In the end, Zhao Luochuan didn't even wait for the peach blossom honey to be brewed before he hurriedly decided to go up the mountain the next morning. This year, he was delayed for a few days due to some matters. If it were in the past, he would have gone there early.
They had just finished dinner today, and the swing on the peach tree in the yard had not been taken down yet. It was rare that Zhao Fangchu was not here today, so no one was competing with Zhao Luochuan to swing with Yang Donghu, which made Zhao Luochuan secretly happy.
The two were just about to be affectionate when a strong wind blew up out of nowhere, the clouds in the sky became low, and soon raindrops as big as beans began to fall.
It is said that spring rain is as precious as oil. The wheat seedlings buried in the snow for a whole winter have finally waited for the snow to melt. Now is the time when they need rain to nourish them. All families who grow crops are looking forward to it. They think about it day and night, and it can be regarded as a wish come true.
The sudden rain soaked the tilled land in the yard with water. After two days of soaking the soil, the vegetable seeds harvested last year were planted. Early vegetables grow fast in spring, so the harvest can be had without waiting for two months.
Wait until there is a market day, buy a few cucumber seedlings from the vegetable vendors along the road, and plant them in a circle along the vegetable field. When the weather gets hotter and you lose your appetite, you can pick them anytime to cool down.
There is a lot of rain in early spring, and this rain seems to be a foreshadowing. Although it is not heavy, it is unknown when it will stop. According to Zhao Luochuan's experience, there may be continuous heavy rain later.
It's only the beginning of March. If we wait any longer, it may be difficult to go up the mountain for a month.
In all his years as a hunter, this was the first time that Zhao Luochuan was so reluctant to go up the mountain. Since the mountains were closed for winter last year, he had not been separated from Yang Donghu for four months.
The days of winter are leisurely and relaxed. There is nothing to do during the day, so Zhao Luochuan has plenty of energy to hug each other and snuggle at night. Over time, Zhao Luochuan has become accustomed to it. If he doesn't hug her at night, it feels like something is missing.
Nowadays, going to the mountains takes at least half a month, and at most more than a month. Every sleepless night alone is torture.
It was raining and humid outside, and the temperature dropped suddenly.
When Yang Donghu was cooking, he was afraid that his clothes would be stained with oil smoke, so he took off his coat. He was caught off guard by the sudden rain and had to rush the chickens raised in the yard back into the coop, so he accidentally got a little wet.
Zhao Luochuan was worried that he would catch a cold, so he wiped his hair, changed him into dry clothes, and then tucked him into the new bedding.
Yang Donghu's hands and feet were colder than anyone else's in cold weather. Today he was drenched in rain. When he was changing clothes, he accidentally touched Zhao Luochuan's hand and listened to his scolding again.
"I told you not to go out, but you didn't listen. It was raining heavily, and you didn't even wear a coat. Hurry and lie down. Your hands and feet are so cold, and you won't be able to sleep well tonight."
Zhao Luochuan held Yang Donghu's hand, rubbed it and blew on it, and even found time to say a few words.
Such nagging was not annoying at all. Besides, Yang Donghu already knew that he was in the wrong, so he put on a silly smile on his face, did not respond, and obediently let Zhao Luochuan control him.
"Smile like an idiot. You keep pretending to be stupid every time. If you do that again, I'll beat you up. See if you'll behave yourself." Zhao Luochuan was harsh in his words, but he resigned himself to his fate and lit the stove to boil water.
Soak your feet in hot water for a while and then drink a cup of hot tea. After your whole body warms up, you will feel more comfortable lying in bed.
The newly dried bedding had a pleasant smell. Yang Donghu buried his face in the soft quilt and took a deep breath. He said with satisfaction: "You won't hit me, you are the best."
"Are you so sure? What if I really hit you one day?"
"Then I'll fight back."
The room became much warmer after the stove was lit, but it would take some time for the water to boil. Zhao Luochuan simply took off his coat and lay down with Yang Donghu. After a while, there was no warmth in the quilt at all.
Zhao Luochuan pulled the man into his arms and brought Yang Donghu's cold feet close to his legs. "You're really getting bolder and bolder. You're even thinking of fighting back. But don't worry, I definitely won't bear to hit you, but I have other ways to get back at you."
The two of them have been together day and night for almost a year. Yang Donghu could guess what evil intentions Zhao Luochuan was hiding just by raising his eyebrows. Yang Donghu immediately understood his ulterior motives.
Perhaps because they were about to part, Yang Donghu did not blush and call him vulgar as usual, but instead reached out and put her arms around Zhao Luochuan's neck.
"Brother Chuan, how long will you be gone this time?"
"We've wasted so much time. I'm afraid we'll have to stay in the mountains for a few more days this time. Why, are you reluctant to leave me?" Zhao Luochuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, hooking Yang Donghu's chin with his fingers.
Yang Donghu raised his head following his finger, met Zhao Luochuan's playful gaze, nodded and said in a low voice: "Yeah, I will miss you."
Yang Donghu was rarely so direct. Zhao Luochuan's throat tightened, and an inexplicable desire surged in his heart. He silently tightened his arms, lowered his head, and gently branded Yang Donghu's forehead: "I'll try to come back as soon as possible."
There are more ways to warm up the body than just drinking hot tea. Zhao Luochuan personally taught Yang Donghu that teasing is not the right thing to do.
Zhao Luochuan's warm palm slid down Yang Donghu's thin back to the hem of his clothes, and the breathing of both of them gradually became hot and rapid.
A strong hand tightly grasped the back of Yang Donghu's head, leaving him no room for resistance. The ambiguity in the embrace turned into the entanglement of lips and teeth.
At first, Zhao Luochuan could still control his strength. The gentle kiss could no longer satisfy his desire. Gradually, he began to shift his position. From the collarbone to the chest, Zhao Luochuan left one pious mark after another.
Yang Donghu's whole body was numb from the kiss, his head was dizzy, and he collapsed on the bed powerlessly. He couldn't muster up any strength to stop the evil hands on his body, and could only let Zhao Luochuan pull him down to sink with him.
No one cared that the hot water on the stove had boiled. After a crazy session, Yang Donghu was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The hot water that was originally used to wash his feet was now of greater use.
Zhao Luochuan got up from the bed in embarrassment, looking at the mess on the bed and the bruises all over Yang Donghu's body with a guilty look on his face. When his lust faded away and he looked at the evil he had done, Zhao Luochuan cursed himself in his heart for being a beast, for he had lost control and had tortured Yang Donghu so badly.
By the time everything was packed, it was already late at night. Zhao Luochuan hugged Yang Donghu in his arms again. Seeing that he was so sleepy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids, but he forced himself to wait until he was back in bed before closing his eyes, Zhao Luochuan felt even more guilty. "Go to bed quickly. I'll get up early tomorrow and pack everything. You don't have to get up early to see me off. I'll tell my aunt to come and call you for dinner in the morning. You can sleep a little longer."
I don’t know if the people around him heard it, but as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of even breathing sounds in his ears.
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