I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Moonlight shines into the room through the window.

It clearly reflected the young man lying on the bed with a flushed face and pain between his brows.

The high bridge of the nose cast a shadow on one side of the cheek. The eyes, which were usually calm, were now closed, with a hint of pain between the brows.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings and a low moan escaped from her slightly parted lips, as if she had encountered something irresistible and could not wake up from it.

Yan Ping walked silently to the bedside and stared blankly at the person on the bed. The incense burner next to him kept emitting smoke, which then turned into fragrance.

The fragrance seemed to carry some kind of warmth, slowly wrapping around him and dispelling the cold and damp breath he brought back with him.

Yan Ping looked at Wen Ye for a long time before he realized Wen Ye's current abnormality. He turned his head to look at the incense burner next to him.

That is the incense used to comfort Wen Ye's soul. It must be lit every night, and it can make Wen Ye sleep all night until dawn.

There were no problems in the past. I could sleep until the next day without any problems at night.

Why did Shen Pingan get into trouble and have a nightmare when he was not here today?

A hint of confusion slowly appeared in Yan Ping's blue pupils. He raised his hand to extinguish the incense burner, then sat down beside the bed and patted Wen Ye's shoulder.

"Shen Ping'an, wake up."

As a result, just as his fingers touched it, he saw Wen Ye suddenly opened his eyes. There was a mist in his eyes and a blush on his face, which made him look particularly handsome.

The pair of hazy eyes looked at him, the previous painful moan had disappeared, and the voice was a little hazy and hoarse.

"senior."

Yan Ping nodded, his hand still on Wen Ye's shoulder. Seeing that he woke up, he pulled his hand back. However, as soon as he raised his hand, Wen Ye grabbed it.

The scorching hot feeling coming from the palms and backs of your hands is warm and comfortable, making you want to just enjoy it.

Yan Ping's thoughts froze as he stared blankly at Wen Ye's hands that were holding him.

Wen Ye was also in a trance now. He felt like he was dreaming. Clearly, Yan Ping was extremely clingy just a second ago, with black hair and black eyes, and a weird look.

But when he opened his eyes again, Yan Ping had white hair and blue eyes again. He was extremely beautiful, like an ice and snow god, but there was an indulgent concern between his eyebrows.

Wen Ye couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. His hazy and sleepy consciousness made him pull Yan Ping to the bed.

"Senior, take a break."

As he spoke, he moved back and out of the place where he had just slept.

Yan Ping's thoughts hadn't reacted yet, but he felt the warmth in the quilt. It was very warm, and the scorching temperature had a strong attraction to him.

So he followed Shen Ping'an's strength and lay down in the bed.

The moment he lay down, Yan Ping let out a sigh of satisfaction.

It’s really warm, especially with a hot source next to it.

The hot and comfortable feeling penetrated into his bones through his skin, making Yan Ping unconsciously want more warmth.

The already hazy consciousness became even more confused under the stimulation of temperature.

He moved closer to Shen Ping'an, enjoying the warmth and began to sleep.

Wen Ye was instinctively chilled by the coldness on Yan Ping's body, but before he could regain consciousness, the thick tiredness swept over him again, pulling him back to his previous dream and falling into a deep sleep.

The good news is that this time it was not as hot as before. Perhaps because there was always coolness beside him, Wen Ye slept very well in the second half of the night.

His jet-black hair was scattered on the side, and the hair that Yan Ping had tied behind his back had untied at some point, with black and white intertwined together.

So they spent the night without interfering with each other.

When the sun rose the next day, Wen Ye woke up first. When he opened his eyes, he felt a splitting headache.

He felt a little irritated yesterday afternoon, and Yan Ping was not around, so he realized that something might have gone wrong last night, and burned three times the usual amount of incense.

But the effect didn't seem to be very good. Wen Ye vaguely remembered some of the content of his dream last night. As he thought about it, even though his head was still aching, his ears suddenly turned red for no reason.

Wen Ye looked at the sunlight outside the window and could faintly smell a spiritual fragrance.

He raised his hand and pressed his temple, then prepared to get up.

It was when he moved that he realized there was someone next to him.

Wen Ye paused, then looked stiffly to the side.

Yan Ping's delicate and enchanting face was lying on his side, slightly tilted.

The long, silky white hair was casually draped at his sides, with some strands entangled with his own hair. The black and white were distinct, yet they blended together.

When Wen Ye saw this scene, his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

Even married couples probably didn't get married as much as they did in one night, he said, looking at the tangled mass of hair.

No, no, that’s not the point. Wen Ye felt that his emotions were a little out of control. He wanted to take a deep breath to suppress it, but he was afraid of waking up Yan Ping.

The breathing becomes extremely light yet long.

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping's closed eyes and deliberately diverted his attention, but he always came back to it.

what happened last night?

Why was Yan Ping lying on his bed?

What did they do?

Wen Ye thought of this and looked at his clothes, which were intact.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems like nothing was done.

Yan Ping, who had been in a light sleep, finally woke up a little. After a night, the alcohol he drank yesterday also wore off a lot.

The spirit that was originally frozen into a daze was warmed up after being warmed up overnight.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of relaxation and squinting in them after a long rest.

Then he saw Shen Pingan, and those calm eyes, which now showed a little ripple.

Yan Ping narrowed his eyes, blinked, and looked again. It was indeed Shen Pingan.

His eyes suddenly widened, and without even having time to look around, he sat up with a jerk. The two people on the bed groaned together.

The intertwined long hair was like sticky sugar coating, which was suddenly torn apart, causing both of their scalps to ache.

Seeing that Yan Ping was still trying to move, Wen Ye quickly raised his hand to hold him down, and said hastily.

"Senior, let me do it!"

A hint of coldness appeared in Yan Ping's blue pupils. He looked at his hair and pursed his lips.

"How will you be here?"

Wen Ye paused while combing his hair. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "So where do you think I should be, senior?"

While he used his spiritual power to comb Yan Ping's hair, he looked at the expression on Yan Ping's face. Yan Ping seemed to understand even less than he did why he was here.

Wen Ye tried to think about what happened last night, but apart from the things that were not appropriate to talk about, he couldn't remember anything else.

Yan Ping didn't look anywhere else, but stared at Wen Ye, frowning with a hint of disapproval.

"You should be in your room."

They are not in that kind of relationship, so how can they lie in the same bed?

Wen Ye: "..."