After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Remind what? ?

Lan Yu didn't understand and was confused for a while, but Xi Jin just thought he was shy and was afraid that he would stay here for too long. Chu Yitang came to ask for someone with a knife and pushed him out of the door, smiling even more wildly:

"Okay, you must know better than him. Go back, he still needs you to accompany him tonight."

Lan Yu was still thinking about Chu Yitang. Since Xi Jin said it was Ah Tang's personal matter, he would not ask more questions and just pay more attention in the future. After thanking Xi Jin, Lan Yu went to his room.

After bathing, he boiled water and sent it to Chu Yitang. He was at the table reading the storybook given by Lan Yu.

Chu Yitang looked much better after eating, and Lan Yu felt much relieved.

"A'Tang, don't read under the lamp all the time, it's not good for your eyes."

Lan Yu put a face washcloth on him and patiently combed his hair. Chu Yitang was obsessed with this storybook, and Lan Yu couldn't help but worry, fearing that he would spoil his eyes.

The spiritual veins in his body were still hot. Chu Yitang put down his notebook and raised his hand to touch Lan Yu's fingers holding the comb. He pulled at his fingertips and slowly pulled Lan Yu over.

Lan Yu was held by him, and followed his strength as he walked over and walked around in front of him.

Looking at Lan Yu's face through the light, Chu Yitang raised his head, scratched Lan Yu's knuckles with his fingertips, and said softly:

"Don't do this again next time. It's too dangerous, and you will suffer the consequences."

The warm candlelight shone in his eyes, coating them with a layer of full light. When he looked at him, his heart beat rapidly in his chest for a moment.

Chu Yitang was sensing something slowly, but in vain. His emotions were helplessly sucked into the bottomless black hole and swallowed up.

Lan Yu rarely showed disobedience. He held Chu Yitang's cold fingers instead. He cared more about Chu Yitang's safety than himself. He would try even if he was shattered to pieces.

He couldn't afford to lose Chu Yitang.

This is not the first time that Chu Yitang has seen Lan Yu being stubborn, and he can't persuade him. Lan Yu can usually flatten and round him as he pleases, but at critical times, he can't be tough with him, and he has to do it slowly and slowly.

He put the storybook into Lan Yu's hand and shook his hand: "I don't want to read it myself. You can read it to me so that it won't bother your eyes."

But Lan Yu was afraid that he would be bored, so he washed a basket of grapes, prepared cakes, and made a pot of honey and milk for him to eat while he listened.

Chu Yitang put a soft pillow behind his waist and the quilt was tightly tucked in. He stuffed a crystal clear grape into his mouth and listened to his young husband reading a storybook to him.

Lan Yu's voice is very nice, deep and quality, as sweet as pearls falling on a plate. When he reads, he speaks word for word and his words are clear.

This volume is about a ghost woman who was in a poor family and was kidnapped to a brothel to pay off her debt. She couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide.

Then by chance, she got entangled with the scholar, secretly falling in love, and staying with him day and night.

But this ghost was a voluptuous woman who had an affair with the scholar every night, and the story was very explicit in her storybook.

Lan Yu read the first few chapters but didn't notice anything, and the further he read, the redder the tips of his ears became, so that he couldn't read some passages, so he picked out some that he could read, and deleted and deleted a lot.

"The female ghost has a pill in her mouth and is wearing something red, red, mandarin duck, mandarin duck..."

Lan Yu's scalp was numb, his eyelids were heavy, his speech was knotted, and his heart was screaming, what are these! !

Can this kind of thing be written for others to read? !

He really couldn't read any more, so he put the book on his knees, panted slightly, closed his eyes and remained silent.

Chu Yitang didn't feel embarrassed. He was listening with interest when he was suddenly interrupted. He swallowed the grapes in his mouth and asked, "Why don't you read it anymore?"

Lan Yu's eyes were so hot that he was about to shed tears. He pursed his lips and the tips of his ears were even more beautiful than if he had applied rouge.

When Chu Yitang asked him, he felt even more humiliated. He showed the book to Chu Yitang, turned it to one side, and said aggrievedly:

"I won't read this paragraph anymore. You can read it yourself. After reading it, I will read the next paragraph."

After taking a closer look, it turned out that the seductress was seducing the scholar to do something frivolous. Chu Yitang was so happy that he almost made his young husband cry while reading the storybook. It was not worth the gain.

Chu Yitang suppressed his laughter, closed the book, took it and threw it back to the pillow, leaned forward, stretched out his finger to hook Lanyu's chin, his eyes moved, even the exposed breath was tempting:

"Are you so ashamed? You'll cry even if you read the script, huh?"

Lan Yu's red eyes always made him show shyness in front of Chu Yitang again and again. He had always only read books by saints and sages, and he rarely even read idle books, let alone such erotic books.

Yuan Qing also gave him a copy and told him to go back and find a place where no one was around to read it at night.

He thought it was a good book, but he was stunned after reading the first page when he got it home. If Hong Ran hadn't stopped him the next day, Yuan Qing would have barely swallowed the book alive.

Lan Yu sniffed, held back his tears, and refused to cry in front of Chu Yitang. He defended in a low voice: "I didn't, I haven't seen this before, and I won't do it next time."

Chu Yitang was not willing to let him read anymore. He brushed his hair aside and put his hand on the back of Lan Yu's neck. Chu Yitang's tone was gentle:

"Okay, I won't read it if you don't want to. I'll give you a good one next time."

"Then can I sleep with you tonight?"

Chu Yitang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"

Lan Yu still refused to look up at him. He was still worried about what happened yesterday, and he was worried about Chu Yitang sleeping alone.

"I'm not worried. I don't have to sleep on the bed. I can just sit here and watch you."

I have to say, it’s a good move to retreat in order to advance.

This was not the first time they slept together. Chu Yitang readily agreed and generously gave up the quilt: "Then come up."

Lan Yu blew out the candle and got onto Chu Yitang's bed with a red face. Before going to bed, he specially added: "I already took a shower before coming here."

Chu Yitang heard the meaning of his words and looked at him with half of his head raised: "So you had planned to sleep with me early in the morning?"

Lan Yu nodded shyly: "Yes."

Chu Yitang knocked him, then naturally turned over and put his legs on Lan Yu's body. With a figure like Lan Yu's, it was the best choice to hold him while sleeping. His arms were wide and it was very comfortable to sleep on.

Although the nightmare period has passed, Chu Yitang is still a little uneasy at night.

Lan Yu didn't sleep, so patting him didn't work. He simply put him back on his lap like last night, wrapped his hands around him from behind, put his face against his forehead, and coaxed him like a child: "Go to sleep, and you'll wake up when you wake up." Okay, Ah Tang, I’m here.”

Everything is quiet. After all, Guyu Mountain is no longer a prison for Chu Yitang alone. There are people who are willing to enter it and spend time with him.

Xi Jin stood outside the window, listening to Lan Yu's whispers. He kept calling him A Tang, his voice was tender, and every word was tender.

Some people want to be on par with gods. The mountains are high and the water is long, and there is no way to stop them.

But there are also people who pity the god and call him out in the night, exchanging half of his life for his half. They are like moths flying into the flame, knowing that they cannot do anything.

Xi Jin took advantage of the moonlight and thought to himself.

What kind of young man is Lan Yu? He is the pure lake in Chu Yitang's life, the place where his soul returns without defense once he enters.