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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight quietly slanted into the house, and the faint candlelight was completely extinguished.

Even though he went to bed at midnight last night, Song Yan's biological clock still woke him up on time in the early morning.

Song Yan tried hard to open her heavy eyelids, but finally couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness. She tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep again.

The mist dissipated with the morning light, and birds jumped around on the window eaves, making crisp chirping sounds.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yan slowly woke up again. This time, he was much more conscious.

As soon as he moved, he felt sore all over, as if he had been ground by a millstone over and over again. Especially the discomfort coming from his private parts, which reminded him of last night's madness.

Last night, Song Yan had not intended to make love to Shu Changyu until the end, but when she came out of the shower, she found that Shu Changyu had a high fever again.

What did Shu Changyu say at that time.

"Yanyan, if I sweat, the fever will go away. Please help me."

Then, half-heartedly, Song Yan was pulled onto the bed by Shu Changyu.

Now that I think about it, Shu Changyu's physical strength last night didn't look like that of a patient at all. He was probably just pretending.

At this point, it was too late for Song Yan to regret.

They've all been eaten up.

Song Yan couldn't help but move her body to relieve the pain, but accidentally touched Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes, with laziness and satisfaction in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"Yanyan, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Shu Changyu's voice was hoarse from just waking up, and was particularly seductive.

Song Yan glared at him and said unhappily, "Still sleeping? Don't you see what time it is now?"

After he finished speaking, he realized how hoarse his voice was.

Shu Changyu stretched out his arm and pulled Song Yan into his arms again. He rubbed his cheek and said, "Don't worry, Yanyan. It's still early. Stay with me for a while."

"Yanyan, does it still hurt?"

Song Yan chuckled twice and glared at him: "What do you think?"

"Since it still hurts, let me apply medicine to Yanyan again." Shu Changyu took out another white porcelain bottle from the secret compartment at the head of the bed.

What is a husband? Bah!

Song Yan quickly stretched out her hand to refuse, "Who asked you to apply the medicine? Get out of here."

Shu Changyu's eyes were frivolous: "You really don't need to be your husband?"

Song Yan grabbed her clothes tightly and refused, "No, I can apply the medicine myself."

Shu Changyu laughed muffledly and handed him the medicine bottle.

Song Yan opened the medicine bottle, took some ointment and prepared to apply it on himself. Suddenly, he looked up and saw Shu Changyu's burning eyes. Song Yan's face immediately turned red.

"What are you looking at!"

Shu Changyu jokingly said, "You really don't need help?"

"No need!" Song Yan gritted her teeth.

He applied the medicine quickly and felt only some redness and swelling, but no tearing.

Song Yan didn't know that Shu Changyu had already applied medicine to him when he fainted last night. Otherwise, he would not be able to get up and move around so quickly today, and he would probably be in so much pain that he couldn't get out of bed.

The two of them hesitated for a long time before getting up. After a simple wash, they changed into clean clothes.

Song Yan looked at himself in the mirror. The faint red marks on his neck made him feel ashamed and annoyed.

He turned to look at Shu Changyu, only to see Shu Changyu leaning against the windowsill, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Song Yan quickly pulled up his collar and cursed: "Still laughing, are you a dog? There are bite marks everywhere."

Shu Changyu laughed even more wantonly, then walked forward, stretched out his arm and put his arm around Song Yan's waist: "Yan Yan, you should take a look at my back. I wonder which cat left these scratches on my back."

Song Yan was speechless for a moment. He did grab Shu Changyu a few times in a hurry last night, but he didn't expect to leave any marks.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door. When Song Yan heard it, she hurriedly pushed Shu Changyu and tidied her clothes.

"Is there something?" Shu Changyu asked in a cold tone.

An Qi's voice came from outside the door: "Master, Mr. Song, lunch is ready."

"It's already noon!" Song Yan was shocked.

When they walked out of the main room, Song Wanzhou and Yaya were already sitting there. Seeing them coming, Song Wanzhou said with a smile: "Brother, sister-in-law, you are finally here. We have been waiting for a long time."

Song Yan was annoyed for a moment: "Don't shout."

Song Wanzhou stuck out his tongue and said no more.

Shu Changyu, on the other hand, was in a good mood and raised the corners of his lips, and did not object to the title of "sister-in-law".

Song Yan and Shu Changyu sat down to have breakfast, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

Yaya was concentrating on eating the porridge in her bowl, occasionally looking up at the adults with a confused look on her face.

Song Wanzhou glanced at them from time to time, smiling strangely.

When she got up this morning, she saw that her eldest brother was still asleep, so she ran to the left wing, only to find that her eldest brother was not in the room.

She then guessed that her eldest brother might be in the backyard. Just as she was about to go over to take a look, she was stopped by An Qi, who said that her eldest brother and Fourth Brother Shu were still sleeping.

When Song Wanzhou heard that they slept together last night, her face turned red.

Even though Song Wanzhou was still young and didn't understand adult matters, he knew that only married couples could sleep in the same room.

Just then, seeing Song Yan and Shu Changyu walking out together, Song Wanzhou couldn't control his curiosity and looked at them both.

Song Yan felt uncomfortable being stared at by her and coughed lightly: "What are you looking at? Go eat your meal!"

"Oh." Song Wanzhou drew out the last syllable, lowered his head but secretly looked up at them.

Song Yan simply turned a blind eye and lowered his head to eat. He had just taken two bites of the food and tasted it was delicious when he suddenly remembered.

"Who made this meal today?"

The most Song Wanzhou can do is cook some rice, and An Qi can't cook either, so who prepared this light meal?

"It's the brother who came last night." Song Wanzhou interrupted.

Song Yan turned to look at Shu Changyu: "Your men haven't returned yet?"

Shu Changyu said: "I'll let them stay with you, and you can tell them to do anything in the future."

"No thanks." Song Yan refused, "I don't have any other work to do."

An Qi can do some of the work such as chopping wood, making fire, washing dishes and cleaning. There is no need to arrange for other people to come.

"Besides, I have two little girls at home, and it's inconvenient for them to stay as grown men."

Shu Changyu probably thought it made sense, so he said, "Then I'll let them wait nearby. If needed, you can call them over at any time."

Seeing Shu Changyu taking a step back, Song Yan could no longer insist. He nodded, agreeing to the arrangement, and continued to eat.

After lunch, Song Yan felt a little sleepy again and planned to go back to the house to take a nap.

He subconsciously raised his foot and walked towards the left wing, but was stopped by Shu Changyu.

"Yanyan, where are you going?"

"I'll go back to my room." Song Yan said confidently.