the person in front of him, his dark eyes lighting up.
A little boy, about four or five years old, was being held in the arms of an exceptionally beautiful and alluring woman. His bright blue eyes were watery, and he was smiling radiantly, waving his hands and scratching at the woman's face.
The woman wore a jade pendant at her waist, engraved with the words "Wen Yi".
"Our Changliu can talk now..." Wen Yi
Looking tenderly at the child in her arms, she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Mother, don't cry," a pair of small hands gently stroked Wenyi's face, and she cried even more bitterly.
At this moment, a tall man walked into the house. He was exceptionally handsome, and the beauty in his eyes was even more striking than that of a woman. "Wife, why are you crying again?"
Wen Yi handed the little one in her arms to the person in front of her, "Chang Liu can talk now."
"...Ah, but it can...what? You mean our son can talk?" The man took the child in shock, and couldn't help but toss Chu Changliu into the air and catch him steadily. "Son, quickly call me 'Dad' and let me hear it. Do you know how many years I've waited for you to say 'Dad'?"
Chu Changliu was tossed high into the air and caught steadily. At first, he laughed happily, but after being tossed up for the tenth time, he couldn't help but vomit.
After being caught in his father's arms, he vomited even more violently. After he finished vomiting, he pointed at the man in front of him and shouted, "Bad!"
Wen Yi couldn't help but snatch the little Chu Changliu back, and didn't forget to slap the man.
"You're so rough! What if you ruin our son?"
"Waaah, my wife..." The man wasn't angry at being slapped; in fact, he seemed even more excited.
His tail wagged ingratiatingly as he reached out his paw, and a bouquet of flowers appeared in his hand. "What kind of flowers do you like? These are the ones I picked today. Plant whatever you like."
Wen Yi: ...
"I have some things to take care of. You take Changliu and plant flowers. Don't fool around anymore, understand?" She was often busy with work and couldn't be by Chu Changliu's side all the time.
Pointing to the bunch of daphne flowers, he said, "Plant this."
After handing Chu Changliu over to the man, she left.
"Come here, Changliu, let Daddy teach you how to plant flowers!" The man carried the child and walked excitedly into the yard.
"Let me tell you, your father got married because of these skills. If you want to get married in the future, learn from your father!"
"Changliu has been doing well in his studies lately. What should he do when he sees someone he likes?"
Chu Changliu stood there, clapped his hands with a smile, and then shouted back, "I love it!"
"That's not enough! We fox clan men are bold in our pursuit of love. You need to finish your sentence!"
Little Chu Changliu stood there like a soldier, extremely upright, holding a shovel and listening to his father's teachings.
"Would you like to learn a trade from your father?" The man conjured up a bunch of watering cans and sprayed them on Chu Changliu's head.
Chu Changliu smiled brightly, catching every flower that fell from the sky. Of course, some he missed, and soon they piled up into a small mountain at his feet.
The flowers grew so many that they almost buried the little boy.
"Yes!" Without any hesitation, Chu Changliu immediately expressed his desire to learn.
The man chuckled and pulled Chu Changliu out from under the pile of flowers. "Then call me 'Dad' and let me hear it."
"Dad! Teach me!" Chu Changliu exclaimed excitedly, circling the man around. "I want to learn, so I can find a wife..."
"You're a quick learner... Just watch, cast the spell like this, and in a flash, the flower will be buried in the soil..."
Chu Changliu reached out and pulled out all the flowers that his own father had just planted, then ran off laughing.
"No, I told you to plant flowers, not pluck any feathers! What will you do when your mother comes back?" The man quickly chased after him.
Wen Yi had just finished dealing with her business when she saw a small cannonball rushing towards her on the road. When she saw that it was her son carrying flowers, her heart melted.
"Changliu, what brings you here?"
"Mother, this is for you. I love you!" Chu Changliu handed over the flowers in her hand, her smile pure and lovely.
Seeing Wen Yi standing there in a daze, he repeated loudly, "I like you!"
...
So cute... Shang Yan looked so cute when he was little. His tone of voice and expression haven't changed at all compared to now.
Upon seeing that small figure, Zhou Ping, who was watching from the sidelines, covered his face with one hand.
The little one's smile is so heartwarming, a hundred times warmer than the winter sun...
Is this what Shang Yan originally looked like when he was a child?
The white crystal flashed, and Zhou Ping suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking at Shang Yan, who was fast asleep beside him, he reached out and gently stroked Shang Yan's soft hair.
It started suddenly, I don't know when.
When Shang Yan was shaken awake, his pupils were somewhat unfocused.
"Honey, aren't we going to sleep...?"
If this continues, I'll die...
In this regard, Zhou Ping would not listen to him at all, and would only give him a short rest when he was really tired.
After a short rest, a new round begins.
"Yan Yan...you called me by the wrong name."
...
"I was wrong, I was wrong, honey, I'll never do it again!"
...
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In fact, Shang Yan has always been a little sun, both in the past and now.
Having experienced so much, he simply hides himself away.
The story of mutual redemption begins with Pingbao being redeemed, but in reality, it is Pingbao who is saving Shangyan later on.
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