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

into the night.

It had just rained, and the wind blowing from outside was cool and damp.

The paper figures in the yard stood guard at the gate on the left and right, leading to the courtyard paved with bluestone slabs. Starting from the gate, footprints could be seen stepping on the wet ground, walking slowly and lightly into the room.

Amid the excited giggles of the paper-made figures, a black umbrella appeared. Someone closed it and stood at the door, dripping water.

Then he opened the door, walked in slowly and locked it.

The two paper figures looked at each other with red faces, moved to the bottom of the window of the room together, put their big face plates next to it, stared at each other with strange excitement on their lips.

There was no light in the room, only faint moonlight filtering into the room through the windows and cracks in the door.

Yin Chuan was sleeping on the bed wearing Jiang Que's clothes.

No one could see what happened next because someone had drawn the curtains and covered the windows.

These curtains were installed by Yinchuan because he thought those two guys were creeps.

The paper figures didn't see anyone, so they stood on the left and right under the window, guarding. The moonlight shone through, stretching their figures further and further.

In my ears I could hear the conversation between the two people in the room after Yin Chuan woke up, but before they said much, I could hear Yin Chuan singing without any restraint.

It lasts long and lingers, composing a gripping tune in the middle of the night.

The song was sung until late at night, when the sky was just getting light. Even the chickens from the neighbor's house across the alley couldn't help but join in.

As day and night alternated, the sound gradually weakened.

After listening to singing all night, the paper-made man quietly hid in the kitchen, unwilling to bask in the sun.

Jiang Que held Yin Chuan in his arms and slept until the sun set in the evening.

Jiang Que got up and put on his clothes. Yin Chuan sensed the movement of the people around him, slowly opened his eyes and grabbed the man's arm: "Are you leaving?"

Jiang Que was pulled back and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed, shaking the death list in his hand towards Yin Chuan who was lying on the bed.

Then the hand that was held rubbed his lips: "Do something, I'll be back soon."

Yin Chuan saw his name on the death list and estimated that his grade was still A.

Yin Chuan chose to believe him.

Reluctantly letting go of her hand, she pursed her lips and said, "I'll wait for you."

Small white flowers blossomed at the ends of Yinchuan's long hair, spreading on the bed, making the already beautiful Yinchuan even more charming and dazzling.

Especially the teardrop mole at the end of the eye with a blushing hue. Even without words, the expression alone is very alluring.

Jiang Que's eyes darkened.

If the soul he collected this time was not an A-level one, he would never have been able to leave this room.

Jiang Que then left.

Yin Chuan was left alone, lying on the bed, looking through the crack in the door at the sky outside which was already getting dark. Even the setting sun was gradually being swallowed up by the darkness.

After confirming that the person had really left, Yin Chuan curled up into a ball with the quilt in his arms, sniffing the cold fragrance of the person on the quilt that had not yet dissipated.

They kept reminding him that the man was fine and had returned.

...

With the inner elixir, cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort.

Yinchuan's body recovered quickly.

After staying in bed for a while to calm down, he casually went to the closet and took out a piece of Jiang Que's clothes to wear.

Then, under the laughing gaze of the paper man, Yin Chuan went to the kitchen cellar and opened the jar of wine.

The wine has fermented. Yin Chuan took a pot and planned to wait for Jiang Que to come back before tasting it together.

When Jiang Que came back after finishing his work, he saw Yin Chuan sitting on the bed, wearing a white shirt.

Holding a pointed-mouthed wine jug in her hand, she raised her hand with a seductive look and poured wine into her mouth continuously.

Jiang Que widened his eyes.

Close the door with your backhand.

It was worth it that I was struck by lightning.

I deserve this.