It's all husband and wife

Sihao rested his hands on the back of his head, lowered his eyelids, and looked at Du Jia who was holding a wet tissue to help him clean up.

In the morning, Du Jia was very gentle, not a scum at all, Sihao felt refreshed and proud, her toes turned into a bluegrass flower, and she shook gently against the quilt.

Du Jia glanced at the shaking quilt, pursed her lips and smiled.

Du Jia is very familiar with the way of civil and martial arts, and has no other place to use it, except for dealing with Sihao.

If you work too hard at night, you should take it easy in the morning, otherwise this person will really get angry.

He could be coaxed back when he was angry, but Du Jia couldn't bear it.Being stingy, happy, and grandiose hurts the liver, Sihao is really angry, and he feels distressed.

"Would you like to lie down for a while?" Du Jia rolled up the wet tissue and threw it into the trash can by the wall. "It's raining today, and it's the weather you like most when lying down."

"Don't lie down anymore," Sihao half sat up, "I'll get up and have breakfast with you."

After the two of them washed up, Du Jia, dressed in white cotton gauze loose clothing and Sihao's black T-shirt and black sweatpants, walked out of the bedroom door to the back kitchen together.

Boss Du and Boss Si opened an inn alone in this dangerous mountain.

Boss Si's inn is located on the mountainside of Fengshan Mountain. The simple name of the inn, "Yujia", comes from Du Jia's "Jia".

"Yujia" rises from the mountain, with overhanging eaves and cliffs, blending with brown rocks and green ancient trees, which is low-key and luxurious.The inn was designed and supervised by Boss Si himself. He won the global design gold award and became famous. There are 14 rooms in total, and each room has different scenery as the seasons change.

For example, it is the end of spring at this moment, and the rhododendrons are in full bloom on the mountain. The bright red and tender purple rhododendrons stretch from the cliff to the window of the guest room, fluffy and welcoming the guests.

The few rooms where you can pick azaleas with your hands have to be booked in full a year in advance. The rooms are not cheap, with five figures a night, and they are sold out early.

Sihao invited the most famous hotel management team in the country to take care of "Yujia", and he was happy to be a hands-off shopkeeper, clinging to Du Jia at the foot of the mountain every day, focusing on his loving and loving life.

Boss Du's inn opened at the foot of the mountain. It was a courtyard with white walls and black tiles. On the door lintel was a plaque with gold-rimmed ink and blue bottom, with two large black characters "Tian Xin" written on it, which was the name of the inn.

In addition to the two small townhouses in the courtyard, there is also a small two-story bungalow, which is Du Jiasihao's home.Green ivy hanging from the roof, and a large cluster of golden winter jasmine blooming in the corner, is another kind of low-key.

"Tian Xin" is also hard to find a room all the year round, mainly because Boss Du's superb cooking skills attract gourmets from all walks of life, and there is no room all year round.

No matter how busy she is, Du Jia has to spend all her time making Sihao's favorite food, lamb with bamboo shoots in spring, sour fish with fresh mushrooms in summer, flower ham in autumn, and noodle soup in winter.

It's all a one-off, something that no one can eat with how much money they pay.

Just like today's breakfast, spring bamboo shoots and mutton buns, no one can eat them, even Du Jia himself is reluctant to eat them.

Sihao was sitting on the wooden table in the yard waiting for breakfast. The big wooden table was made of top-quality yellow rosewood, and it was smooth and oily. He laughed lightly.

They did it here too.

He had a deep memory of this recessed place. Du Jia put him on it, pulled him away, and squeezed himself in again, shaking slowly. The moonlight was like water, covering them with a thin veil.

My husband is really shameless, he can do it no matter where he is.

"I don't want to be seen by others." At that time, Sihao was hot and pushed Du Jia weakly.

"There is no one else," Du Jia peeled him off bit by bit, and kissed him, "Only the moon, and us."

So Sihao's mind was full of the moon. He and Du Jia did it on the moon boat, on the moon hook, and in the moon river. The moon turned into water and fell on the two of them. His lover was gentler than the moon.

There is no moon at this moment, the rain has passed, and there is only the sun.

I also did it under the sun, in the dense forest.

Du Jia picked the smoothest tree trunk, put her palm on Sihao's back, pressed him up, and whispered in his ear, "I want to be with you forever."

Sihao blushed and gasped for breath, calling him a hooligan.

"You don't want to?" Du Jia kissed Sihao's neck, found his favorite angle, and suddenly increased her strength.

With just this one moment, Sihao was about to kneel down on the ground softly, and his two long legs were supported by Du Jia's palm, hanging danglingly around his waist.

The golden sunlight poured down through the gaps between the leaves of the towering ancient trees, becoming shadows on their bodies, hard and soft for a while as the muscle lines undulated, and finally became overwhelming...

"What are you thinking about?" Du Jia put a plate of buns and a glass of milk in front of Sihao.

Sihao rubbed the tip of his nose, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm thinking about your little dress at night."