Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

The scheming man didn't care about all this because he had successfully entered the Immortal Lord's house.

So it doesn’t matter to him whether he is struck by lightning or not.

In the darkness, the boy slept quietly at first, following the boundary between Chu and Han.

As thunder roared outside the door, Jiang Que was pushed to the side. He had been holding it in for half a month and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Amid the roar of thunder and lightning, Jiang Que reached out and grabbed the disgusting head, leaned over and kissed him, hooked his arms around his waist and climbed on top of him, fulfilling the young man's wish.

It was not until the sound of rain outside gradually turned into a drizzle that the noise in the house slowly came to an end.

In the end, no one knew whether he was asleep or fainted, Jiang Que wrapped the boy in a quilt, and carried him to the next room to take a bath in the cold night after the rain.

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The morning after the rain was chilly, with mist lingering in the mountains and forests. The vast expanses of woods, washed by rain, exuded a beauty that seemed like a fairyland.

When Yanhui woke up, the bed next to him was empty, his clothes had been changed into new ones, and his body had been washed thoroughly and treated with medicine.

Apart from some pain due to overuse, I didn't feel any discomfort in other parts of my body.

Wearing only a thin undershirt, he got up in disgust and prepared to go to his room next door to change clothes.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a tall and straight pine-like figure sitting in the pavilion in the yard, brewing tea.

He is wearing white clothes and black hair, with a noble figure. He is surrounded by green mountains and clouds. He is wearing a simple cloak and sitting in the pavilion, brewing tea by the stove, like an immortal who has left the world.

I stared at it in disgust for a while.

Perhaps it was because the gaze was too scorching, the man turned around and met the disgusted gaze of a man in thin clothes standing at the door.

Seeing how thinly he was dressed, the man frowned and beckoned him over.

"Senior brother."

Yanhui walked slowly along the corridor under the eaves and came to the pavilion. His voice was particularly hoarse from shouting all night.

Jiang Que's gaze fell on his bare feet, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

I wanted to say something but couldn't find the words to say it, so I held out my hand to him: "Would you like to have tea together?"

Yan Hui seemed embarrassed by Jiang Que's sudden show of goodwill. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his hand and placed it on Jiang Que's palm: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Jiang Que sat on a cushion. In front of him was a low table with charcoal burning on it to make tea. There were also some snacks on the table that no one had touched.

Jiang Que moved a little, grabbed Yanhui's hand, led him in front of him, sat on a cushion with him half hugged, straightened his cloak and wrapped him around him to block out the morning chill.

The non-sexual interactions seem natural and ambiguous.

Jiang Que: "I've been to your room. It rained all night, and everything inside is damp. The roof also needs to be repaired. Do you mind if you live with me for the next few days?"

Yan Hui felt cold and was infected by the warmth from Jiang Que's body. He sat cross-legged in front of him in a slightly awkward manner. When someone poured tea, his hands passed through his sides and his ear rubbed against his cheek.

Yanhui was half-hugged by him, and the breath all over his body was wrapped in the steady woody scent of the man, just like the moistening of his throat when their breaths blended together last night.

Yan Hui lowered his head and stopped reminiscing: "Brother, just let me arrange it."

Yan Hui agreed, and behind the boy where he couldn't see, Jiang Que raised his lips, reached out to pour him a cup of hot tea to warm him up, and moved the tea in front of the boy.

Yan Xi picked up a piece of cake on the table and bit it.

The two of them sat quietly around the stove, snuggling together, in the pavilion, looking at the mountain clouds rising from the fog and the clearing up after the rain.

Holding his fellow Taoist priest in his arms after breaking his vows, after a moment of silence, it was inevitable that he began to have inappropriate thoughts.

The huge cloak covered the two of them. Yanhui was holding a half-eaten pastry in his hand. He frowned deeply before finishing it, and felt someone's hand hidden in the cloak slowly rubbing his chest.

"Senior Brother." Yanhui leaned his back against Jiang Que and looked back at him with his sparkling dark eyes.

Jiang Que lowered his head and bit the other half of the cake in his hand, then brought it to Yanhui's lips. When he opened his mouth to take it, Jiang Que brought the cake and his lips into Yanhui's mouth and kissed him, forcing Yanhui to swallow it.

There is a pavilion outside the house, where you can see the mountains in the distance. The breeze blows through the bamboo curtains hanging above the pavilion.

On the table was the aroma of boiling tea rising from the air, and under the table were the brothers snuggling together.

Covered by a wide cloak, Yan Hui sat face to face in Jiang Que's arms, buried her flushed cheeks in his shoulders, bit her lips, and tried her best to endure the intensity hidden by the cloak.