Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

"This damned man!"

"This damn tenderness!"

"I, I..." For Yan Huai's words, Song Zhi wanted to empty out all her brain cells to speculate.

At this time, should he hold on a little longer?But wouldn't that seem frivolous?What if brother Yan Huai doesn't like it?

Song Zhi was racking his brains when he was interrupted by the ringtone. He took out his cell phone, and it was a video from Zhang Lun.

Yu Chengyuan's disgusting face can be seen only through the screenshots, but he didn't click on it, and took the phone back.

"Don't read it?" Yan Huai didn't read the content, and he could guess who sent the message, "Isn't it enough to relieve your anger?"

Song Zhi shook her head, "Exhaust, exhale."

It's just that this kind of garbage doesn't deserve to waste his time.

Yan Huai coughed again, and Song Zhi remembered the purpose of his coming, and hurried to get the empty glass overturned beside the bed, "I, I'll go, get water."

Halfway through receiving the water, he realized again, didn't he just agree to kiss him?

He rubbed his hot ears.

Damn, missed it again.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Yan Huai's health improved, and they came to the hall together.

The director announced the four groups of rooms for tonight.

[Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian] 90 living coins.

[Cowherd and Weaver Girl] 60 living coins.

[Guo Jing and Huang Rong] 5 living coins.

[Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl] 1 living coin.

"Yang Guo: Where are you sending my aunt?"

"Haha what the hell is a coin?"

"Then Yu Bailian can't afford it either."

In the match during the day, Yu Chengyuan lost all the living coins to Song Zhi.

As for Song Zhi, because he won the game in the morning, he has the priority to choose.

He shook the heavy coin bag and chose the most expensive room without thinking.

"Change to another." Yan Huai said.

"Why, why?"

In the past, no matter what room he chose, brother Yan Huai would support him.

"You want to cuckold me?"

"Song Zhi: It's not that I don't have one."

"Soul torture from my husband."

Only then did Song Zhi notice the name of the room, [Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian], and hurriedly retreated to the second most expensive [Cowherd and Weaver Girl].

Yan Huai took the room card and dragged him upstairs.

The hand being held was hanging in the air, swinging with the movement, Song Zhi didn't take his eyes off it all the way.

However, brother Yan Huai is really superstitious, it's just a room name.

They came to room 201 marked on the room card. There was a mural with the theme of Cowherd and Weaver Girl pasted on the door. Yan Huai swiped the room card.

The interior of the room is in an ancient style, the decoration is simple and plain, and the area is not large.

"It seems that Cowherd and Weaver Girl don't have much money."

"See you once a year, it's nice to have a house."

An oil lamp was lit in each of the main room and the two inner rooms. Song Zhi found it strange, and went back and forth between different rooms, and found tonight's task arrangement in one of the inner rooms.

Two sheets of rice paper were folded beside the mahogany-colored bed.

[Task tonight]: The first step to become a Cowherd and a Weaver Girl, please change your clothes first!

Song Zhi's eyes fell on the two Hanfu on the bed.

The director is really perverted, he always likes to play cross-dressing.

Fortunately, these two are men's models, so I don't have to wear weird clothes anymore.

"Ancient costumes are also good."

"But rabbits are more exciting! Suck!"

Song Zhi turned to the next page of rice paper:

[Hidden task [-]]: Miss Weaver Girl/Brother, remember to go to the dowry and let Brother Cowherd apply rouge and gouache for you, don’t forget!Otherwise you will regret it.

Why wear rouge and gouache in men's clothing?The director should go wash his head.

Yan Huai handed him a cup of tea, and took the "task card" from Song Zhi.

"Which one are you wearing?"

Song Zhi noticed two finely crafted Hanfu, black suits brother Yan Huai, and he wears white.

This kind of clothes can be put on directly. Song Zhi pulled out the innermost long-sleeved shirt and wrapped it around her body. The clothes are easy to wear, but the tying seems a bit troublesome.

The ancients were really tired.

"Tie the left side first and then the right side." Yan Huai said while helping him with his hands.

After putting on the jacket, Yan Huai took off the skirt, wrapped it around twice and tied it around Song Zhi's waist.

Song Zhi tugged at the slightly longer cuffs, but didn't dare to look at Yan Huai, and said timidly, "Is it ugly?"

"This grandson will never know beauty."

"Yes, ugly, ugly to death."

"Ugly, I'm jealous of your husband."

Yan Huai helped him straighten his collar again, and said softly, "It's not ugly, I like it very much."

"Do you like the clothes or the people in the clothes?"

"People who like to take their clothes off."

"Crooked, 110? Someone is doing pornography!"

"Oh." Song Zhi's ears were burning from the praise, he picked up the black one on the bed, "I, I will help you too."

"Have you learned?"

Song Zhi nodded.

"We're learning fast!"

"Stuttering and turning into a little wit, whoosh!"

Yan Huai was wearing a long-sleeved jacket, Song Zhi unzipped it, and slowly pulled off the cuffs on both sides.

The oil lamp is no different from the energy-saving lamps in modern society. It has a dark yellow color around it, and the vision is not clear, but you can feel it from the corner of your eye. Yan Huai's eyes have been chasing him.

Song Zhi didn't dare to raise her head to confirm, and she was also afraid of being sentimental.

The embarrassing scene was enough to burn Song Zhi's face red. In order not to be discovered, he could only bury his head lower.

"Hey, what are these two doing?"

"It's still so awkward to change clothes?"

"Think you can't see the blush if you bury your head?"

"Cao Song Erdan, your hands are all red."

Song Zhi imitated Yan Huai's method, stumbled and tossed for several minutes, "Okay, okay."

Yan Huaichu on the opposite side didn't say anything, and rubbed his hot earlobes with his hands.

Song Zhi didn't dare to push away, so she had to bury her head lower and continue to help him adjust the straps.

Just look at it, what to do with it.

Song Zhi couldn't take it anymore, he withdrew his hand and decided to take medicine for the other party.

"I, I——!" The hem of the Hanfu was long, and Song Zhi hurriedly turned around without paying attention to his feet. He fell backwards when he was caught, and was dragged into the bed together with Yan Huai.

The latter supported the bed board, his body was not pressed against Song Zhi's body, but his breath stopped on his lips.

Fingertips slid forward along Song Zhi's ears, and the area they passed shocked every breathing epidermal cell.

The snorting of the two people turned around in the half-surrounded bed, and the faint candlelight made a crackling sound.

Just when Song Zhi thought something was about to happen, Yan Huai propped up the bed first and pulled him up together.

"That's it?"

"Is it because my membership is not enough?"

"Afraid of catching a cold."

"Hey, wait until I pull up my pants."

"Are you okay?" Yan Huai helped him straighten his hem.

"no no...…"

Song Zhi remembered the reminder on the mission card, and hurriedly followed the bronze dowry in the room.

After tossing and turning, he couldn't find a clue, so he picked up a hairpin and played with it, thinking about it just now.

A kiss won't kill you, brother Yan Huai is so stingy.

Yan Huai opened the ceramic rouge box at hand, "Shall I help you?"

Song Zhi nodded as she recalled the mission requirements.

Yan Huai opened the rouge cover, dipped a little on it with his fingertips, and lifted Song Zhi's chin to rest on his lips.

This kind of close contact will inevitably make Song Zhi nervous, so he simply closes his eyes and tells himself that there is no need to be nervous about putting on lipstick.

Brother Yan Huai also drew it when he was doing the task on the first day.

He could smell the burning oil lamp in his nostrils, and he could feel the traces of his fingertips on his lips.The warm and soft finger pads follow the same direction of the lower lip, reciprocating.

But where he stroked his lips, it was Song Zhi who couldn't feel at ease when he was beating.

Song Zhi restrained the thoughts he shouldn't have, and thought of the bright red color in the rouge box, he must be ugly now.

Also, wouldn't it be more weird to just put it on the bottom, and it would be bare on the top?

The touch of fingertips left his lips, Yan Huai said: "The mission is here."

Song Zhi opened her eyes, the rouge box was turned over by the other party, and there were two lines of small characters on the back.

Congratulations, you have discovered the hidden mission, and you can get an extra ten life coins after completing it.

[Hidden task [-]]: Please leave an intimate group photo in the camera!

Song Zhi couldn't help recalling the once ruined opportunity to take a group photo, and this time her dream can come true.

Yan Huai took out his mobile phone and found a relatively bright area.

Song Zhi didn't follow her out in a hurry, she was looking for paper to wipe her mouth in the room, it was impossible to take a photo with a pair of red lips.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find it, so he wiped it on the back of his hand.

"?" There were no traces.

Song Zhi went to look in the bronze mirror, and there was no trace on his lips, but he clearly remembered that Yan Huai's brother had put on rouge and rubbed it on his mouth for a long time.

"Where's the person?" Yan Huai called him outside.

"Come, come."

Two people stood in front of the candlestick, the faint light was reflected in the front camera, making the surrounding romantic and warm,

"How can we be considered intimate?" Yan Huai asked him.

Just shoot shoulder to shoulder, what else?

Song Zhi didn't dare to answer.

"Childish."

"Huh?" Song Zhi turned her head when she heard the sound.

When he reacted, Yan Huai's facial features became blurred due to the close distance.

A click.

The sound of the camera, together with the temperature from the forehead, were frozen in that dim photo.

Brother Yan Huai kissed him.

"Oh, oh, my husband is too good at it!"

"The expression at that moment of stuttering is so cute."

"Don't kiss your mouth, kiss your forehead to satisfy your greed."

Yan Huai didn't give Song Zhi a chance to look at the photos, he took back his phone, "Who will take a shower first?"

"You first."

Yan Huai's elder brother is still ill, he should take a hot bath and have a good rest.But is it possible to get sick by washing here?

In order to match the theme of the room, the bathroom does not have a modern jet shower, only a wooden barrel made of bamboo panels.

Fortunately, it is equipped with a thermostat and there is plenty of hot water.

Song Zhi hurriedly went up and down to help fetch the water, and after everything was done, she called Yan Huai to take a bath.

Less than 10 minutes after the other party entered, Song Zhi stood at the door and waited.Make an agreement with brother Yan Huai, and he will go in and put on a bath towel after the other party finishes washing.

Although the light in the bathroom is dim, it can still be seen at a glance.Song Zhi was embarrassed, so it was better to put on the towel from behind, it was better than accidentally seeing the front.

Just thinking about it in her heart made Song Zhi's heart feel hot.

While he was arranging the planning, Yan Huai's voice came through the crack of the door.

Song Zhi pushed open the concealed wooden door with two bath towels in her arms.

Yan Huai was soaking naked in the tub, leaving only half of his shoulders outside.

The sound of running water could still be heard in the dark space, and his thoughts were chaotic due to the mist, and the soles of his feet fluttered like they were stepping on clouds.

Walking into the bathroom, Song Zhi realized how naive her thoughts were.In order to make it easier for people to enter, there are two steps in front of the tub, but not in the back.

The other party was tall, so he had to go to the front and step on the steps to reach brother Yan Huai's back.

Song Zhi came to the back first, took out a small towel and put it on his head.

Then he walked to the front, stood on the steps and unfolded the bath towel. As soon as brother Yan Huai came along, he would quickly wrap the bath towel around him, making sure he didn't think about anything or look anywhere.

But Yan Huai got up unexpectedly, the sound of splashing water and naked body completely disrupted Song Zhi's planned plan.

In a hurry, Song Zhi leaned forward and put the towel on his shoulders. The steps were short and loose. He couldn't stand firmly, so he plunged into the bathtub and bumped into the naked person.

For convenience, Song Zhi had already taken off the Hanfu in advance.The pure cotton top became lighter and thinner after being soaked in water, and he could clearly feel the water temperature, the touch of the skin, and even the flow direction of the veins.

"Reckless." Yan Huai put his arms around his waist to prevent him from choking on water.

The shy and embarrassing Song Zhi didn't care about other things, she climbed out of the water by holding on to the edge of the tub, and ran out in a hurry.

Song Zhi was wet all over, hugging her head in the corner of the wall, feeling very annoyed.How can someone be so stupid that he can't do such a trivial thing as handing over a bath towel? Will brother Yan Huai think he did it on purpose?

What if he doesn't like it?

"Why did you send a bath towel and get yourself wet?"

"Could it be...a mandarin duck bath?"

There was a gust of cool wind moving behind him, a warm bath towel was draped over his body, and a pair of hands were helping him to dry his hair through the towel.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Huai's accusatory tone still contained a bit of tenderness, "Do you want to catch a cold?"

Song Zhi completely panicked.

In the past, he was worried about Yan Huai's brother getting cold, so he asked for a bath towel for him, but he didn't get things right, and it was a waste of help.

so stupid.

Song Zhi stood up abruptly, ignored Yan Huai, held her head down and hurried to the bathroom.

She mumbled in there for more than an hour, until she was called out, and Song Zhi finally came out.

Yan Huai changed into pajamas and sat by the bed. The clothes also matched the ancient style of cotton jackets, and there was a piece of the same style on the bed.

Song Zhi looked at the short-sleeved T-shirt she was wearing, and then at Yan Huai who was sitting here.

I can't control my random thoughts at all.

"You sleep here, I'll go next door." Yan Huai stood up.

This suite has two inner rooms, each of which has the same type and specification.

Song Zhi put her hands behind her back, rubbed her knuckles, and hung her head without answering.

"The third task." Yan Huai unfolded a piece of rice paper.

[Hidden Mission [-]]: Cowherd and Weaver Girl can only meet each other on the seventh day of July every year. Tonight is not a time for reunion, so you have to sleep in separate rooms!

"I have a cold and I'm afraid I'll infect you." Yan Huai added.

"Oh." Song Zhi finally responded.

I'm not that weak, so I won't catch a cold casually.

In the middle of the night, Song Zhi was tossing and turning in bed.

Yan Huai's elder brother has just returned from fever, and he is exposed to cold after taking a bath. Will it make his condition worse?And the fever is easy to repeat at night.

Song Zhi thought about it over and over again, until he tiptoed to the door of Yan Huai's room, held his breath and stuck out half his head.

The person on the bed seemed to be fast asleep, and he slowly walked in.

Song Zhi squatted beside the bed, bent down and waited for three to five minutes, and then slowly stood up after making sure he hadn't noticed.He carefully pressed his palm against Yan Huai's forehead without burning it.

Relieved a little, he turned and went back to his bedroom.

After rolling on the bed for nearly an hour, Song Zhi, who was still unable to fall asleep, sneaked over again.He touched Yan Huai's forehead again to make sure it wasn't burning, and tucked him in the quilt again.

This time Song Zhi was much more courageous, and simply sat on the edge of the couch, looking at the sleeping people on the bed through the moonlight cast by the window sash.

The first quarter moon is reflected on the left, but casts a dark shadow on the right.

Even the night couldn't cover his handsome face, but he could smell the fragrance of crabapple flowers along the window.

Song Zhi finally felt sleepy, he yawned, and planned to go back to his room to sleep.

Worried about disturbing the sleeping person, he got up lightly, but was supported by an external force that he couldn't break free from, and turned over to be carried on the bed.

Song Zhi was drawn into the quilt, with a fiery chest behind her.

Warm breath sprayed on the back of the head, the earlobe was bitten, rubbing against the texture of the skin.

"Since you're not afraid of catching a cold, why not sleep together."

The author has something to say:

Song Zhi: He insisted on sleeping with me, not me.

The name of the room this time is not exciting, so we won’t let everyone guess it.

It is very exciting to announce the next room, remember to reserve the room in advance to earn red envelopes~

Good night, sweet dreams, babies, see you tomorrow~