[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

The next morning, Yimulian got up earlier than Huang.

Glancing at Huang who was still sleeping unconscious, he combed his hair and changed his clothes as if nothing had happened, then stepped on Huang's stomach and walked over as if he didn't see anything, opened the door and left the bedroom.

Huang was stepped on and suddenly arched up, his eyelashes trembled twice, but he still couldn't wake up, turned over and continued to sleep.

The courtyard outside the door was covered with a layer of snow, and the air was dry and cold, but the huge cherry blossom tree was still full of flowers, and some flowers and trees that should have withered were also blooming under the snow, There is no trace of the chill of deep winter.

Yimulian exhaled a white mist, wearing thick cotton socks, and walking in the wooden corridor, he didn't feel cold, but his hands and feet were still cold.

He walked to the room of Little Demon Fox and Little Tengu, opened the door and walked in, put his hands on his neck to warm up, and then called the two little guys to get up.

"Fluffy, Gouzi, are you awake?"

Woke up already but likes to stay in bed, the little fox quickly got up, threw himself into Yimu Lian's arms, stood upright, put his front paws on him, and wagged his tail cheerfully, "Lian Jiang~~"

Yimulian hugged his fluffy and warm body, rubbed his ears, and said with a warm smile, "Woke up so early?"

"I slept very early yesterday~" The little fox tilted his head and rubbed his ears against his palm, and touched his chin with his little nose, "but I don't want to wake up, it's so comfortable in the quilt~"

"It's time for breakfast. If you don't eat breakfast, you won't grow taller." Yimu Lian smoothed the little fox's fur, and then reached out to hold the round snow-white bird cub, little tengu, on the pillow, "Go wash first, and have breakfast. What to eat?"

"Xiaosheng wants to eat ramen~" The little fox lay in his arms, with his little paws tucked in front of his chest, he curled up his eyes and said softly, "Where's the dog?"

The little bird squatting on Yimulian's shoulder thought for a while, "It's fine."

Yi Mu Lian responded, and took the two of them to the hot spring bathroom to wash up, and then went to prepare breakfast for the three of them.

When Huang finally woke up from the hangover, it was already afternoon.

The snow had stopped outside, and there were still thick lead clouds in the sky, but they did not cover the sun, and the not-so-strong sunlight made the snow white.

Huang supported his head and walked out of the bedroom. The moment he opened the door, he was almost blinded by the snow light outside. He closed his eyes and took a breath before slowly walking out the door.

He turned around a corridor, saw Ichimokulian sitting in the practice room of Little Demon Fox and Little Tengu, and walked over.

Yimulian was having afternoon tea, while the little demon fox and little tengu had finished practicing today and were playing in the snow outside.

The prototypes of the two little guys are all covered in white fluff, and they seem to be invisible when they jump into the snow, and they can't be found at a glance.

Huang didn't notice Zhaxueli's bird cub and little fox, walked to the practice room, sat behind Yimulian, stretched out his arms to hug him, hung the whole body on his back, and buried his face in the hollow of his neck.

"There are sushi and some barbecue in the kitchen." Yimu Lian was squeezed by Huang's head slightly tilted to one side, suddenly felt the side of his neck being bitten, and raised one shoulder to push Huang away, "Don't make trouble, wash up Don't you want to go to lunch?"

"I'm not a human being, so it doesn't matter if I don't eat." Huang's voice was a little tired, and after being pushed away, he perseveredly switched to the other side, his chin pressing on Yimulian's shoulder, "Headache."

Yimulian raised his hand and put it on his forehead, feeling that the temperature was normal, so he brushed his soft sideburns aside, and said angrily, "You deserve it."

"I didn't know there was wine in your glass, and I didn't smell the wine." Huang felt that he was wronged, and when he finally made out with each other, he drank a glass of wine by mistake, and it was all in vain, and now he still has to be scolded ……unhappy.

Yimulian also felt his low pressure. He didn't want to talk to him at first, but somehow his heart softened again, and he sighed slightly, "If you don't feel well, go back to sleep."

"No." Huang tightened his arms and hugged him even tighter, closed his eyes and frowned, and said, "You are angry, I am very disturbed, and I don't want to be too far away from you."

"I'm not angry..."

"Have."

Yimulian was silent for a while, touched Huang's cheek with his backhand, and said softly: "How can I be really angry with you."

Huang pressed Yimulian's hand on his cheek, tilted his head slightly and kissed his palm.

"There is orange juice on the table, drink some."

"En." Huang slightly opened his eyes, and reached for the cup on the table.

He has long hands, so he doesn't need to let go of Yimulian at all. He can directly reach Yimulian's cup on the table by leaning forward a little bit. There is still more than half a glass of orange juice in the cup. Dozed off.

Yimulian held a strand of black hair hanging down from him, and asked softly, "Would you like to sleep here for a while?"

Huang hummed, slowly slid down from his shoulders, leaned into Yimulian's arms, adjusted his posture, then lay down on Yimulian's legs, closed his eyes and meditated.

The practice room was very warm, but Yimulian was still a little worried that Huang would catch a cold sleeping like this, so he pulled his cloak over to cover him, touched his forehead, and did not make any other movements.

The two little guys who were flopping around in the snow were thirsty from playing, and ran back da da da, swaying their fur in the corridor, shaking off the snow particles on their bodies, and when they were about to run into the practice room, they sat at the table The last Yimulian raised his head to look over, raised a finger to them, put it on his lips, and made a silent movement.

The two hairballs immediately stopped and tiptoed in.

Yimulian smiled, and looked down at Huang who was asleep on his lap.