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Seeing that Shu Changyu was sleeping soundly, Song Yan did not wake him up. She turned around and left the wing room and returned to the main room.

When Song Wanzhou saw Song Yan coming back, he hurriedly asked, "Brother, how is Fourth Brother Shu?"

"He's still sleeping, but the fever has subsided a little. He should be fine." Song Yan sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of food and put it into his mouth.

While eating, he said, "Ah Qi, after you finish your meal, go to the Shu family and tell uncle and aunt that Changyu is with us, so they don't have to worry. And bring some of Shu Changyu's clothes for replacement."

Ah Qi nodded in agreement, quickly finished his meal and went out.

Song Yan found the meal tasteless and could not swallow it. He only ate half a bowl of rice in a hurry.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. Yaya, who was standing next to him, had just finished her rice porridge, and her face was covered with porridge, so he wiped Yaya's face as well.

"You keep an eye on Yaya and don't let her bring the cat into bed again at night." Song Yan instructed Song Wanzhou.

Last night, Yaya secretly took a kitten and hid it in her bed while no one was paying attention. As a result, the cat ran out in the middle of the night and woke Yaya up.

The little guy cried for a long time, and even Song Yan, who lived in the other wing, heard the noise and hurriedly got up to ask what happened.

When Song Yan heard that he was awakened by the cat, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

When Song Wanzhou thought about what happened last night, he became so angry that his teeth were itching.

In the middle of the night, she was sleeping soundly, but suddenly Sanhua jumped on her face. Anyone who encountered this situation would probably be scared to death.

If it weren't for Yaya crying so miserably, Song Wanzhou would have spanked her hard.

This kid is too naughty.

Song Wan pouted and said angrily, "If she dares to put the cat on the bed again, I'll show you how I'll deal with her."

Yaya was still unaware that her sister was angry, and she giggled at Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou looked at her innocent face and immediately calmed down.

Forget it, I'll just hit him less, Song Wanzhou thought.

At this time, the rain outside had gradually stopped, and occasionally a few drops fell from the eaves, dripping on the stone floor, making a "tapping" sound.

Song Yan was about to get up and go back to her room when she suddenly heard Gou Sheng barking wildly at the door.

He walked quickly to the door to check.

I saw several carriages parked in front of the door. The carriages were fully loaded with goods and covered with oil paper to keep out the rain. As it was dark, I couldn't see clearly what was on them.

There were several unfamiliar faces pulling the goods over.

Song Yan couldn't help but be alert: "Who are you?"

"We are delivering these things here on the orders of our master." The leader said respectfully.

master?

Song Yan subconsciously asked, "Are you Shu Changyu's men?"

"That's right." the man replied.

Song Yan was just about to ask what was in the car when she heard Shu Changyu's lazy voice behind her.

"Move them all to the backyard."

"Yes."

The men immediately took action, loading and unloading the goods with skillful movements.

Song Yan looked back and saw Shu Changyu still wearing his coat and looking lazy.

"Why did you get up? How do you feel? Are you feeling better?" Song Yan said, reaching out her hand and wanting to touch his forehead, but seeing that there were outsiders around, she held his hand.

Shu Changyu's body temperature was usually low, but because of the fever, his hands also became a little warm.

Shu Changyu took advantage of the situation and grabbed Song Yan's hand, not allowing him to break free, and said, "It's all right now."

"I made porridge for you and put it on the table. Have you eaten it?" Song Yan asked again.

"Hmm." Shu Changyu lowered his eyes, played with his fingers, and said in a perfunctory tone.

Song Yan looked at the busy people, then looked at Shu Changyu: "What are you doing? Bringing so many things here."

Shu Changyu glanced at him and said, "The backyard is still empty. I'll ask someone to decorate it. You can stay there with me tonight."

Song Yan almost couldn't hold back the expression on her face. She turned her head and saw that the cargo they were unloading was indeed all kinds of furniture, silk, porcelain, and so on.

At this time, Song Wanzhou was cleaning up the dishes in the main room. When he saw things being moved in from outside one after another, his eyes widened instantly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

She wondered in her heart, could these be Sister Shu’s dowry?

After the backyard was completed, no one had moved in. After several months, a thin layer of dust had accumulated.

It just so happened that a few days ago, when An Qi took people to clean up the backyard, he also cleaned the house at the same time, which saved a lot of trouble.

You can set it up right now.

Those people moved quickly and soon had the furniture arranged in order.

Looking up, a large carved bed came into view with bed curtains hanging lightly. In front of the window, there were antique rosewood tables and stools. On the shelf in the corner, porcelain was arranged in an orderly manner, and a screen stood in the corner of the room.

The candlesticks on the table emitted a warm yellow glow, illuminating the entire house with a magnificent look, just like the mansions of princes and nobles.

Seeing the originally empty house being filled up bit by bit and becoming splendid and luxurious, Song Yan was speechless for a moment.

Just at this time, An Qi came back with Shu Changyu's change of clothes, and Shu Changyu told him: "Go get some water."

An Qi took the order and left. After a while, he had someone bring in hot water and pour it into the bathtub behind the screen.

After An Qi and the others left the room, Shu Changyu took Song Yan's hand and led him to the bathtub.

"Yanyan, come with me." Shu Changyu's voice was low and contained a hint of temptation.

"No, you're still sick." Song Yan shook her head and refused decisively.

Shu Changyu narrowed his dark eyes and pulled him into the bathtub. Song Yan screamed, splashing water.

"Yanyan, don't move." Shu Changyu restrained his hands, grabbed a silk ribbon and tied it around his eyes.

Song Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly and she stopped struggling.

Steaming hot water vapor filled the air, and the whole house looked hazy like a fairyland.

Song Yan's breathing was a little rapid, and her heartbeat echoed in her chest like a drum.

Although he was blindfolded and could not see the surrounding scenery, he could clearly feel Shu Changyu's hot breath nearby.

At this moment, his clothes were soaked, and the wet fabric stuck to his skin, causing him to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and a strange heat surged in his heart.

"Shu Changyu?" Song Yan called out, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

"Yanyan, I'm here." Shu Changyu whispered in his ear, his breath warm and seductive.

Their faces were pressed together, their breaths entwined, and the temperature was rising and gradually cooling down.

Song Yan raised her hand and placed it on the edge of the bathtub, slowly curling her fingers.

Suddenly he trembled violently, and Shu Changyu's fingers were gently sliding over the wet part of his body...

The water in the bathtub was still rippling violently, splashing and wetting Song Yan's face. Some of the water flowed slowly along the edge of the bathtub, leaving winding water marks on the ground.

When the two of them came out of the bath, an hour had passed and the water in the tub had gradually cooled down.

But it's not over yet.

Song Yan opened her eyes in a daze and saw Shu Changyu's slender fingers holding a white porcelain bottle, pouring out a sticky transparent substance that exuded a faint fragrance.

The bed curtains were hung down, and the light and shadows like gauze floated slightly.

Intermittent crying sounds came from behind the bed curtains and gradually faded away.

Song Yan's voice was almost hoarse, until he couldn't bear it anymore, he bit his lips tightly, and was pulled down again. Shu Changyu held his hand tightly, and whispered in his ear:

"Yanyan, happy birthday."

The candle on the table burned all night until dawn.