The whole world expects me to get a divorce

Wen Yan made a snowman and held it in his hand, which was exactly the size of two palms. He happily put it on the window sill, saying that he would keep it there for the whole winter.

Rong Xiao followed him into the door, looked at him across the living room, always felt that Wen Yan sometimes seemed to have not grown up.

You Buwen was in the kitchen, he had nothing to do at night, he mixed a lot of different kinds of wine, he was worried that he had mixed too much, Rong Xiao and Wen Yan came back.

Comes just right.

He waved at Wen Yan: "Young master, do you want to drink sweet wine?"

Wen Yan patted the broken snow on his hands, and ran over, looking curiously at the row of wines of different colors, all packed in beautiful goblets.

He is not very good at drinking, and usually only drinks half a bottle of beer when he meets with his classmates, which is purely to make up the number.But You Buwentiao's wine is very beautiful and has a nice fruity aroma, he can't help but feel a little eager to try it.

You Buwen reminded him: "You take the blue one on the side, it's not a high prescription."

Wen Yan obediently said yes.

And after You Buwen instructed Wen Yan, he chatted with Rong Xiao about the special items brought by the Demon Control Bureau, Rong Xiao had to look at them one by one, and Rong Xiao had to decide on the things that needed to be filled at home next month.

Rong Xiao also picked a drink himself. He holds a good amount of alcohol, he can be said to be drunk after a thousand drinks, and it doesn't matter if he drinks too much.

Neither of them paid attention to how many drinks Wen Yan next to him drank.

At the beginning, Wen Yan only drank the cup of sweet wine named by You Buwen, and smacked his lips, feeling that he didn't taste the wine at all, but the fruity sweetness was quite enough.

He took another glass by hand, this one was a bit alcoholic, but the orange flavor was stronger, he stopped for a few seconds after drinking it, and felt that the degree was just that, and even felt a little swollen that he had improved his drinking capacity recently.

So he stretched out his hand to the third cup...

Wait until Rong Xiao and You Buwen find out.

The row of glasses was four empty.

And Wen Yan was lying on the bar counter like a little drunk cat, his cheeks were as red as rouge, his lips were also red, and he closed his eyes innocently.

Rong Xiao: "..."

He picked up the wine glass and sniffed it, raised his eyebrows and looked at Youbu and asked, "Who told you to add vodka and rum to it?"

You Buwen was wronged to death, he made it for himself to drink.

Obviously there were two cups of low-alcohol sweet wine, but Wen Yan wanted to touch the high-alcohol wine.

But it's too late to say anything.

Wen Yan was completely drunk, and fell asleep immediately, with a faint smell of wine and fruit in his breath.

Rong Xiao had no choice but to carry Wen Yan up the stairs, and the majestic monster was once again reduced to a personal servant. He helped Wen Yan take off his clothes and shoes, and carried him to take a bath.

Rong Xiao's bathing pool was big enough, almost comparable to hot springs. Wen Yan soaked in it, and after a while, his whole body was covered in pink, and even his fingertips were the color of roses.

He leaned against the edge of the bath, the water had just covered his chest, but he could still see the fair and flawless body of the young man.

He looked so innocent and so docile.

At first, Rong Xiao just helped to scrub briefly, but without knowing it, his hand gently brushed Wen Yan's brow bone, and then slowly touched his lips.

Those beautiful lips like peach blossoms have uttered sincere love words.

Rong Xiao's eyes darkened, and vague desires were involuntarily aroused in his heart.

He is not without desire.

He wished he could swallow Wen Yan down to the skin and bones, completely melt him into his flesh and blood and turn him into his own half body, and it would be best if he could carry him wherever he went.

But he had to endure it.

He couldn't help but kiss Yan's fingers, the center of his brows, and even his ankles, the clamoring desire in his heart made him ache.

He knew that Wen Yan also liked him and longed for him, but he couldn't do more, and he couldn't let his lover lose his life because of him.

No matter how close they are, it can only stop here.

More than half an hour later, Wen Yan was carried out by Rong Xiao wrapped in a bath towel. He slept peacefully and was not woken up at all, but there were traces of light powder on his hanging arms.

Wen Yan fell asleep until dawn.

Yesterday when he just passed out, Rong Xiao fed him the wine pills, so after waking up, not only did he not feel a headache, but he felt refreshed.And he glanced to the side, and found that the bed was empty, and Rong Xiao had already gotten up.

He yawned, walked slowly into the bathroom to brush his teeth, took a look in the mirror, and suddenly found a piece of skin on his collarbone that was a little red, and when he pulled it away, it looked like he had been bitten by something.Looking at it again, it even has it on the wrist.

Wen Yan thought it was a mosquito bite at first, but then he thought, where did the insects come from in the winter.

He suddenly had an epiphany.

Although there is no practical experience, who hasn't seen a little yellow movie.This is clearly a hickey.

Wen Yan still had his toothbrush in his mouth, he was dazed for a while, and then suddenly laughed.Reminiscent of who held him in the shower yesterday, and who left this mark, there is no need to think at all.

The old monster usually looks serious and feudal, but he is also emotional in his bones.

He wiped his face and walked downstairs in two or three steps.

Sure enough, Rong Xiao was downstairs, with a cup of coffee, a breakfast, and a book beside him.

He ran over, sat down on Rong Xiao's lap, pointed to the mark on the collarbone confidently, and asked, "Did you do this?"

Rong Xiao was approached by someone, but he didn't feel guilty about being questioned, and directly admitted: "Yes."

Wen Yan was a little proud, but also a little funny.

"Are you saying you're prudish?" Wen Yan poked Rong Xiao's chest muscles, and whispered, "Do it if you want."

It's not that he disagrees.

Rong Xiao pretended not to hear and did not respond.He just grabbed Wen Yan's messy hand and fed him a strawberry dipped in cream.

After the winter vacation, Wen Yan spent a long time intoxicated, as if he wanted to make up for all the hard work he put in in the final exam.

It just so happens that the Spring Festival is earlier this year.Before he even realized it, the street was bustling with activity. The winter vacation had already passed half a month, and the Spring Festival was two days away.

The streets are filled with beaming red, and festive items are being sold everywhere.

Wen Yan had already told Rong Xiao that he would go to his house for the New Year this year, and Rong Xiao also agreed.

Wen Yan was lying on the sofa playing a card game, a little curious about how Rong Xiao lived before, and he asked, "Do monsters also celebrate the Spring Festival?"

"Yes, but not every year, we get together once in a while. Youbuwenjia is like this, usually once in ten years." Rong Xiao said lightly, "But I don't have the habit of celebrating the Spring Festival."

Wen Yan stopped playing games, and raised his head to look at Rong Xiao: "Then Youbuwen, what were you doing when you went back for the festival?"

As far as he observed, the old monster hated being disturbed by others. If he hadn't moved in, there would have been only two monsters, Rong Xiao and You Buwen, in such a big house.

"Will you go to have dinner with the monsters from the Monster Management Bureau?" Wen Yan guessed.

Rong Xiao thought for a while, he didn't seem to have done anything.

This day has no special significance to him, he still deals with documents and official duties as usual, if it happens to be free on this day, and he has nothing to do, he just sits in the yard and reads a book.

He has no family, no lover.

He doesn't need a reunion.

"Just stay at home as usual, nothing special." Rong Xiao said calmly.

Wen Yan could vaguely understand what Rong Xiao meant, he knew that monsters were different from humans, and they didn't value festivals and reunions so much.

But other monsters, at least parents, brothers and sisters, have a home.

But Rong Xiao is different, Rong Xiao is the only endless tree in Kunlun Mountains, the only one in the world.

He was born with no one to rely on and wandered alone in the world.

Maybe Rong Xiao didn't think it was a big deal, but Wen Yan always felt a little distressed.

He threw the phone aside and threw himself on Rong Xiao.

"There is a saying among human beings, if you marry a chicken, you will marry a dog. If you marry me, you will be a member of my family. You will come back with me every year for the Spring Festival."

He kissed Rong Xiao's nose: "That's it. Let's go back early tomorrow."

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

Rong Xiao hugged Wen Yan's waist: "Okay."