don't call me uncle

Ye Lingchen didn't answer him, but looked down at his watch.

Twelve point one.

.

"Ye Yan, I like you."

"Ye Yan, what should I do, I like you."

This was a question that didn't need an answer. In fact, Ye Lingchen didn't expect an answer.

But God is always such a surprise.

"Then I like it." Ye Yan smiled frankly, making Ye Lingchen feel sleepy, but he held the hand of the sheet tightly, letting Ye Lingchen know that he was serious, uneasy, and determined.

Ye Yan's eyes were black and bright, reflecting his flustered self.

Ye Yan, that's why I like you.

Ye Lingchen supported Ye Yan's shoulder, his eyes showed the tenderness that only belonged to Ye Yan, the love that only belonged to Ye Yan, the pampering that only belonged to Ye Yan... There are too many, too many to suppress the emotions that have already been suppressed.

It seems to be pouring out.

Ye Lingchen leaned over slightly, at first it was just a light touch, then he nibbled, and finally he drove straight in.

"Hmm! Uh...no...uh...ok...tongue...stick out...go...ah..."

As if all his strength had been taken away, Ren'er blushed, turned around and wrapped himself in the quilt.

"Yanyan, Yanyan?" Ye Lingchen smiled like a stealing cat.

"what!"

"Happy New Year."

"...Happy New Year." Ye Yan replied sullenly.

The bright moon quietly climbed over the treetops, and the stars were trivial.The lively streets have become deserted, but every house is lit with lights.The light warms the ice and snow, the silence.

"Hey... what are you doing? Don't bite me! Are you a dog?!"

"Uncle Ye, what are you doing, you still let no one sleep!"

"Ye Lingchen!"

"Speak."

"what!"

"Good night."

"Good night, sister!"

Ye Lingchen didn't speak, but just embraced him in his arms.

For a long time... Ye Yan spoke.

"Good night."