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Seeing that Ren Zhengyang was still speechless and had not recovered yet, Zhang Renjing suggested that Ye Fanxing and his family of three stay in the side courtyard at the back hall and receive treatment early tomorrow morning.

Ye Fanxing had not originally planned to stay. After all, living in someone else's house was definitely not as convenient as living in his own home. Besides, he had a mule cart, so it was convenient for him to travel back and forth.

Ye Fanxing looked at Song Haoming and Nan'er, and saw that it was getting late, and it would be dark by the time she returned home.

The main reason was that he had never walked at night before, and he was afraid that he would get lost at night and lose his family of three, so he accepted Zhang Renjing's suggestion.

After dinner, Ye Fanxing pulled the mule cart parked on the back street of Baohetang to the side courtyard arranged by Zhang Renjing.

At this time, the sun was setting, the figures of Song Haoming and Nan'er gradually lengthened, and everything was so harmonious.

Song Haoming's eyes were always on Ye Fanxing who had just come in. When he saw the delicate collarbone and the tender skin that made people fantasize about it exposed at his collar, he felt his throat dry.

Song Haoming frowned immediately and said unnaturally, "I'm thirsty."

"Oh, wait, I'll pour it for you right away."

Ye Fanxing tied up the mule cart first, then simply washed his hands, poured a bowl of water for Song Haoming, and watched him drink it in one breath. He drank so quickly that the water slid down his jaw from the corner of his mouth...

Ye Fanxing also licked his lips unconsciously and swallowed his saliva.

Seeing this, Song Haoming somehow passed the bowl to Ye Fanxing's mouth, "You drink too."

Ye Fanxing, who had already taken a sip of the water in the bowl, was stunned when she heard the words "You drink too". She blinked and looked at the bowl of water, and her ears suddenly pricked up.

This is an indirect kiss...

The yard suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and awkward...

Nan'er was sensitive to the subtle atmosphere between her two fathers. She tilted her head in confusion, looked at Ye Fanxing, then looked at Song Haoming, her tangled face wrinkled into a ball, and finally looked at the bowl of water in her father's hand, and said softly, "I want to drink it too."

Ye Fanxing didn't expect that this awkward situation would continue until the evening... because they were going to sleep on the same bed tonight...

After washing up, Ye Fanxing tiptoed to the door, took a deep breath, and then walked in.

Ye Fanxing felt a little contemptuous of herself. It was just two grown men sleeping together, why was she so nervous?

Although he was not nervous, Ye Fanxing stayed by the bed, looking at the bed, feeling he didn't know whether to get on it or not. If there were extra beddings, he would definitely sleep on the floor.

"Why aren't you coming up yet?" Song Haoming said coldly.

Ye Fanxing was startled: "You're not asleep?"

Song Haoming rolled his eyes at him silently. How could he sleep with someone standing beside his bed?

Seeing that Song Haoming did not answer him, Ye Fanxing touched his nose awkwardly and took the lead in breaking the silence: "I want to find a place to sleep on the floor."

Song Haoming laughed at himself: "Given my current state, are you still afraid of what I will do to you at night?"

Ye Fanxing was choked and stammered, "I... I'm just worried that I won't sleep well and will crush Xiaonan."

On second thought, I can go home after seeing the doctor tomorrow, it’s just one night.

After figuring this out, Ye Fanxing immediately got into bed. The rustling sound was particularly clear in the quiet room, and Song Haoming's heart skipped a beat.

Ye Fanxing carefully avoided Song Haoming and Xiaonan's bodies, climbed into the bed, and then stayed close to the wall without moving.

Xiao Nan'er was like the Chu River and Han River dividing them, pinning them both on the same bed, yet they were far apart.

In the same bed, the unique fragrance of Ye Fanxing's body, as if it had a spirit, kept drilling into Song Haoming's nose, making him no longer sleepy. He could only close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

"Song Haoming, are you asleep?" Ye Fanxing waited for a moment and called softly.

"..." Song Hao was too lazy to pay attention to him and didn't say anything.

Ye Fanxing thought Song Haoming should be asleep, so she breathed a sigh of relief and let him curl up in the quilt again.

In the end, no one knew who gave him the courage to carefully move past Xiao Nan who was sleeping in the middle and move closer to Song Haoming.

Song Haoming subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't expect Ye Fanxing to reach out and gently touch his lips, which frightened him so much that he forgot to breathe.

What is Ye Fanxing up to this late at night? ?

Song Haoming felt like he was frozen in place, not daring to move at all.

He was regretting it so much now. He should have just replied with one sentence earlier. Wouldn't it be so awkward to speak at this time?

Ye Fanxing seemed to have discovered something interesting. In the darkness, his fingers moved up along Song Haoming's lips and wandered across his cheek.

Song Haoming's ears had turned red, and the tranquility in his heart was also disturbed by this finger.

Ye Fanxing supported her head with one hand, stared at Song Haoming's handsome face unscrupulously, and sighed softly.

He murmured, "Tell me, why can't you smile more with your icy face? You are such a handsome guy. To be honest, when you are not so cold, I am really moved."

"But I don't want to have a baby...it will hurt..."

Song Haoming opened his eyes suddenly, unable to listen any longer, and said sternly: "Ye Fanxing is not sleeping so late, what do you want to do?"

The warm breath sprayed on Ye Fanxing's fingertips, bringing with it a moist and numbing feeling. Ye Fanxing was startled and stared at Song Haoming in a daze. After a while, she finally reacted and her face flushed red.

Ye Fanxing tried to flee the scene in panic, but his hand that was supporting his head slipped and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Song Haoming was afraid that he would crush Xiaonan, so he reached out and pulled him into his arms.

Such close and intimate contact stunned both of them, and Ye Fanxing even wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.

There was an indescribable ambiguity between the two. Ye Fanxing suddenly felt dry in the mouth and subconsciously stretched out his tongue, which touched Song Haoming's dry and elegant lips. The moment their lips and tongues touched, he collapsed directly on Song Haoming...

Ye Fanxing was stunned by her own limp state!!!

It’s over. Now, he couldn’t explain it clearly even if he wanted to.

Ye Fanxing calmed herself down, slowly climbed down from Song Haoming, and carefully crossed the clear boundary in the middle - Xiao Nan'er, and the two returned to the starting point.

"Go to sleep." Song Haoming turned around with difficulty, turned his back to Ye Fanxing, and said coldly.

"Um... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Ye Fanxing explained awkwardly.

Song Haoming ignored him. A hint of embarrassment flashed across his narrowed eyes. He regretted why he had such inappropriate thoughts about him.