◇ Chapter 43 You kept calling me last night
An Qin had a long, exhausting dream.
The previously blurry figure completely transformed into a clearly visible person in his dream tonight, showing him a warm smile.
While he was fighting with Shen Yanheng, the scenery around him was spinning wildly. When he came to his senses, he saw his legs being held up high and the shirtless man in front of him, smiling at him gently, then slowly leaning over.
An Qin's whole body stiffened and he woke up in shock. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his body. His usually cold pupils were locked and trembling up and down. At the same time, a familiar wetness came from his crotch.
An Qin was struck by lightning, his face turned pale instantly, and he stared at the ceiling of the bed in a daze and slowly. After a while, he suddenly felt guilty and glanced inside the bed with the corner of his eyes, but there was no one there.
An Qin breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't realized that he was so perceptive that he didn't even know when Shen Yanheng left. An Qin quickly glanced around, but still didn't see anyone. His heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.
I hope no one sees it.
An Qin quietly and quickly found a pair of clean pants, rolled up the dirty ones, and wanted to hide them in his lapel and take them out to destroy them, but his lapel could not fit a pair of pants. He thought about it for a long time, and finally wet it like a guilty thief and stuffed it between the clothes he took off yesterday.
After doing all this, Anqin began to put on his clothes.
This piece of clothing was made by Chen Yanheng according to his measurements that day. It fits him perfectly and there is even a soft belt around the waist that is just right for hanging his soft sword.
An Qin felt a little touched when he touched the soft skin, but before he could praise Chen Yanheng, a handsome face with rosy cheeks appeared in his mind.
It was the one I dreamed of last night, the one with eyes full of emotion...
An Qin: “…”
An Qin angrily tied his belt to cover the place where the soft sword was coiled, and his brows were furrowed.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.
An Qin noticed the noise, kicked the pile of clothes farther away, and sat back on the bed.
Chen Yanheng pushed the door open and came in, holding two bowls of hot white porridge and a plate of fried shrimps and dough sticks. The hot steam from the porridge made his handsome face vaguely visible.
An Qin took a quick look, and the scene in his dream became more vivid in his mind.
An Qin: “…………”
Dreams are the opposite of reality, that’s nothing.
He comforted himself.
It's not like he hadn't had such a dream before, but he was busy completing the tasks assigned by the manor owner and neglected his own needs. In addition, the only person he had been in contact with these days was Chen Yanheng, so the figure in the dream gradually turned into him.
After all, the word "Duanxiu" is so terrifying.
He must be feeling uncomfortable, which is why he thinks about it during the day and dreams about it at night.
An Qin thought so, and his guilty gaze became firm again. He slowly raised his head and met Chen Yanheng's smiling eyes frankly.
Chen Yanheng put down his bowl and chopsticks: "After eating, let's go make lanterns together."
"Oh." An Qin replied coldly and walked over with an expressionless face.
Chen Yanheng moved An Qin's portion over, and the wide sleeve that was draped over his wrist was pulled inward due to the obstruction of the table, revealing Chen Yanheng's entire wrist. On his snow-white skin, a finger-wide red mark was particularly glaring, looking like a burn.
An Qin glanced at it and silently looked away.
Chen Yanheng: “Hiss——”
An Qin sat down without changing his expression, took the porridge and rice handed to him by the man, ignored the burn marks on the piece of rice right in front of him, and buried his head in eating.
The young man still had a little ochre stain on the tips of his ears from the trousers he had hidden in as a guilty conscience just now.
Chen Yanheng raised his eyebrows, and then noticed the dark and wrinkled nightgown behind the screen.
Chen Yanheng curled his lips and looked at An Qin unscrupulously as he buried his head in eating porridge. "Fortunately, it was only slightly burned. It's not a big deal."
An Qin ignored him.
Chen Yanheng was not angry. Instead, he supported his chin and put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
His cooking skills have improved greatly. At least when it comes to making porridge, he is now a qualified cook - the cook was telling the truth.
Chen Yanheng narrowed his eyes in amusement. "The Qiqiao Festival won't get lively until the evening. I've already made an appointment with some people at noon to make lanterns together. You can rest for a while after eating. I'll call you when we set off. I'll go wash my clothes soon. You'll need them for the assassination mission later."
This sounds like a kind of peaceful life where men farm and women weave.
An Qin suddenly stopped swallowing and almost choked to death on the rice grains.
Chen Yanheng: "Go slowly. If you like it so much, I will make it for you every day in the future."
An Qin: "I can wash it myself."
Chen Yanheng: "How can I bear to let you wash clothes with your hands?"
An Qin: “…”
Chen Yanheng said, "It's better for me to do it. If you leave your clothes to the servants, I will be jealous too."
An Qin: “…………”That’s not necessary.
An Qin swallowed, then suddenly remembered Shen Yanheng's burns: "You are injured, it is not suitable for you to touch water."
After going around in circles, he finally heard what he wanted to hear. The corners of Chen Yanheng's lips curled up: "Are you concerned about me because you care about me, or is it an excuse for not wanting me to touch them?"
An Qin gritted his teeth and said, "I care."
Chen Yanheng laughed heartily twice, gladly accepting the young man's hypocritical concern. After he finished his porridge, Chen Yanheng glanced at the pile of clothes and said jokingly, "You kept calling me 'darling' last night. What bad things did you dream I did to you? I even changed my pants."
An Qin had just swallowed the last mouthful of porridge and thought he had escaped danger, but he was struck by lightning.
His eyes suddenly widened, his mind went blank, leaving only the scenes in his dream gradually enlarged and became clearer. He even saw his own face full of lust, just like the young man he had seen in Nanfeng Tower, full of desire and ecstasy.
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