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

Lan Yu read about a dozen pages. Seeing that the time was almost ripe, Chu Yitang tilted his head and pretended to sleep.

His hair was still covered with moisture. Seeing that he was asleep, Lan Yu gently put down the book, took the towel from the pillow, and carefully wiped Chu Yitang's hair on the edge of the bed.

Chu Yitang's back was turned to Lan Yu, and he could feel Lan Yu opening his hair one by one, and his fingers touching the back of his neck or behind his ears from time to time, like a dragonfly touching water.

Why haven't you finished wiping it off yet? Is it necessary to test people like this? ! !

Chu Yitang complained endlessly and only asked Lan Yu to go to bed quickly and at least get over today.

After Lan Yu wiped his hair, he put down the kerchief, blew out the candle, carefully put down the bed curtain, and got into bed from the end of the bed.

Even if Chu Yitang pretends to sleep, he still has to put his feet outside. Lan Yu has no choice but to be watched by his quilt every night.

He also likes to be cold, and it is common for him to not wear good clothes. Since the beginning of winter, Lan Yu has been following him and talking to him repeatedly before he would listen to anything.

Lan Yu would hold him in his arms every time he slept, and it was not easy to kick the quilt with his hands on him. He would wake up as soon as he kicked Lan Yu, and he could be covered in time.

Maybe the charcoal was burning too hot, and Chu Yitang was extremely hot. Lan Yu's arm was placed on his waist, and Chu Yitang's whole body was numbed by the slightest movement.

He didn't dare to turn over in a big way, and he wouldn't have to sleep tonight if he woke up Lan Yu.

Lan Yu's body temperature was high, and Chu Yitang faced him. Every time he exhaled and inhaled, the fragrance of iris penetrated into his lungs, making his heart and liver feel warm.

Chu Yitang was not sleepy at all. There was no light in the bed tent, and Lan Yu's face was hidden in the thick ink of the night. Chu Yitang raised his neck. Apart from the occasional crackling of the charcoal fire, the room was so quiet that only the sound of his heartbeat remained.

Love, is this what it feels like?

He seemed to understand a little bit what Mu Shan said when he was in the library.

He is handsome, speaks well, and is in good health.

It's no wonder that someone cares about such a good son.

Even he is no exception.

It's a pity that Chu Yitang is near the water tower, and Lan Yu's bright moon has already fallen into his pond.

You have to find the right time to fish it into your arms.

Justifiably, hugging each other and kissing each other every day is called a fairy life.

Whoever loved him in those hard days in the past should let it pass. Anyway, he couldn't survive it.

With such a big piece of fat in front of him, he didn't even think about taking a bite. He was really out of his mind.

Chu Yitang hid his face and smiled, staring at Lanyu's sleeping face for most of the night. His eyes were sore before he felt a little sleepy.

Lan Yu's pajamas slid down his shoulders, and his deep collarbone was clearly visible. The bite mark last time was too deep, and he was afraid it would leave a scar.

The faint morning light shone outside the window, and Chu Yitang suddenly had some thoughts. He always did what he thought of.

Chu Yitang raised his wrist, leaned closer, his long hair scattered on the pillow, and placed a gentle kiss on the faint mark.

Satisfied, retired with success.

In his sleep, Lan Yu felt a slight itch on his shoulders. He frowned, completely unaware of being treated lightly.

Chu Yitang was more satisfied than after eating locust nectar. He put his arms around Lan Yu's waist and watched it all night. His neck was so tired that he had to squint for a while.

When it gets brighter, Lan Yu wakes up. He always wakes up earlier than Chu Yitang.

He didn't like to stay in bed, so he slowly opened the quilt, got out of bed from the end of the bed, and tucked the curtains. Snow fell outside again, and it was completely white.

Chu Yitang didn't seem to like yesterday's dumplings very much. Lan Yu moved the chopping board outside the yard to chop the meat, thinking of making some wontons in a different flavor today.

He chopped the meat filling, wrapped a whole plate of round wontons, lit a fire in the stove, and cooked the wontons for Chu Yitang.

Chu Yitang stayed up all night and fell into a deep sleep. Lan Yu brought wontons into the house and asked him to eat breakfast before going to bed.

Lan Yu stirred the charcoal fire in the brazier, and when he got up in the morning, he put Chu Yitang's clothes on the sandalwood stand to warm them.

He put the wontons on the bedside, lifted up the curtains, and said softly, with a deep voice against Chu Yitang's temples: "A'tang, get up. Can you get up and eat the wontons before going to bed?"

Chu Yitang moved his fingertips, unable to open his eyes in the heavy sleepiness.

He turned over based on his intuition, buried half of his face in the pillow, and said vaguely: "Sleep some more, sleep some more, I'm so sleepy."

"Is it okay to sleep after eating wontons? You can sleep after eating, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable if you are hungry."

In the past, Chu Yitang would have to play lazy with him when he got up, but for some reason, it seemed a little different today.

If I have to say it, it seems that there is a little bit of coquettishness in it today, rather than just to hang on for a while like before.

Lan Yu didn't think much about it. He pinched Chu Yitang's knuckles and continued to coax: "How about eating a little? Skipping breakfast is not good for your health. I'm going to eat wontons today."

Well, it's not that Chu Yitang really didn't think about it, he had to be coaxed by Lan Yu before he would get up, otherwise he always felt like he was missing something.

He held Lan Yu's hand and leaned up lazily. His hair was messy and his eyebrows and eyes were lazy. He tilted the sore back of his neck and hissed softly.

Peeping is not an easy job either.

Lan Yu sat down on the edge of the bed so that he could lean against her, brushing aside his hair and rubbing Chu Yitang's neck bones with his palms, feeling worried:

"Is it a stiff neck? Ah Tang, can I sew you a new pillow later? Sometimes you don't even sleep on the pillow."

Chu Yitang leaned in front of Lan Yu's lap and responded lazily: "Well, why should I use a pillow since I'm sleeping on you?"

Lan Yu's face suddenly turned red. He hurriedly brought the wontons to Chu Yitang and changed his subject.

"Ah Tang, let's eat it first. It will get cold later and it won't taste good."

Chu Yitang has an empty belly and eats well. The wontons made by Lanyu are all plump, with thin skin and big fillings. The soup base is also mellow, with a spoonful of red oil poured on it, and the color is also beautiful.

After he finished eating, Lan Yu went out with the empty bowl. He also filled Chu Yitang with water for washing his face. It was cold outside, so Chu Yitang didn't have to leave the room.

Chu Yitang couldn't sleep after eating wontons. He washed up, changed clothes, and went outside the hospital to watch Lan Yu chop firewood.

He was afraid of disturbing Chu Yitang, so he chopped firewood in the bamboo forest outside the courtyard in the morning and brought it back.

Lan Yu has her high hair tied up, and there is a pile of chopped firewood beside her. The hem of her clothes is tied around her waist. Her shoulders are wide but her waist is narrow, forming a beautiful inverted triangle.

The young man was full of energy, bathed in the morning light, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, long straight legs, and clear joints on his five fingers. He grasped the handle of the ax and chopped it down with force. The firewood was split evenly and was picked up and stacked one by one.

Chu Yitang leaned against the courtyard door, looking fascinated even from a distance.

Lan Yuwei was indeed a man of great character. During the annual banquet, he was greeted and sent off in officialdom without leakage. Although he smiled, it did not reach his eyes. He was a dignified and proud son of an aristocratic family.

But when he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands to make soup, he looked completely different.

As gentle as jade, shy and obedient.

Chu Yitang usually likes to touch his head. It feels better than touching a real puppy.

Why don't you touch him? Anyway, it's not like Lan Yu hasn't kissed him before, so it doesn't matter if he touches her.

Chu Yitang made the decision and rushed towards Lan Yu as soon as he pushed the courtyard door open.