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Zhong Xincheng had a terrible dream. In the dream, a big naked|naked octopus wrapped all its claws around him, from the heels of his legs to his neck, rolling on the bottom of the sea under his pressure. He was so strangled that he couldn't breathe, and felt Lumbago, uncomfortably hot, woke up in a trance.

The heavy curtains cut off the sunlight, the air conditioner in the room made a faint sound of ventilation, the overturned electronic alarm clock was tilted beside the bed, and the fluorescent pointer showed that it was just after six o'clock.His whole body was so sore, his waist hurt like it was broken, and there was a dull pain in the overused place behind him. He raised his hazy eyes and landed on a sharp chin.

Powerful arms were placed behind his waist, holding Zhong Xincheng in his arms. In front of him was the man's undulating chest. He could clearly see the scratches and hickeys all over it in the dim light, but the neck was still a little inconspicuous. The tooth marks—it seems that he bit it out yesterday when he couldn't bear it.

The man seemed to feel that he was awake, and without opening his eyes, he just poked Zhong Xincheng's forehead dotingly with his chin, his voice was lower than usual, full of affection|satisfaction and satisfaction afterwards: "Hey, sleep for a while."

"It hurts." Zhong Xincheng buried his head in the hollow of Yan Shu's shoulder and muttered.

Hearing this, Yan Shu stretched out his hand to rub his waist, the palm of his hand was like a warm baby, it was hot wherever he touched it, making Zhong Xincheng squint his eyes comfortably.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Shu rubbed the top of Zhong Xincheng's hair, his hands kept moving, and asked.

"It's too early." Zhong Xincheng closed his eyes, and continued to sleep obediently.

Yan Shu hummed, but did not speak again.

It was more than nine o'clock when I woke up again.

Zhong Xincheng touched his side, the bed was already cold, he opened his eyes tiredly, and heard the sound of knives falling on the cutting board, and the sound of steaming from the rice cooker.He blinked his dry eyes, and when he was struggling to get up, he accidentally touched his waist, twitched in pain, and lay down again.

They did it last night... Zhong Xincheng stretched out his palm from under the quilt to cover his eyes, and couldn't remember how many times they did it.

"Good morning, Xincheng." Hearing the movement on the bed, Yan Shu came out of the kitchen wearing gloves. He leaned against the wall wearing a little yellow duck apron, squinting to admire the scenery on his boyfriend.

Zhong Xincheng's hair was softly attached to his forehead, and the right half of his hair was blown up because of the tossing and changing postures. His lips were a little swollen, and the moisture from last night seemed to remain in his eyes. In fact, there are also places covered by the quilt: wrists, legs, and back.

The child is like a rabbit that has been eaten and wiped clean, carefully staring at the bad man in the distance with trembling ears.

"Hungry." Zhong Xincheng lowered his eyes, carefully pulled the quilt to cover the marks on his body, and said calmly.

"It will be ready soon." Yan Shu smiled and walked into the kitchen to serve the meal.

Why was he still so energetic last night and early in the morning?

Zhong Xincheng was angry and very unhappy.

He refuses to admit that this is his problem—something must be wrong with Yan Shu.