When I got home that night, Deng Xin made a hangover soup.
Song Xianqing refused to drink, instead pressing his wife down on the bed. His hazy, drunken eyes fixed on her pretty face, he couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her white neck. His hot breath sprayed onto her neck, and Nan Yu, sensing his arousal, turned her head and coughed lightly.
"You're drunk, you should rest."
Song Xianqing straightened his back, while Dengxin glared and groaned, clearly wanting to hit someone.
What are you doing?
Song Xianqing buried his face in his wife's neck and suddenly chuckled softly, "Want to do something naughty?" His voice was low, magnetic, and alluring, enough to make anyone's ears pregnant.
"You're drunk. Didn't we agree to do it next year?"
Song Xianqing's hands had already started to wander, unbuttoning the young man's shirt, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid: "I can't wait any longer, baby. What man can remain single for three years like me? No, three and a half years..."
"I went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and the old doctor told me to relieve the pressure properly. I've been holding back, baby, my good baby, if I keep holding back, things will get really bad. Let's try it, just once, okay, baby?"
We did talk for a long time, and I even met his parents today.
After considering for a moment, Deng Xin took the initiative to cross her waist and said shyly, "Be gentle."
Song Xianqing's eyes lit up. "Okay, okay, I'll be gentle, I'll definitely be gentle."
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A small boat gently rocks, sinking into oblivion overnight.
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He has stepped down.
Nan Yu felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders.
The house he currently lives in was granted to him by the temple, but now that he is no longer the Holy Son, the house must be given to the next one.
They'll have to move out.
I don't want to live in the Song family's house, nor do I want to live in the Liu family's house.
He said to Song Xianqing, "How about we go on a trip?"
Song Xianqing: "Okay."
Nan Yu: "I have 500,000 now. Let's use 100,000 for travel and 400,000 to go to the south to see if there are any cheap houses there, and settle down in the south?"
Song Xianqing rubbed his wife's face, stared at her lips, and couldn't help but lower his head to nibble on them. He smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about the house. I have money. I'll travel for a couple of years first, and then settle down wherever I like."
Nan Yu nodded with a smile: "Okay."
The two left without hesitation, leaving Song Xianqing's little Gu worm, Nan Yu's, and even their snakes in the care of Qi Xue.
Qi Xue wanted to kill her apprentice.
Those two little brats, they stuff all sorts of garbage into their bowls.
He cursed and swore, but he made room for the Gu worms.
Their first destination was Chuancheng.
The history is fictional, but the buildings are similar, and the NPCs are all the same. He was quite familiar with some of the scenes in Chuancheng. On his first day, Song Xianqing dragged him to the hotel for a good time.
Especially at night, pressing against the glass and looking down at the neon-lit pedestrians below, the thrill is like being injected with adrenaline.
Even the lamp wick's refusal was useless; Song Xianqing is really bad now.
The next day, I had lower back pain.
They hadn't walked far when they entered a milk tea shop, where Song Xianqing bought an ice cream. While eating it, he gave her a reproachful look. Although they had broken their vows, they didn't do it very often.
The lamp core felt that this body's pain tolerance was not good.
It doesn't feel good at all.
All that can be done is to suffer for Song Xianqing.
After all, Nan Yu was above him, and he wouldn't give it to her.
"Is it good?" Song bought a serving and asked his wife with eager eyes.
Nan Yu fed him a bite.
Song Xianqing laughed: "The food my wife feeds me tastes the best."
Nan Yu scoffed, but couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile: "Glib tongue."
Song Xianqing: "Does my wife like it?"
Nan Yu ignored him.
Song Xianqing kept asking questions.
People who ask questions get annoyed, but when they look up and see his face, it's a great way to calm them down. Song Xianqing has angered Nan Yu quite a few times, and it's always his face that saves him.
"Do you like it? Do you like it? If you like it, you can reward me tonight."
Nan Yu gave him a deathly smile.
After finishing our ice cream, we left. It was still early, so we booked tickets for the scenic area and went for a stroll, taking lots of photos. Nan Yu rarely got asked for WeChat, while Song Xianqing was definitely a hot commodity.
Everywhere I go, people ask: "Hey bro, do you have a girlfriend? Can I add you on WeChat?"
One or two is fine, but if there are too many, they'll all be like a spilled jar of jealousy, their stench spreading for miles. Are they all blind to their own boyfriends standing right next to them?
Later, he walked arm in arm with Song Xianqing.
Because they are the same gender, some people still treat them like brothers, which infuriates Dengxin. After that, whenever someone asked for his WeChat, he would warn them, "This is my boyfriend! He doesn't like girls!"
Song Xianqing was really annoyed, and he had even upset his wife.
As a devoted and devoted boyfriend, having experienced both Sichuan and other cities, whenever anyone gets close, whether to him or Nan Yu, if they come within a meter, he immediately says, "Get lost!"
Even the most ruthless people are afraid to ask for WeChat contacts anymore.
They not only travel to various cities, but also abroad.
Song Xianqing doesn't understand foreign languages, but Nan Yu has the knowledge and memories of his previous worlds. Even though the original owner didn't go to university, he can still communicate, babbling in some incomprehensible language. His wife is so handsome.
Song Xianqing's eyes lit up.
However, he has a strong learning ability and can basically remember things after listening to them twice.
Within half a month, we were able to communicate normally again.
Winter has come again.
They came to the north to ski. After putting on their ski suits, Deng Xin, who had poor balance and had never skied before, put on his goggles and was slowly skied with the help of the instructor. Song Xianqing had never left the village before and it was also his first time skiing.
It's impossible to learn it right away.
Watching his wife being pulled, supported, and cuddled by other men.
It felt like there was a ferocious beast inside my chest, as if I wanted to devour the other person.
He gritted his teeth, put on his goggles, had the coach teach him once, and as soon as he understood, he kicked away Nan Yu's caregiver and took over the task himself.
He supported his wife and helped her skate.
Dengxin's legs were trembling slightly, and her little mouth under the mask was clamoring, "Slow down, slow down, it's too fast, I can't control myself."
Song Xianqing controlled his speed a little, but this was a slope, and he was on skis. No matter how much he controlled his speed, he couldn't walk like that. There was no private area, and there were quite a few novices among the tourists.
He had just started skating when he slipped and fell, knocking one person down with him. He bumped into Nan Yu and knocked everyone down, making them see stars. Song Xianqing held his wife tightly and skated for a while before stopping.
The on-site paramedics rushed to check on them.
When the buzzing stopped, Nan Yu also woke up. She nervously got up to check if Song Xianqing was injured and asked anxiously, "Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"
My arm hurts.
It was difficult to speak with the mask on, and Nan Yu was wearing many layers. With difficulty, she took off her gloves, pulled off the mask, and exhaled a white mist. The goggles covered the upper half of her face, revealing her pretty and delicious bright pink lips and her fair skin, like a small dessert, extremely tempting.
Song Xianqing was moved.
Also impulsive.
He ripped off the mask and pressed his lips against hers. Even with protective gear in place, his kiss was rapid and passionate, making it impossible to break free or resist. A group of tourists watched the spectacle, exclaiming "Ooh! Wow!"
Staff: "..."
Why are they kissing?
The kiss was too rough, pulling on his arm. He gasped and was eventually taken to the hospital for a checkup. It turned out to be a minor fracture. Nan Yu was both heartbroken and angry; his arm was broken and he still wanted to kiss her.
After changing his clothes, Song Xianqing's arms were secured and suspended in a sling.
"Behave yourself now."
Song Xianqing stared at her injured left arm and smiled, "I'll kiss you again next time."
"Incorrigible."
"But my wife looked so beautiful just now, I couldn't resist."
Nan Yu wanted to touch his left arm but didn't dare. In the end, she wrapped her arm around his waist, rested her chin on his right shoulder, and said in a slightly choked voice, "Don't be so reckless next time. I'm wearing thick clothes. Even if I fall, it won't be that serious."
Song Xianqing: "No, I said I would protect you, for the rest of my life. It would break my heart if you got hurt."
Nan Yu: "I'd be heartbroken if you got hurt."
A single word of concern is worth more than a thousand sweet words. Song Xianqing hugged his wife with his strong arm, nuzzled his head against the lamp wick's neck, and coaxed her in a low, magnetic voice, "Then how about my wife serves me well tonight as compensation?"
Nan Yu: "But your arm is injured."
Song Xianqing: "It's just an arm injury; the part that makes you happy is fine, honey~"
Dengxin glared at him, but felt sorry for the injury he had suffered for her, so she agreed. At other times, she didn't want her wife to be in pain, but when they were having sex, she loved to see her wife's pained expression; the more pain she felt, the more pleasure she got.
The two were either traveling or making love in bed, through all four seasons and year after year, their relationship was very good.
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