After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

He opened his eyes for a moment, his pupils were as deep as the sea, revealing a bit of the turbulence of a storm, and his lips were pursed into a thin slit, revealing no sign of his true joy or anger at the moment.

Xie Nanxing, who was caught stealing, panicked and hastily withdrew his hands from his underwear.

Luckily, I managed to get one back.

He wasn't particularly lucky either, as his other hand was directly grabbed by Shen Jinmo.

Seeing that Shen Jinmo had the evidence, Xie Nanxing's fair face began to turn red: "Tomorrow is a day off, I can't sleep, I want to play with you."

He twisted the hand that was being held and still acting pretentiously, and asked in a cold voice, but it also revealed a mellow and seductive tone: "Master Xie, is this how you play?"

After Shen Jinmo asked this, Xie Nanxing was no longer panicked. It was obvious that he was not angry...

This person has been wanting to sleep with him for a long time, how could he be angry...

"I don't know why, but my bed is so cold tonight that I can't sleep warmly."

"Your bed is really warm. Can I stay in the same bed with you?"

He became bolder and more excited as he spoke, with a sly smile on his face: “I promise, I won’t do anything.”

Seeing that Shen Jinmo still didn't let go of his hand, Xie Nanxing's voice softened a bit, and he began to unscrupulously lay hooks: "With my body, I can't do anything to you even if I want to."

Shen Jinmo quickly accepted the fact that the chubby little sickly kid wanted to sleep with him.

Even by the time Shen Jinmo nodded in agreement, Xie Nanxing had already been lifted into his arms and placed in the crook of his arm, his free hand still patting quite skillfully.

There are certainly many brothers in this world who sleep in the same bed, but there is probably no brother like Xie Nanxing who nestles in his arms.

The last time he hugged Xie Nanxing was because Shen Jinmo was sick and confused, but this time, Shen Jinmo was too clear-headed.

Countless thoughts arose in his mind, but were suppressed by Shen Jinmo. All the thoughts turned into a slow question: "Xie Nanxing, what's wrong with you?"

"Shen Jinmo, I've read all the notebooks in your study."

He hooked a strand of Shen Jinmo's hair and twisted it around his trembling fingertips, playing with it: "I know what you feel. Don't be afraid. I won't let you down."

This was the first time in Xie Nanxing's two lives that he poured out his heart to someone, and he was actually a little nervous.

Or maybe more than a little nervous.

Unable to wait for a response, Xie Nanxing lost control of the strength in his fingertips and pulled out several strands of Shen Jinmo's hair.

"Xie Nanxing, don't you usually dislike being with men like that?"

The slight pain pulled Shen Jinmo out of the chaos. He clenched his hand on Xie Nanxing's waist into a fist and said with some anxiety: "Xie Nanxing, you don't have to force yourself."

"I'm not acting this way because you're a man. I'm acting this way because you're Shen Jinmo."

With his fingertips entangled with Shen Jinmo's broken hair, Xie Nanxing used the hair to tickle Shen Jinmo's earlobe, and blew on it while tickling.

"You and I are both men. It doesn't matter who speaks first. I just like to be nice to you."

The fist clasped around Xie Nanxing's waist loosened in an instant, and Xie Nanxing was locked in his arms with force.

Xie Nanxing felt a little pain and looked up at Shen Jinmo's eyes which were shining red.

This eye contact was like three flowers gathering at the top of the head. Shen Jinmo's eyes were filled with bloodshot and revealed a strong desire.

"Shen Jinmo, you're not."

There was no dodging. A man who had just turned twenty was at the peak of his energy. Although Xie Nanxing understood, he was powerless: "My body is really not ready yet. Can you wait for me a little longer?"

His breathing was heavy, but he did not loosen his grip on Xie Nanxing.

Shen Jinmo pondered over Xie Nanxing's words carefully. That is to say, sleeping on the same bed now is just the beginning. Will Xie Nanxing do other things in the future to solidify their relationship?

This thought aroused the anger in Shen Jinmo's heart. He would not allow Xie Nanxing to sacrifice to such an extent to fulfill his plan.

"Xie Nanxing, don't degrade yourself."

The current situation was really strange. Xie Nanxing didn't understand what bottom line Shen Jinmo was defending.

Are you shy?

Makes sense...

Since Shen Jinmo was shy, Xie Nanxing felt that she had to be more proactive: "But isn't this how love works?"

"I do not need."

Xie Nanxing moved slightly, holding the evidence in his hand, and his eyes did not show any innocence: "You obviously need it."

"Xie Nanxing, you are not allowed to get into my bed tomorrow night."

The voice was quite loud and carried a warning, which scared Sui Yi, who was lying on the roof and listening attentively to the noise, so much that he slipped and fell between Mo Ping and Yang Huai.

Yang Huai's inquiring gaze swept across Sui Yi's silver face, and seeing that Mo Ping was not surprised, he thought that this was Shen Jinmo's secret guard.

He stood up, walked over Sui Yi, came close to Mo Ping, and started chatting with Mo Ping as if no one was around.

"How can my master have so much?"

Mo Ping looked like an experienced person, and responded to Yang Huai's question actively: "Young Master has always been very capable, and after reading the script I carefully selected, he now has many tricks."

"With my master's looks and talents, the prince didn't eat him alive?" Yang Huai moved closer to Mo Ping and lowered his voice to a very low voice: "Is the prince really a Liu Xiahui?"

Mo Ping paused for a moment and said in a thinner voice, "I think the prince wants to marry her in a formal way. Acting so hastily will be unfair to the young master."

"That's right." Yang Huai felt that Shen Jinmo did a decent job in this regard, and he looked like a man who could stand tall and proud. "My master is so good, he deserves to be the number one person in the Great Xia Dynasty."

The ignored Sui Yi calmly stood up from the ground and climbed back onto the roof.

To be honest, it is really embarrassing for him to be a secret guard.

But he was wearing a mask, so it was unlikely that he would be recognized.

……

Time flowed quietly, and Xie Nanxing, nestled in Shen Jinmo's arms, soon fell into a sweet dream because of the ups and downs of emotions that day.

The slightly warm breath sprinkled on Shen Jinmo's neck, and his eyes, which were pretending to be asleep, slowly opened.

The soft person in his arms is a sweet burden. Looking down at the sickly little boy who is sleeping peacefully, Shen Jinmo's heart goes from being slightly agitated to being a raging storm.

The true feelings that were locked up with layers of iron chains actually leaked out a little under Xie Nanxing's random attack.

The current situation is peaceful and warm, but Shen Jinmo's heart is in turmoil.

But Shen Jinmo was not in a hurry. He just stared at the corners of Xie Nanxing's lips that were slightly curled, and found the most crucial thread in the tangled mess.

To him, Xie Nanxing was always different from everyone else in this world.