Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Shen Zhihuai's mouth curled up into an evil smile, "Maybe because I'm better than you."

"Why are you not convinced?"

Seeing the young master's face turned away, Shen Zhihuai wiped the water off his chin and said with a smile: "Why don't you pour another bowl for me, Bibi?"

"No!" Si Mo refused, gritting his teeth, "I just don't want to drink from the same bowl with you."

"Oh, you're so delicate."

Bah, so stuffy.

The meal was very lively. The two of them put their heads together and talked for a while without anyone noticing. The sun sets quickly in the countryside, and the orange-red sunset glow is reflected on the horizon.

After dinner, Wang Hong and her family were about to leave. When Si Mo was helping to clean up the dishes, Shen Zhi took the opportunity to run to him and whisper in his ear, saying that he would come to play with him again tomorrow.

Shen Yi's status had become very low under Wang Hong's tough control for many years. Seeing his wife being domineering at home, he didn't know how to stop her, so he simply kept silent.

Shen Ronger had little sense of existence to begin with. She seemed to want to say something to this new educated youth comrade but always hesitated. Gradually, she went back to the next room with a red face.

These things were all accurately seen by Shen Zhihuai, and he felt indescribable. How come the arrival of Master Jiaojiao made their Shen family so different?

Why did everyone like him? What was so good about him? He was so delicate, so skinny that he would fall apart if touched. He was just a little whiter, a little prettier, with a thin waist and a nice butt...

Realizing what he was thinking, Shen Zhihuai shook his head violently. The effect of the rice wine seemed to be taking effect. Otherwise, why did he feel hot all over? The figure of Si Mo in front of him became more and more attractive... ?

"Zhihuai, we don't have a separate room in our house. I'm going to live with your grandfather tonight. Let Si Zhiqing live in the same room with you. It will be more spacious." Father Shen shouted outside the door.

Sleeping together? They are all men, so sleeping together is fine.

Shen Zhihuai felt that the concerns that arose in his heart at that moment were quite ridiculous.

The east room is the largest of these rooms. The two or three meter long kang is kept warm. Even if the air temperature drops sharply at night, there is no need to cover yourself with a quilt, and it can also drive away the coldness in your body.

After Shen Zhihuai came back from taking a shower outside, he called Si Zhiqing to come as well. The bathing place was in a corner of the yard, surrounded by linen and iron railings, with a layer of cement inside. The shower was external, a small shower head only the size of a fist.

Not long after he made the bed, he saw the young master coming back in a hurry, which surprised Shen Zhihuai. He thought it would take at least half an hour for a delicate child like this to take a bath.

"A-choo..." The boy's nose trembled slightly. He hugged his arms and quickly closed the door as soon as he came back.

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhihuai asked.

"The water is so cold, don't you feel it?"

He glanced at Si Mo, who had hurriedly put on pajamas without completely drying himself, and the tip of his nose had indeed turned pink as if from the cold.

It was not until he saw him take out a cream with the scent of osmanthus from the package and apply it to his neck and elbows to prevent dryness and chapped skin that Shen Zhihuai realized that he had not smelled the fragrance during the day mistakenly.

"No." Shen Zhihuai took a deep breath and shrugged, "It's always like this here. This is the water that has been drying for a whole morning. There's no place to dry the water at the educated youth camp. It will only be colder when you go back."

I can't even adapt to this. I really don't know why this young man went to the countryside as an educated youth. Just to experience suffering?

Shen Zhihuai once again despised the name of Master Jiaojiao in his heart. He lifted the quilt beside him with a righteous expression, saying, "Warm yourself up first, and come up after the water is dried up."

The skin directly touched the hard kang, just like sleeping on a wooden board. Si Mo's bones were a little hurt, but this was the fastest way to warm up.

He wasn't like this before, but when he came here he was already a sickly person and if he didn't take precautions he would really get sick.

After warming himself for a while, he felt his body finally warmed up, so he crawled out from under the quilt, crawled into the thin blanket and wrapped himself up like a pupae.

When Shen Zhihuai saw this, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously: "Is it that cold?"

He felt the temperature of the kang was too hot and wanted to sleep directly on the floor.

"Don't really catch a cold. There is really no doctor here. You have to go to town to see a doctor, which is very far away." Seeing that Si Mo didn't seem to be pretending, Shen Zhihuai's expression rarely straightened up.

"It's okay, turn off...turn off the lights." The voice of the young educated youth came from under the quilt, muffled and soft.

Shen Zhihuai sighed. His family had no medicine, so there was nothing he could do even if he really got sick.

After the lights were turned off, the room became quiet, but the moon in the countryside was very bright. The cold, white, and clear moonlight shone through the window. Shen Zhihuai had very good eyesight. He opened his eyes and stared at the bulge under the quilt not far away. If he calmed down, he could even see the breathing of the boy wrapped inside.

"Are you asleep?" Shen Zhihuai's Adam's apple rolled. In the darkness, besides his voice, he heard another deafening, increasingly rapid sound, which was his heartbeat.

Si Mo sniffed, "No, what for?"

"Don't cover your nose and mouth, or you'll suffocate."

It was clearly a kind and caring word, but Shen Zhihuai insisted on saying it in a cold voice.

"Oh..." The thin blanket gradually lifted up a corner, and Si Mo exposed all the parts above his neck, leaning sideways to face him. He slowly opened his bright fox eyes and looked into Shen Zhihuai's eyes.

"..."

Shen Zhihuai frowned. Si Mo's gaze made him feel confused, but he couldn't ask others not to sleep facing him.

So he turned around and faced Si Mo.

But the tension did not decrease. He always felt Si Mo's gaze on his back, so hot that it seemed to penetrate his skin.

"Shen Zhihuai."

"Go to bed! You have to get up early tomorrow. You don't want to be late on your first day as an educated youth, do you? You still have to earn work points."

"Shen Zhihuai..."

After a long time, he turned around hesitantly and found that the young master's breathing had become steady at some point, his eyelashes were lightly closed, and he looked like... asleep?

Still saying his name while falling asleep?!

With the help of moonlight, Shen Zhihuai could take a good look at the young master's appearance, carefully examining every inch from the bridge of his nose to his lips. The more he looked, the more he couldn't sleep.

In a sweet dream late at night, Shen Zhihuai dreamed that he was holding a soft cotton doll in his arms. The doll felt a little hot and could breathe. The doll turned around and turned into the appearance of a delicate young master.