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Lu Ciheng didn't have a birthday until he was ten years old.

Prince Lu Qingshi's sixth birthday, he secretly went to see it. The tables in the palace were filled with exquisite pastries and fruits, and the palace people surrounded him. Lu Qingshi was wearing a soft jacket, surrounded by Hugged in the arms of the royal father that Lu Ciheng had never seen before, he had a displeased expression on his face, probably because he felt that the officials below who were saying congratulatory words and giving congratulatory gifts were really disturbing.

Lu Qingshi turned his head and buried his face in his father's arms, while Lu Chengjing hugged his son in his arms fondly, stroking his back.

Lu Ciheng looked at him coldly, not sure whether it was envy or resentment, or both.

At that time, he was still imprisoned in the cold palace, and he never knew that his birthday was celebrated like this.

Lu Ciheng's birthday was on the Dragon Boat Festival, but no one remembered nor cared except Shen Ming'an.

He happened to be ten years old on the Dragon Boat Festival of his first year in the Imperial Academy.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, there are dragon boat races, hanging mugwort leaves, and eating rice dumplings.

During the day, Lu Ciheng happily raced dragon boats with others and ran around wildly, but at night, he suffered from abdominal pain because he ate too many rice dumplings.

When Shen Mingan came to look for Lu Ciheng with a bowl of noodles, he was tossing and turning on the bed in pain.

"what happened?"

Lu Ciheng opened his eyes in a trance, and saw Shen Mingan sitting beside his bed, and asked him worriedly: "Why does it hurt so much?"

"I don't know, my stomach hurts." Lu Ciheng curled up on the bed, dripping with cold sweat, and responded weakly.

"How long has it been hurting?" Shen Mingan wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, "What did you eat today?"

"It started to hurt at night." He thought hard, but he couldn't think of what he ate that ruined his stomach. "I only ate some zongzi, and nothing else..."

"How much did you eat?"

"Today... I ate five of them." His stomach was so bloated that he couldn't speak, and he added intermittently: "It was eaten from the kitchen table during dinner."

"How can you eat so many zongzi all at once?" Shen Mingan gently tore away the quilt that he was clutching tightly, rubbed his stomach gently and gently for him, his brows and eyes softened, and sighed: "What's more, the zongzi in the kitchen are all If you made it in the morning, you must have been cold when you ate it, and eating cold zongzi is indigestible, and it is easy to accumulate food."

Shen Ming'an's hand was slightly cool, and after a while it slowly warmed up, pressing his stomach gently, through the thin clothes, the touch was very clear.

The pain gradually eased. Shen Ming'an seemed to rub him for a long time. Lu Ciheng was in pain all night. After the stomach pain was not so bad, he fell into a light sleep. He seemed to wake up a few times. He didn't sleep well. He stopped rubbing his hands, and moved them a few times in dissatisfaction. He felt the warmth of gently rubbing his stomach in a daze, and fell asleep at ease again.

He went to bed early, and his stomach pain disappeared overnight, so he naturally woke up early.

Lu Ciheng opened his eyes, and noticed that Shen Mingan's hand was still lightly resting on his stomach, sleeping on his stomach at the head of his bed, breathing shallowly.

He moved his body and tried to sit up, but Shen Mingan rubbed his stomach lightly a few more times like a conditioned reflex.

Shen Mingan was already a light sleeper, and after being awakened by that slight movement, his face was still a little confused. After a while, he reacted and stretched out his hand, put it on his waist and hammered it a few times, and asked him, "Does your stomach still hurt?" ?”

Lu Ciheng slept so that his hair was messed up, looked at Shen Mingan in a daze and shook his head.

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt." Shen Mingan stood up, straightened his clothes, as if he suddenly remembered something, with a smile in his eyes, he said to him: "Happy birthday, I forgot to tell you last night, Ah Heng Another year older."

Every year in the future, Shen Mingan would say happy birthday to him.

Lu Ciheng often felt that before meeting Shen Ming'an, every day was the same, no one talked to him, no one cared about him, and no one would patiently teach him how to write and draw, and taught him to be sensible.

Ever since Shen Mingan brought him back to the Imperial College, he seemed to have expectations every day, and every moment by Shen Mingan's side would give him peace of mind.

He strives to do his best in everything, just to ask for Shen Mingan's praise for him.

In fact, Shen Ming'an had never been stingy with his praise.

Shen Mingan had a calm temper, but he was very gentle and polite to others, so even though Shen Mingan didn't get close to him at that time, at least he didn't hate him as much as he does now.

Thinking about it now, Shen Mingan's estrangement from him began to be seen on the fifth day of May, his 17th birthday.

He was emaciated due to malnutrition when he was young, and when he was 17 years old in the Imperial College, he was already half a head taller than Shen Mingan.

In previous years, Shen Mingan would cook him a bowl of longevity noodles on his birthday, and that year was no exception.

Shen Ming'an seldom cooks, but his cooking skills are very good. The long and slender birthday noodles are served with broth, and a yolk egg is laid on top, together with green vegetables and his own sauced meat, the aroma is overwhelming. It looks delicious and attractive.

Lu Ciheng buried his head in the noodles while holding the chopsticks, and he ate most of the bowl in a flash, but he choked because he ate too fast.

Shen Mingan couldn't help smiling, raised his hand and patted his back, with a gentle smile, "Eat slowly, don't worry."

It was May, and the clothes were thin, Shen Mingan just put his hands on his back to comfort him, but it made his heart itch unbearably.

That hand had distinct knuckles, slid across his spine, the soft touch seemed to coincide with a scene in a dream, Lu Ciheng's body was stiff, and he seemed to be able to feel the texture of the skin on his hand.

Shen Mingan always regarded him as a child, but Lu Ciheng not only regarded him as his husband.

He dreamed of Shen Ming'an countless times in his dreams, but it was in an extremely deviant form.

In the dream, he pressed Shen Mingan under him, pinched his thin waist, moved in and out extremely slowly, and grinded him carefully.Shen Ming'an's face was sunken in the quilt, he hooked his hands around his neck impatiently, his cold and serious face was stained with lust, Lu Ciheng bent down to kiss him, taking a panoramic view of his appearance.

When he woke up, the sheets were all wet, and he had to fetch water to wash the dirt off the sheets.

The dirt on the bed sheets is easy to wash, but his filthy thoughts cannot be washed away, and as he grows older, it becomes deeper and more intense.

Every word and deed of Shen Mingan was bewitching to him.

Lu Ciheng came back to his senses, and tightly grasped Shen Ming'an's comforting hand on his back with his backhand. Shen Mingan struggled, but did not break free, and looked at him inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

The candlelight gave off soft light and shadow, Shen Mingan's side face was in the hazy light and shadow, like a piece of high-quality bone china with the fragrance of green pine.

Lu Ciheng couldn't hold back for a moment, touched Shen Mingan's lips, kissed him, and said to him: "Sir, I like you."

Then he sat back to his original place, waiting for Shen Mingan's reaction with his heart beating like thunder.

Shen Mingan was picking up the teapot with the other hand to pour tea. After Lu Ciheng kissed him, he even dropped the cup in his hand. The porcelain cup fell to pieces on the ground, and most of the water in the cup splashed on his clothes.

Lu Ciheng thought that Shen Mingan would be astonished and surprised, and would ask him why he liked him, but he never thought that Shen Mingan's first reaction would be nausea.

Shen Mingan looked at him as if he was watching a ghost, his chest heaved greatly, he stood up trembling and gasped for breath, he took a few steps back, leaned his back against the wall, and retched uncontrollably.

It's as if Lu Ciheng's kissing him just now was an extremely disgusting thing.

Lu Ciheng looked at him blankly, he had never seen Shen Mingan lose his composure like this.

Shen Mingan's eyes were wet with retching, his footsteps were a little staggered, he seemed to turn around and wanted to leave, it took him a long time to calm down, his voice was hoarse, "I, I am your husband, you only rely on me, Not like..."

"If you like it, you like it!" Lu Ciheng interrupted him harshly, his mind was full of Shen Mingan's appearance when he was retching just now, with a gloomy expression, and asked him in disbelief: "Are you... are you so disgusted with me?"

Shen Mingan didn't return to him, turned around and left, almost fleeing in despair.