On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

For a moment, Chen Qian couldn't remember whether Chi Mu accepted the fragrant envelope.

The scene before him spun, and he couldn't help but dig up that memory. The light gradually dimmed, rushing towards darkness at an extremely fast speed.

He opened his eyes hazily, and in the picture was a lamp emitting a faint yellow light.

Finally, it’s not a God’s perspective anymore.

Chen Qian slowly turned his head and studied the surrounding environment. It was a very tidy and familiar bedroom - the one he had lived in frequently six years ago, the bedroom in Chi Mu's house.

Memories came like waves, one after another, making Chen Qian a little overwhelmed.

He sat up thoughtfully, a little dazed for a moment.

"If it's a dream... where would it appear from?" He muttered to himself, "The bathroom?"

"Why are you up?" A voice was heard. Chen Qian looked in the direction of the voice and saw Chi Mu, who was only wearing a pair of shorts and holding a towel to wipe his hair.

It really is a bathroom!

He couldn't tell for a moment whether the joy in his heart came from being able to control his dreams, or from finally seeing Chi Mu again in this house after such a long time.

It was clearly the happiest time, so how could he never dream of it? He often felt discouraged in the morning after waking up from a dream.

Chen Qian lifted the quilt and rushed towards Chi Mu without even bothering to put on his shoes.

Chi Mu caught him steadily, and the next second he hurriedly lifted Chen Qian up so that his bare feet could get off the cold ground.

"What's going on? He doesn't even wear shoes." Chi Mu complained softly, carefully put the cheerful Chen Qian back on the bed, and wrapped him tightly with a quilt.

"Because I'm so happy!" Chen Qian buried himself in the thick quilt, leaving only his face exposed, his eyes flashing non-stop.

"Why are you so happy? Are you happy after drinking so much? Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Chi Mu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He raised his hand and messed up his already messy hair, making it even worse.

Chen Qian rubbed against the force, like a kitten acting coquettishly, and squinted his eyes in comfort.

Chi Mu admired the other party's rare obedience, and wondered in his heart: Is he still drunk?

"Okay, okay, stop touching me, next one." Chen Qian grabbed the hand that was wreaking havoc on his head, then grabbed the other one, manipulating it the way he wanted, until Chi Mu's arms were raised horizontally, in a posture waiting for a hug.

He jumped out of the quilt and dove in, wrapping his arms tightly around Chi Mu's waist. He commanded, "Hold on to me!"

Chen Qian clearly felt that Chi Mu's body stiffened for a moment when they made contact, but before he could notice anything, two suppressed laughs came from above his head, and then his whole body was enveloped in heat.

His cheek was pressed against his chest, and his heartbeat, which was regular but suddenly quickened, was in his ears.

"Huh..." Chen Qian breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "That's it, it's great..."

"How long should we stay like this?" Chi Mu lowered his head, resting his chin on the top of Chen Qian's head, and suggested: "How about hugging for ten minutes first, then I'll go blow-dry my hair and continue on the bed?"

"Why?" Chen Qian was a little reluctant.

He quickly buried his head in Chi Mu's arms to express his dissatisfaction, but he also felt dizzy from the action, and his brain felt more even.

Chi Mu had no choice but to gently massage the back of his neck and coax him softly, "I'm worried you'll catch a cold. I'll be back soon."

Since he had used such an excuse, it was difficult for Chen Qian to say no, so he could only nod silently to show his agreement.

As soon as ten minutes were up, Chi Mu wrapped the person back in the quilt and sat upright on the bed like a dumpling.

Chen Zongzi looked up at Chi Mu eagerly, and said reluctantly, "You must be quick, otherwise I will wake up."

"Yes! It will be soon, don't worry." Chi Mu promised solemnly, bent down and took a bite on Chen Zongzi's face with all his strength, then turned around and went back to the bathroom.

The hair dryer was buzzing. Chi Mu pulled the cord of the hair dryer and stood at the bathroom door where Chen Qian could see him.

His hair was very short, so it didn't take long to blow-dry it. But maybe it was because Chen Qian was looking at him from behind, but he felt that his hair was drying unusually slowly today.

Just as Chen Qian's voice rang through the buzzing sound of the wind and asked for the third time, "Is it done?", Chi Mu's patience ran out.

He smoothed his still damp hair, turned off the hair dryer, and said repeatedly, "Okay, I'm back."

Chen Qian was half-supported and lay down, his hands subconsciously wrapped around Chi Mu's neck, with his palms facing up, facing Chi Mu's short and neat hair.

"It seems a little damp." He commented, feeling the coolness between his fingers.

"You touched the wrong place." Chi Mu said concisely, wrapping one hand around Chen Qian's waist and pulling the quilt over with the other.

The duvet was lightly pressed against his body, and all the warmth turned into a comfortable sense of security. Chen Qian was tightly held in Chi Mu's arms, and the curves of their bodies fit together, inseparable.

If only it could always be like this, Chen Qian couldn't help but think to himself.

"But... why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Chen Qian held it in for a long time, but finally couldn't help but asked while touching the bare skin and muscles in front of him.

"Because I just took it off and put it on you." Chi Mu explained to him with a smile, "I was going to give you some water just now, but you knocked it over, so I put it on you first."

"Then why don't you put on another pair of pants for me?" Chen Qian continued to ask, and his legs under the quilt pressed against Chi Mu's legs as if to interrogate him.

Chi Mu pursed his lips, feeling very surprised. He didn't expect that Chen Qian could still add a straightforward and unshy buff after drinking.

She spoke out whatever she wanted, her gaze and actions more passionate than ever before.

He was secretly delighted that the buff was added just right.

"Except for the set you wet, there are no pajamas that fit you at home." Chi Mu pressed the corners of his mouth and continued to explain, "Just bear with it tonight, okay?"

"It's nothing, I'm just not used to it." Chen Qian shook his head.

His hands were still roaming restlessly. Halfway through, he couldn't help but gasp in amazement. Chi Mu's muscles felt surprisingly good, far stronger than his own.

How did you develop these muscles? I really want to compete with people who seem to have good results just by doing random exercises.

"Do you like it? Why do you keep touching me?" It was hard for Chi Mu to ignore the increasingly reckless claws under the quilt, so after Chen Qian touched me again, Chi Mu couldn't stand it anymore and stopped him.

"I like it, very much." Chen Qian's eyes sparkled, as if there were stars in them. He stared into Chi Mu's eyes and gave an affirmative answer very seriously, without forgetting to touch it again with his hand.

His expression and answer made Chi Mu's brain freeze. He couldn't say a word for a while. After being stunned for a few seconds, he suddenly burst into laughter.

Chi Mu was helpless and said, "You can't keep touching it. If it catches fire, will you be responsible for putting it out?"

"Then I'll take responsibility." Chen Qian was still serious, his eyes still sparkling.