Jiang Que sealed the jar and placed it in the kitchen cellar.

It was almost dark at this time. Yin Chuan was wearing Jiang Que's clothes. She was charming, supporting her forehead with her hand, lying on her side on the grape trellis in the yard, basking in the moonlight leisurely.

From his angle, he could see the evening scene of ordinary people's lives in the alley outside the yard.

Her long, dark hair was tied behind her with a green hairband and hung down from the gaps in the grape trellis. Her two exposed long legs were crossed and hidden in the well-grown grape leaves. Her well-proportioned, slender legs sparkled in the moonlight.

Jiang Que came out of the kitchen and stood under the grape trellis. Looking up, he could see Yin Chuan leaning against the trellis to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with nothing on in between his long legs.

Jiang Que dodged and went forward.

Feeling the cold air, Yin Chuan, who was practicing well, slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was Jiang Que, he suddenly raised his lips and extended his finger to him, saying with a smile: "Your Excellency's Spirit Gathering Formation is really useful. I just closed my eyes for a while and feel much more energetic."

The hand that Yin Chuan stretched out looked white in the moonlight, and was held loosely in front of Jiang Que, like a rich young man who frequented brothels in ancient times and needed someone to support him.

Jiang Que was half hanging on the grape trellis without stepping on the well-growing vines of Yinchuan. He lowered his eyes expressionlessly, his gaze falling on the hand that was reaching over.

Without saying anything, he raised his hand and held Yin Chuan's slender and beautiful fingertips.

However, Yin Chuan did not get up. Instead, he held Jiang Que's hand and pulled him down. Jiang Que lost his balance and fell on him.

I smelled the faint fruity scent on Yin Chuan and his extremely enchanting face under the moonlight.

With her lips raised and eyes turned up, she lay among the green-leaved grape vines, gazing at him with dark, alluring eyes.

"Sir..." Yin Chuan took out his other hand and stroked Jiang Que's face. He looked at her affectionately, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and asked in a long and slow voice, "Am I beautiful?"

Jiang Que stared at his soft lips which turned red without any trace. He was clearly in a righteous and abstinent posture, but his dark eyes concealed endless thick emotions as he looked at the man under him.

Facing the man's temptation, she did not hide the desire in her eyes at all. She raised her hand to pinch the man's jaw, and her thumb kept rubbing back and forth on the man's lips. She nodded: "It looks good."

Then she leaned over and gently touched Yin Chuan's lips, and then leaned over again to touch the teardrop mole at the corner of the man's eye.

After the kiss, he rolled off Yinchuan.

They held hands and lay on the grape trellis, shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the stars in the sky. They let the bright moonlight shine down on them like a veil, as if covering them with a layer of beautiful dreams in the dark night.

In this dream, Yin Chuan turned his head to glance at the man beside him.

His three-dimensional facial features and indifferent temperament make him look as if he was born to blend with darkness.

Then, Yin Chuan raised his body slightly and kissed the man on his lips.

After kissing for a while, the man took his hand and held Yinchuan's head. He put his other hand around his waist and gently turned his body, kissing him all the way until he put him back to his original position.

The weather has been good recently, the leaves on the grape trellis are growing well, and the vines are growing around the trellis.

For some reason, the surrounding grapes, which had always grown slowly, were covered with small white flowers overnight.

The grape trellis was also shaking due to load-bearing issues, and it seemed like it would collapse at any time.

Yinchuan doesn't always grow grapes. This time, it just had some small flowers.

I don’t know if it’s because I ate too much, but when Jiang Que carried me down from the grape trellis, I felt my lower abdomen was particularly cold.

Jiang Que is going to process a death certificate for a Class B person tonight. If he goes too late, the job will be taken up by the soul collector first. After all, this business belongs to the soul collector.

Soul Collectors have KPIs.

There are also generous bonuses for those who exceed performance targets.

For example, when an ordinary person dies, Jiang Que has to compete with them for the death certificate.

He didn’t get it last time, so he has to go earlier today.

Jiang Que was running around with a death list all day long, and Yin Chuan just thought he was just trying to meet his performance targets.

Seeing that he was going to collect souls for someone else again, she lay down on the bed without any objection.

Only after Jiang Que left did Yin Chuan straighten his expression.

After making sure that the person had gone far away, Chen Mou changed into green clothes to cover the traces on his body, and disappeared into the courtyard.

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