After rebirth, the old, weak, sick and disabled are a family

"Qu Xiaoyue, from now on, can your time belong to me?"

Duan Huiyan's tone was impatient, and his wild face was full of displeasure, but he still asked anyway.

Niu Shuyue pointed her finger at his heart and spoke with a smile.

"No, I'm tired and need to sleep."

Duan Huiyan was amused by Qu Shuyue's words. He put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear:

"Then a goodnight kiss would be ok!"

"As for the rest...we'll talk about it when you wake up."

Without waiting for Nie Shuyue's response, Duan Huiyan lowered his head and kissed her.

From downstairs to upstairs.

At the bathroom door, she pushed him away.

Duan Huiyan was pushed and staggered. It only took her two seconds from opening the bathroom door, entering the bathroom, closing the door, and finally turning on the shower.

He leaned against the bathroom door helplessly.

He took out a cigarette and put it back into his pocket, repeating this several times.

In the end, I just treated the cigarettes as darts, throwing one after another.

His heart was like the Fuchun Villa at that moment, whether it fell on the ground or in the trash can, even he himself couldn't tell.

"What are you doing?"

Niu Shuyue poked her head out of the bathroom, her hair was wet, with water droplets flowing down her neck and disappearing into her bathrobe.

Duan Huiyan's throat rolled.

He picked up the cigarette he had just thrown away, lit it, and took a long puff.

He walked towards her, pushed her against the wall, and blew smoke rings in her ears.

"What do you say?"

"Xiaoyue, smoke?"

Niu Shuyue was startled by Duan Huiyan's behavior, but then she calmed down and looked at him with a smile.

“I’ve never smoked one hand smoke, but I’ve smoked a lot of second hand smoke.”

Duan Huiyan restrained himself, lifted her dripping chin, and said affectionately:

"When I was 17, the person who taught me about smoke said that once you are addicted to something, you can't control yourself. I didn't understand it at the time, until I met you, I realized the deep meaning of his words."

"He could be talking about smoke, or he could be talking about people."

"Qu Shuyue, I, Duan Huiyan... am addicted to you and it's hard to give you up."

"You are the Fuchun Mountain Residence that I can't give up, and the evening bell of Nanping that I can't stop looking at."

Niu Shuyue was shocked by Duan Huiyan's affectionate confession. She looked into his deep eyes, with complex emotions surging in her heart.

She opened her red lips slightly, wanting to say something, but Duan Huiyan gently covered her mouth.

He bent down, pressed a deep kiss to her forehead, and then gently held her in his arms.

"Don't say that. I'm only serious about you in my life. Don't pour cold water on me."

He picked her up and placed her on the bed, then picked up a dry towel and gently wiped her wet hair.

His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"Why don't you cut your hair? You're pretty, and you'll look beautiful with short hair."

"It's easy to catch a cold if your hair is wet like this."

Duan Huiyan suggested. He looked at her wet long hair and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

Niu Shuyue was slightly stunned. She had never thought that Duan Hui would make such a suggestion at the banquet.

"No, I like my long hair. Every time I wash it, you wipe it for me. It feels good."

Duan Huiyan scratched her nose lovingly.

"Silly girl, as long as you like, I will wipe your hair for the rest of my life."

Niu Shuyue raised her head and saw that Duan Huiyan only had eyes for her, but she didn't dare to do that anymore. She didn't dare to have her heart and eyes filled with him.

She was afraid, afraid of losing him again, afraid of having her heart hurt again.

She once loved deeply, but was also heartbroken because of it.

Now, she just wants to cherish the happiness in front of her, but she dare not give all her feelings easily.

She gently held Duan Huiyan's hand and whispered:

"Duan Huiyan, let's just walk slowly, okay?"

Duan Duan Huiyan was slightly startled, then smiled gently.

He gently held Niu Shuyue's hand, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her forehead deeply.

"Okay, let's just do this and walk slowly."

Just when she was about to fall asleep, Duan Huiyan asked a question.

"I'm so much older than you. Do you dislike my age and that's why you don't want to marry me? That's why you're keeping some reservations about me. But that's not something I can decide!"

There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Niu Shuyue opened her eyes drowsily, looked at Duan Huiyan's serious face, and smiled.

"Then I am so much younger than you, will you despise me for not being young?"

Duan Huiyan laughed at Qu Shuyue's question and pinched her nose gently.

"Men only complain about women not being young and pretty enough, how can they complain about being young?"

He teased with a smile.

After hearing this, Qu Shuyue pretended to be angry and hit him.

"Well, you are so worldly!"

Duan Huiyan quickly hugged her and said gently:

"I'm just kidding. I like you no matter what you are like."

"And I don't just suspect that you think I'm too old, I also suspect that you think I'm not manly enough!"

Niu Shuyue burst into laughter at Duan Huiyan's words, and she punched his chest hard.

"What is manliness?"

"Unshaven and scruffy?"

"You're sweaty and smelly, kicking around?"

"Snot meteors, spit and snap?"

"It's black and dirty, isn't it?"

"Does your mouth feel like you've eaten a frog? Does it make a croaking sound when you open your mouth? Does it also spout out some lewd nonsense from time to time?"

"You have chives on your body and a dead rat on your waist, and you're still conceited. You put on a jacket and a dung dustpan on your head. No matter how you look at it, you look like a sweet potato seller."

After hearing this, Duan Huiyan glared at her in pretended anger, then suddenly leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"Then I will let you see what real manliness is tonight."

He lifted, threw, pulled and wrapped the quilt, wrapping her completely tightly in it.

He then quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular chest and tight abs.

He crawled into the quilt and hugged Qu Shuyue tightly in his arms.

He took her hand and stroked it over his chest and abdominal muscles.

His heartbeat beat in her palm, as if to melt her in his arms.

"Do you feel it? This is what a man should feel like."

He whispered in her ear, his voice full of seduction and teasing.

Niu Shuyue blushed at his sudden action. She struggled to push him away, but he hugged her even tighter.

"Stop it, Duan Huiyan..."

She whispered, a tremor in her voice.

She had known, understood and explored his body before, but now feeling it again seemed like a completely new experience.

Perhaps the media were right in what they exposed, she is just a selfish, pleasure-seeking, and fickle woman.

Duan Huiyan sighed. There was more than one knife hanging over his head as a lustful person. In front of her, he had to endure two knives.

He pressed her head into his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't talk."

"Go to sleep! The sun will be bright tomorrow, and we still have many places to go and many sights to see."

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. A light breeze blew gently, ruffling the curtains and perhaps blowing away the beauty in the room.