The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

It was late at night and the candles in the yard were extinguished.

Taking advantage of the shadow of the eaves, the tall farmhand pushed open the door of the east wing late at night.

After a nap during the day, the young master inside the bed curtain was not yet sleepy. He was in a daze with his eyes wide open. When he heard the noise in the room, he blinked and poked his head out from behind the curtain.

"Xue He" He had adapted to the dark environment and naturally recognized who was coming.

The farmhand approached silently, put his hand over the young master's mouth, and signaled him to speak in a low voice so as not to disturb others.

The silly young master nodded, still a little confused as it was so dark outside. He wondered if the farmhand had fallen into a deep sleep. Why was he called to get up at this time when he was still awake?

"It's not light yet"

"I can't sleep, and I have something to ask you, young master," Xue He said, squatting beside the bed.

The bed curtain was stretched open a crack. The young master looked at the hole, then looked at Xue He, moved inward, patted the seat next to him, and motioned for the farmhand to come up first.

"..." Xue He was stunned. He hadn't thought about it...

"fast"

Seeing that the farmhand was hesitating, the young master pulled him aside and quickly closed the gauze curtain.

After entering the bed curtain, Xue He finally understood why the young master was in such a hurry to pull him in. On the top of the bed curtain, there were three or two fireflies lying, their tails flickering in the darkness, like stars in the dark night.

In this quiet night and in this narrow space, it is particularly interesting.

He was overthinking it. It turned out that he was worried that the bed curtains would be opened and the fireflies would run away.

After pulling the farmhand in, the silly young master ignored him and lay down, continuing to stare at the flashing frequency of the fireflies above the bed, blinking his eyes one by one.

Seeing that the farmhand was motionless for a moment, the young master pointed at the firefly that was trying hard to glow, and motioned for him to look.

He only understood that Xue He said he couldn't sleep, so he thought of inviting him to watch it together. He fell asleep while watching. He has always been like this.

Xue He laughed and obediently lay down next to the person beside him, imitating the young master's behavior and watching the fireflies move slowly.

The moment I lay down, my tossing and turning thoughts suddenly calmed down.

Xue He turned his head and looked at the young master beside him.

The other person's thinking is always straightforward. He doesn't understand love yet, so why should you worry about those groundless thoughts?

After all, Yue Niang grew up with the young master, so it is not surprising that the young master can remember her.

Just keep an eye on Yue Niang and protect the young master, that's all.

Although thinking this way, Xue He couldn't help but ask: "Master, if you have to choose, between me and Yue Niang, which one do you like better?"

This question was a bit long. The silly young master turned his head and tried to understand the meaning carefully. After a long while, he said, "Choose, what?"

He really didn't understand. Aren't there only the two of them now? Could it be that Yue Niang had come into the room?

"So, if the young master has a fruit, will he give it to Yue Niang first, or to me first?" Turning sideways, Xue He squeezed the young master to the inside.

The silly young master understood a little bit of this more concrete question. He thought about it for a long time and finally came up with the answer:

"To mother!"

Xue He, who was eagerly waiting for the answer, felt discouraged, but fortunately he did not hear Yue Niang's name. Although this answer was unexpected, it was obviously reasonable.

In the young master's heart, his wife naturally comes first.

But Xue He was unwilling to accept this. He couldn't be worse than Yue Niang, right?

"…What about me?"

"Pastry? How about that?" The silly young master pointed to the plates on the round table outside. He thought that if the farmhand was hungry, it would be ok to eat some pastries to fill his stomach. After all, it was already this late, and there was really no fruit to eat in his room.

"...Okay, of course it's possible." Even if there's no fruit, pastries are also good. As long as they are given by the young master, they are naturally good.

Xue He lowered his head and leaned on the young master's shoulder, despising himself for wanting too much.

"heat"

The young master shrank his neck and reached out to push, but failed and was instead held in the other's arms.

"Master, the fish we caught today have not been cooked yet."

"Fish!" When reminded, the young master suddenly remembered that he had not yet eaten the grilled fish he had been craving for!

"Don't worry, you will be able to eat it when you wake up tomorrow morning."

"Good" There is delicious food, and the silly young master's mood is obviously high.

"But grilled fish takes time to make, I want some rewards"

The farmhand took advantage of the night when no one was around, broke into the master's bedroom, put his arms around the young master's waist, and coaxed him into unbuttoning his belt.

"Oh"

This was not the first time. Although the silly young master did not understand the farmhand's preferences, he leaned forward to get his food.

The air was still a little noisy. The two of them were entangled in a narrow space, and they felt that their breathing was a little hot.

The farmhand's hands were not well-behaved. He lifted up the thin gauze dress and touched the soft jade.

"…pain"

The specific touch made the silly young master pick up the strange swelling and pain that he had forgotten before. He immediately bit the corner of the farmhand's lips and stretched out his hand to scratch a few edges of the other's chest.

Although eating someone's mouth feels good sometimes, he doesn't want it to hurt!

He wanted to kick the man away and step back, but failed. Instead, he was grabbed by the waist and pinned down.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt this time, Master, trust me."

After holding down the young master's kicking legs, the farmhand took out the ointment he had used to reduce swelling from his arms and applied it in circular motions.

"real?"

"Really, if you take it easy, it won't happen."

Reaching out and grasping the young master's knees, the farmhand brought him towards him, coaxing him in a low voice.

A corner of the lightly hanging bed curtain was pulled up, and the tight spot opened a hole under the curtain. The slowly crawling firefly found an opportunity and flew out.