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Song Yan blurted out the words of missing him, but before she finished her words, she heard Shu Changyu's low and short laughter.

Shu Changyu held his face, and his lips slowly fell with a warm breath.

Their lips touched, but they were not in a hurry to go deeper. Instead, they were like soft feathers, repeatedly and carefully moving over the small and soft lip bead on Song Yan's lips.

Every touch seemed like a test, capturing every subtle reaction of Song Yan.

But this gentle teasing soon wore away Song Yan's patience.

Finally, he couldn't help it and bit Shu Changyu's lower lip gently but provocatively with the tip of his teeth.

The bite was not strong, but it was like an electric current that instantly penetrated Shu Changyu's nerves.

Shu Changyu's eyes suddenly became deep, and the kiss became more intense.

There was no longer the previous tenderness between his lips and teeth, but it was filled with possession and desire, like a violent storm, fierce and irresistible.

Song Yan's back shivered, as if a sudden storm had swept through all her senses, and she could only be forced to endure it.

The two people's breathing became more and more rapid, and a hot breath filled the air, until Song Yan couldn't help but groan.

Shu Changyu then let him go. Their foreheads touched together, and their breathing became rapid and intertwined.

Shu Changyu's voice was slightly hoarse: "Have you ever eaten candy?"

Song Yan replied in confusion: "No."

Shu Changyu smiled softly, as if savoring the kiss just now: "Well, it's a little sweet."

Song Yan licked her lips subconsciously and asked in confusion: "Where is it sweet?"

"Hmm, it might be an illusion. Let me try it again." Shu Changyu lowered his head slightly and pecked him on the lips.

Song Yan then realized that he was being teased again. He couldn't help but get angry: "Shu Changyu!"

Shu Changyu tilted his head, rested his chin on his shoulder, and said sleepily: "Let me hold you for a while."

Song Yan didn't move anymore, and the two of them snuggled together quietly for a while.

The room was quiet, no one spoke, only the sound of each other's breathing rose and fell.

Song Yan's shoulders had been stiff for a long time, and after a while they began to feel a little sore, so he slowly raised his hands.

"Don't move." Shu Changyu tightened his hands around his waist even more tightly.

"Okay." Song Yan sighed lightly, gave up struggling, and let him hold her.

The two of them were pressed tightly together. Song Yan could clearly feel Shu Changyu's body temperature, which was transmitted through his clothes. It was so warm that he couldn't help but want to get closer.

After an unknown amount of time, Shu Changyu finally let him go.

Song Yan pretended to be calm, turned around to fumble for the fire starter, and lit the oil lamp on the table.

The dim candlelight instantly filled the entire room.

The layout of the house is simple. As soon as you enter the door, there is a window on the right. Under the window is a simple wooden table and a chair.

Against the wall inside, there was a bed covered with a thin quilt. Next to it was a bedside table with a copy of the Book of Songs on it.

Yes, it was the "Book of Songs" that Song Yan often put under his pillow.

Shu Changyu walked to the bedside, touched the thin blanket with his fingertips, and then cast a questioning look at Song Yan: "You're going to sleep here?"

Song Yan said: "No, I went to sleep in the next room."

There is no kang bed in this room. In the past few days, he has been sleeping there with Song Zhengdu. It is warm enough.

Shu Changyu turned his gaze to the table and reached out to pick up the Book of Songs.

Song Yan finally remembered something and quickly called out, "Wait! Don't touch!"

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows and flipped through it casually, only to see a red invitation and several letters falling to the side of the bed.

Shu Changyu picked up the red invitation and the words on it came into his eyes. His beautiful dark eyes were filled with a faint smile.

He raised his hand and waved the invitation in his hand: "Have you been keeping it?"

Song Yan explained awkwardly: "I just thought your handwriting was beautiful, so I kept it as a copybook."

"Oh, so you admire me so much," Shu Changyu said slowly, with a hint of teasing, "You even want to copy my calligraphy."

Song Yan simply admitted shamelessly: "Yes, yes, yes, I just admire you, okay."

Shu Changyu laughed softly and picked up the letter beside the bed. As expected, it was the letter he sent back in the past two months.

Shu Changyu put the invitation and letter back into the "Book of Songs" and put it back on the table.

Then, he sat down on the bed and said to Song Yan, "Bring the box here."

Hearing the voice, Song Yan turned her gaze to the desk, quickly picked up the exquisite wooden box and handed it to Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu did not take the box, but held his wrist, led him to the bed, and they sat down together.

"Open it." Shu Changyu said.

Song Yan opened her eyes wide: "For me?"

Shu Changyu nodded: "For you."

Song Yan then remembered that Shu Changyu had mentioned in a previous letter that he had recently obtained an interesting gadget and planned to bring it to him when he returned.

He carefully opened the wooden box and saw an exquisite jade flute lying inside.

"Why did you give me a flute? I don't know how to play it." He said, scratching his head.

The light in Shu Changyu's eyes became scorching: "No, I can teach you."

Song Yan touched the surface of the jade flute with his fingers, feeling the delicate and cool touch. He took the jade flute out of the wooden box and looked at it carefully.

The jade flute has a smooth texture and fine carvings, and is estimated to be worth a lot of silver.

But if we still discuss whether it is expensive or not at this time, it would be too disappointing.

Song Yan held the jade flute to her lips and tried to play a few notes. The flute made a "wooooooo" sound, crisp but a little harsh.

"Hahaha." He laughed out loud at the unpleasant sound of his own flute.

Shu Changyu's eyelids jumped. He stretched out his hand, covered the back of Song Yan's hand, and carefully instructed: "Hold the flute with your left hand like this, with the thumb firmly supporting it and the other four fingers sticking to the holes of the flute."

"I got it." Song Yan's eyes lit up, and she immediately adjusted her fingers, pressed them on the holes of the flute, and then blew a few tentative sounds at the flute.

The air flow passed through the holes of the flute, producing a clear note.

Loud, but still hard to hear.

"No, I must learn it." Song Yan was not discouraged and was determined to keep trying.

Taking a deep breath, he pursed his lips and blew again—

“Woo woo la la~”

“Woo woo la la~”

“Woo woo la la~”

For a moment, the hoarse and mocking sounds were hard to hear.

Shu Changyu rubbed his forehead and suddenly felt that giving the jade flute to Song Yan might not be a wise decision.

Outside the main room, bursts of "wooooooo" sounds came, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Song Wanzhou covered his ears and muttered, "What kind of weird sound is this? Why is it so harsh?"

Song Zhengdu glanced at the room next to him and said calmly, "Well, it might be the eagle owl calling."

Song Wanzhou was full of doubts. Where did the eagle owl come from in the middle of winter?