How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Damn! To act like a gentleman, he only kissed him on the forehead.

"Do you want to go back? Hmm?" Song Wenjing slowly approached him, and stopped only when the distance between them was only five centimeters.

Wen Yian was stunned. The next second he shook his head firmly and said, "I'll stay and accompany you." He didn't want to go back.

After a while, Song Wenjing finally let him go. Song Wenjing said with a bit of guilt, "I'm sorry."

"It's... okay." This feels pretty good.

Song Wenjing gently stroked his cheek and said, "I'll clean up the room next door later, you can sleep there."

Wen Yian's eyes struggled for a while, then he hugged Song Wenjing's waist without answering.

Wen Yian said, "I'm going to take a shower now."

He had some clean clothes here, so Wen Yian went back to the room to get them. When he got them, he was afraid to open the door to take a shower because he knew Song Wenjing was outside.

After waiting for a while, Wen Yian didn't come out. Song Wenjing walked over and knocked on the door and said, "An'an, why haven't you come out yet? Can't you find your clothes? Let me get them for you!"

Wen Yian's voice came from inside the room, "I've found it. I'll be out right away."

"Okay." Song Wenjing responded, but did not leave. Instead, he leaned against the door, crossed his arms, and looked down at the ground.

Wen Yian didn't hear the sound of Song Wenjing walking, so he knew that Song Wenjing hadn't left. He took a deep breath, opened the door, and saw Song Wenjing outside.

"Brother Song." After saying that, he walked straight past Song Wenjing and went to take a shower.

Song Wenjing said "Hmm" but didn't hold Wen Yian's hand. He originally wanted to ask Wen Yian what was wrong and why he took so long to come out.

Later I thought about it and let it go.

After taking a shower, Wen Yian lay quietly on the bed, covering his head with the quilt.

Song Wenjing took several cold showers before opening the door and walking out.

He walked in and closed the door, and saw that the quilt inside the room was bulging.

He frowned and scratched his head helplessly. What a guy.

After a while, Song Wenjing slowly threw back the covers and lay down on the bed. He opened his eyes and stared upward silently, feeling extremely nervous.

After three minutes, Wen Yian saw that Song Wenjing was about to close his eyes, so he yawned.

The two were a little far apart.

"Brother Song, what are you going to do tomorrow morning?"

Song Wenjing said lazily, "Just do whatever the village chief tells you to do. I heard he's planning to reclaim some wasteland. I don't know if it's true, but if it is, I'll go."

"After all, I'm an able-bodied man, so I have to go. Every family has to contribute one person to the land reclamation, and it's obvious that person can only be me."

"You don't have to go to open up the wasteland. You are not in good health. I will talk to the village chief about it."

Wen Yian nodded, indicating that he understood. "Okay, I can bring food to Brother Song. I'll cook lots of meat. How can you be healthy if you don't eat meat while you're working on the land?"

"By the time I come back from the land reclamation, I will definitely have lost several pounds."

Wen Yian felt a little sad when he thought about it.

Song Wenjing comforted him, "It's okay, I'm in good health." There was one more thing he didn't say, which was that he asked Wen Yian to sleep next door instead of in his room.

Ugh!

"I know, I'm just a little worried." Clearing new land is not pleasant at all.

"Okay, go to sleep." Song Wenjing helped him cover the quilt.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yian pulled him down.