I'm just a "little half fairy"

The mountain top was quite chilly at night, Yan Ting slept on a thin mat and only wore a short sleeve.

The cold wind blew through the crack of the door, and he shrank his neck unconsciously and shivered.

Not long after, Yan Ting felt a slight movement behind him, and he knew that Xu Mowen was lying down beside him.

He still didn't open his eyes, but breathed flatly, pretending that he had fallen asleep.

Pretending to be asleep was not easy. When a gust of cold wind blew in, he had to endure the shivering.

During this period, he kept listening to Xu Mowen's movements, until his breathing became steady, then he quietly got up, ready to see if the clothes on the statue were dry.

He had just climbed halfway, when Xu Mowen's voice sounded behind him.

"Not yet, I just watched it."

Yan Ting was taken aback, but she got up stubbornly: "I didn't say I need to check my clothes, I'm going to the bathroom."

There was no sound behind him, Yan Ting secretly glanced back, and found Xu Mowen lying on his side with one arm propped on his chin, looking at him motionless.

He turned his head quickly, walked around the temple, and then lay down on the mat with his back to Xu Mowen.

"Is it ready so soon?" Xu Mowen asked behind him.

Yan Ting was unhappy——Xu Mowen knew that he was just wandering around to ease the embarrassment, but now he asked a question on purpose.

So he stopped talking and continued to lie down and pretend to be dead.

Although it was still cold, he felt drowsy after lying down for a long time. He vaguely felt Xu Mowen approaching behind him, so he moved away from him.

He didn't know how long he had slept in a daze, but he was awakened by a burning smell.

He hurriedly opened his eyes, and found that Xu Mowen had already walked to the altar, and picked up his coat that was blazing on the ground.

Seeing this, Yan Ting quickly got up, and together with Xu Mowen stepped on the clothes for a dozen times, they finally put out the fire.

I wanted to make the clothes dry quickly, but I didn't expect it to catch fire.

It seems that Xu Mowen was right, the idol really took revenge on him at night...

He looked over to the statue of Guanyin Sending Son, and couldn't help being startled—the baby in the arms of the statue was completely blackened by the smoke, and it changed into a different race!

He looked around again, luckily nothing else in the temple was burned.

Yan Ting wanted to walk in front of the statue, but the altar was in the way, so he could only stand on tiptoe on one side of the altar, and tried his best to reach the doll in the arms of the altar.

After failing the first time, he quickly tried a second time and failed again.

Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly found someone approaching behind him.

Xu Mowen stretched out his hand easily, wiped two fingers on the dark doll, and said to Yan Ting in front of him: "It's useless, it can't be wiped off."

Yan Ting was caught between the altar table and Xu Mowen, and nodded with difficulty: "Understood."

Xu Mowen turned sideways to let him out.Yan Ting walked to the mat, looked at the two clothes on the ground that were burned beyond recognition, and silently mourned for them for three seconds.

"I can't even cover my clothes tonight." Xu Mo heard.

"Hmm..." Yan Ting replied briefly, and folded her arms on the mat again.

"Come closer to me if it's cold."

"no need."

Yan Ting could hear the raindrops getting smaller outside. She took out her phone and saw that it was already past three o'clock in the morning, and the weather forecast showed that it would rain until six o'clock.

Boil for another three hours!

At this time, another gust of wind blew, and he couldn't help shivering.

Suddenly, Xu Mowen put a hand on his arm, and a burst of warmth came from his palm and penetrated into his cold skin.

"Don't be brave." Xu Mowen said softly.

Although Yan Ting yearned for the warmth just now, he stubbornly pushed Xu Mowen's hand away at this moment.

He seemed to hear a faint sigh coming from behind him, after which Xu Mowen didn't move any more.

Yan Ting crossed her arms and thought indignantly, why is Xu Mowen so warm on a young man who is also in his prime, but his hands and feet are already cold from the cold?

He curled up his legs and feet, and finally fell asleep, but was woken up several times by the cold.

Every time he took out his mobile phone to check the time, he would sigh why the night was so long!

Xu Mowen must be sleeping soundly behind him...

Before he knew it, he felt that he had walked into a world of ice and snow. It was snowing heavily in the sky, and he was shivering in the snow wearing a T-shirt and flip flops.

He really wanted to find a warmer place, but he looked around and found a cave.

Walking into the cave, you can see that quilts, bonfires, and hot soup are all available.

He was overjoyed, walked to the campfire, and lay happily under the warm blanket.

The quilt is really warm...

He grabbed the quilt with his hands and refused to let go, fearing that the cold wind would blow in again, until... the quilt moved by itself!

Yan Ting opened her eyes and took a closer look, the quilt in front of her suddenly began to twist slowly, and gradually turned into a... clavicle shape!

"..."

He hoped it wasn't what he imagined, but in the end...

At this moment, I was climbing on Xu Mowen's body like a vine, not only my legs were on his legs, but my arms were also wrapped around his waist!

Not only did she wrap her arms around his waist, but she also grabbed his collar with the other hand—so much so that his shoulders leaked out!

Yan Ting wanted to slap herself.At this moment, he didn't dare to raise his head to look at Xu Mowen's expression, but put down his legs little by little, and then his hands...

But when he let go of Xu Mowen's collar, he saw Xu Mowen's arms close together, and immediately after, his whole body was embraced by warm arms.

Yan Ting froze immediately, he was about to break free after realizing what was going on, but the other party hugged him even tighter.

Xu Mowen's voice came from above his head: "Don't move."

Xu Mowen's words seemed to cast some kind of spell, but Yan Ting really calmed down in his arms.

His face was close to the neckline he had grabbed just now, and Xu Mowen's slender neck and delicate collarbone were in front of him.

Yan Ting actually had a feeling of "see no evil" again, and hurriedly closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.

Xu Mowen's whole body was exuding heat. Although Yan Ting felt a little ashamed in such a posture, she had to admit that the feeling of being surrounded by Xu Mowen was really warm and comfortable...

Yan Ting thought that if this human-shaped warm baby took the initiative to post it, she would not use it for nothing!Can't you put aside the awkwardness in your heart?Is there anything that can't be said later?

Consoling herself like this, Yan Ting began to feel at ease.Since he didn't sleep well in the first half of the night, he fell asleep not long after lying in his arms.

The candles on the altar had already burned more than half, and the rain outside the door gradually lightened, falling quietly in the mountains.

In the dim candlelight, Xu Mowen looked down at Yan Ting'an's sleeping profile, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

He slowly pulled out a hand and gently rubbed Yan Ting's broken hair, as if he was stroking a beautiful and fragile treasure.

The bony hand slowly moved down, and the fingertips passed Yan Ting's drooping eyelashes, high nose bridge, and soft lips...

He lowered his head slightly, and slowly moved towards Yan Ting's side face.

When the tip of his nose was about to touch his cheek, Yan Ting, who was lying in his arms, suddenly smacked his lips, turned around and changed to a more comfortable position.

Xu Mowen paused for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his hands wrapped around Yan Ting's back to him, and he gently rested his chin on the top of his head.

In this way, the second half of the night passed peacefully, the sky gradually brightened, and a gleam of light came in through the crack of the door.

They were woken up by a knock on the door. Yan Ting stretched and found that she was still pressing Xu Mowen's arm, so she sat up quickly.

"This temple door has never been locked before, what's wrong today?"

It was the voice of an old woman.

Yan Ting touched the mobile phone next to the attendant, and found that it was not yet six o'clock in the morning.

It only rained all night last night, so someone rushed to worship this early in the morning regardless of the high mountains and slippery roads?

There was a knock on the door, and Yan Ting was completely awake. Together with Xu Mowen, he rolled up the mat and put it back in its original place, and picked up the clothes that had been burnt to the point where only two pieces of cloth were left, and put them on his hands.

They opened the door, only to see an elderly couple standing outside, looking at them in surprise.

"you……"

"The statue was struck by lightning last night, let's repair it!"

After Yan Ting finished speaking, she glanced at Xu Mowen, and the meaning in that look couldn't be more obvious—how about my making it up?

He not only explained why he and Xu Mowen appeared here, but also made the old couple not suspect them when they saw the dark Songzi Guanyin.

"Ah?" The old woman was even more surprised, "I was struck by lightning?! Then what are we praying for?"

Yan Ting looked at the two of them, and couldn't help but said: "You two, I should say something that shouldn't be said, isn't it too late for you to ask for a child?"

The old man stared at him, blew his beard and said, "What are you talking about! We are begging for our son and daughter-in-law!"

Yan Ting was embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject: "It's better for me to beg for a child, why do you two have to beg for it?"

The old woman sighed: "They are too busy to come, and we are free, so we often come to pay respects..."

She walked in while talking, and sighed when she saw the statue: "Why did it get chopped up like this... The roof is fine, where did the thunder come from..."

Yan Ting distracted her attention, "kindly" told her: "Don't pray until the statue is repaired, it will easily affect the skin color."

The old woman thought for a while, and felt that what Yan Ting said was reasonable, and she greeted her wife to go down the mountain: "He is right, let's come back in another day!"

After the two old people left, Yan Ting sent Yu Huaming a WeChat message—because he didn't like Yu Huaming's frequent visits to find him, he had already asked for Yu Huaming's WeChat account before going down the mountain.

He took a picture of the statue and sent it.

[It's on fire and smoked, ask me for the maintenance fee later. 】

After a while, it came back over there.

[You two are really good, you went to play on the mountain, and you got angry! 】

Why does this sound so awkward?

Looking at Yu Huaming's message, he suddenly remembered the scene where he was sleeping in Xu Mowen's arms last night, coughed in disguise, and immediately turned off the phone.

The air after the rain is extraordinarily fresh, and the birds are singing cheerfully everywhere.

The two went down the stairs, Xu Mowen walked in front of Yan Ting, turning his head from time to time to help Yan Ting, but he refused.

Yan Ting was still thinking about what happened yesterday, his conversation with Xu Mowen, and his concern for him at night, and his mood began to get complicated again.

Thinking about it, one didn't pay attention, and suddenly stepped on a step, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably.

Xu Mowen stopped him with his arm in time to prevent him from falling on the steps, but he took a few steps back because of a sudden force.

"Huh—thank you." Yan Ting stood up and said.

Before Xu Mowen opened his mouth to speak, he continued: "I know, I will pay more attention in the future."

"After all..." Yan Ting said, "I don't want to keep causing you trouble."

The corner of Xu Mowen's mouth twitched slightly, it seemed that it was necessary to find an opportunity to clarify with him.