Frank and strict

After finishing that night, He Lang carried Yang Juan to take a bath again.When soaking in the bathtub, Yang Juan was already too sleepy to keep his eyes open.After the two of them scribbled to wash, it was too late to clean the sheets in the master bedroom, so He Lang carried him directly to sleep in the second bedroom.

Sleeping until the next morning, Yang Juan dreamed that he was pressed on the bed by a big dog and licked his face. He struggled to open his eyes and woke up. The first thing he saw was He Lang's handsome face close at hand, and the other's pair of hairless eyes. Sleepless eyes, and then felt the moist heat and soft touch on the face.

He realized belatedly that there was no big dog, it was He Lang who was kissing him.

Seeing him open his eyes, He Lang stretched out his arms from under the quilt to hug him, and said to him happily: "Good morning, lamb."

Yang Juan's face slowly blushed at his words, and the consciousness of gradually regaining consciousness reminded him of what happened last night.

The first half of the memory in the bathroom is intermittent, not completely coherent.The second half of the memory on the bed was exceptionally clearly imprinted in his mind, and He Lang's sexy voice when he was panting was vaguely played back in his ears.

Yang Juan looked away with a red face, and was so nervous that he stuttered: "Morning, good morning."

He Lang's knee moved under the quilt, gently pressing on his leg, "What would the lamb want for breakfast?"

Fortunately, after taking a shower last night, both of them put on pajamas and pajamas. Yang Juan obediently let him press his legs, still a little embarrassed to look at him, "I'll eat whatever you eat."

He Lang rubbed his knees on his legs upwards, and said in a leisurely and lazy tone, "Then I'll eat mutton skewers."

Yang Juan didn't react, "You can't eat too greasy things in the morning."

After finishing speaking, seeing that He Lang hadn't responded for a long time, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him, and then met He Lang's deep eyes staring at him meaningfully.

Yang Juan's expression paused, and his eyes gradually recalled, his cheeks burned instantly, "There are no mutton skewers."

"Why not?" He Lang pressed up to him confidently, put his hands on his red ears, and lowered his voice maliciously, "Didn't you just pass the string last night? I have no experience in stringing the first time. I don’t know if the customers are satisfied or not?”

Yang Juan didn't care about being shy, and stretched out his hand to push him aside, got up from under the quilt with a reddened face, found the glasses by the bedside and put them on, "I'm going to get up."

Before he finished speaking, his legs gave way and he fell back onto the bed.

He Lang sat beside him leisurely, reaching out to grab him full, "What are you going to do?"

Yang Juan sat crookedly between his legs and replied, "Go and brush your teeth."

He Lang easily got off the bed and stood up, as if holding a child, with his arms supporting his buttocks and back, he bent down and picked him up from the bed.

Unexpectedly, when he went out of the room, Yang Juan was carried too high by him, and almost hit his head.He Lang had no choice but to put him down, put his arms around his shoulders instead, and at the same time click his tongue with dissatisfaction: "In the future, when buying a house, you must buy a higher one."

Yang Juan blushed and said nothing.

Both of them went into the bathroom, Yang Juan stood in front of the sink and squeezed toothpaste, He Lang walked around him to fill in the water.Hearing the news that he was waterproof, Yang Juan quickly turned his face in the opposite direction.

He Lang turned his face to glance at him, caught a glimpse of his two red ears protruding from his hair, couldn't help laughing, and called him from a short distance: "Xiao Yang, help me squeeze the toothpaste too." one time."

Yang Juan nodded with his back turned to him, and reached over the sink to get his toothbrush.

He Lang came out after draining the water, and the two of them stood side by side in front of the mirror and brushed their teeth.Yang Juan squeezed too much toothpaste on his toothbrush, and soon his mouth was full of foam.After seeing it in the mirror, an obvious smile appeared in his eyes, and he stretched out his fingertips and pressed the corner of his mouth to wipe off the overflowing toothpaste foam for him.

Yang Juan hurriedly went to the toilet to rinse his mouth, washed his mouth clean, then came back and took off his glasses, lowered his head and washed his face.When He Lang came back after rinsing his mouth, Yang Juan had already washed his face, and there were still drops of water on his face that hadn't been wiped clean.

He Lang bent down and kissed him on the face, wiping off the drops of water on his face. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the drops of water on the bridge of his nose, and then used his mouth to touch the bridge of his nose.

Thinking that the glasses on the bridge of his nose were in the way, He Lang raised his glasses dissatisfiedly, and then placed a light kiss on the bridge of his nose.

After the kiss, He Lang withdrew his hands and bowed his head to wash his face, Yang Juan reached out to fix his glasses, and stood beside him waiting for him.After He Lang washed his face, he had to shave the stubble that protruded from his chin.

He opened the cabinet door to get shaving water, took advantage of the situation with his other hand to touch Yang Juan's smooth chin, and then raised his eyebrows at him.

Tasting the playfulness in his expression, Yang Juan walked out of the bathroom with a straight face.

He didn't take a few steps outside before he was dragged back from behind by He Lang. When he turned around, he was carried to the washstand by the other party, and He Lang's razor was stuffed into his hand at the same time.

Standing in front of him, He Lang raised his chin, looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "Shave for me before leaving."

Yang Juan lowered his head, shaving the stubble on his chin seriously.After shaving, when He Lang came back from washing his chin, he habitually grabbed his hand and touched his chin.

And during this period, He Lang's hand had already touched his back unconsciously.He pressed Yang Juan's back, bit Yang Juan's lip and began to kiss him.

Yang Juan's hand on his chin slipped down and rested on He Lang's shoulder.He slowly closed his eyes, and began to try to respond to He Lang.

Every day after that, such an ordinary process has almost become their daily routine after getting up every morning.

He Lang moved to the master bedroom to sleep with him, the pillows on the bed changed from single to double, and there were more and more clothes in the closet.The two would buy a lot of couples' styles, and it was common for Yang Juan to wear his clothes wrongly. Sometimes, He Lang would even deliberately wear his own clothes for him.

There was a heavy rain on New Year's Eve, and He Lang had finished his semester, and Yang Juan stayed at home to read, instead of going to school.The two lived tenderly in a house with heating and air conditioning.

When Yang Juan was holding the computer to study literature, He Lang typed a concise thank you letter on the computer, and asked the fourth child to forward it to Liao Changan.When the latter received the thoughtless thank-you letter, he just felt inexplicable in his heart, and immediately cursed crazy at the rainstorm outside the window.

He Lang turned around and boarded the game, asked his first love to choose me, I was super sweet and asked for the address privately, and said to send the small fan back to him later.

My first love chose me, I'm super sweet. That's when I found out that the student who borrowed his small fan and forgot to return it was Yang Juan outside the manga exhibition hall a few months ago.

The two were busy with their own affairs, and when it was around six o'clock in the evening, the rain outside the window did not seem to be getting smaller, so they canceled their trip to the cinema at night and stayed at home to cook and eat.

Originally moved out of school, neither of them could cook.But regarding cooking skills, He Lang mastered it very quickly, and Yang Juan would always stand by and help him every time.

After eating and taking a shower, they sat on the sofa in the living room, turned off the lights in the house, and watched a movie on the projector.

Halfway through the movie, Yang Juan sat on the sofa and fell asleep.His head lowered slightly, leaning against He Lang's shoulder bit by bit.He Lang was amused in his heart, but he still reached out to hug him, helped him adjust his posture, and watched the movie to the end by himself.

Yang Juan didn't wake up until the movie's ending song ended.He opened his eyes and found that his head was resting on He Lang's lap, and He Lang was holding his fingers in his hand to play with.

After a short period of silence, the screen automatically skipped to the playback of the next movie. He Lang didn't get up, but picked up the strawberries in the fruit plate and fed them to his mouth.

Yang Juan got up from his lap, opened his mouth to bite the strawberry on his fingertips, moved his cheeks, and looked at him with a sleepy look, "Is the movie over?"

He Lang propped his head and looked back at him with lingering eyes, "It's over."

Yang Juan asked again: "What happened to the hero in the end?"

When He Lang heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "The hero finally fell asleep."

Yang Juan came to his senses and sat up straight with a blushing face, "Are you still watching? I promise I won't fall asleep again this time."

He Lang continued pinching strawberries to feed him, then leaned over and bit off half of his strawberries, and said vaguely against his lips: "Don't look, it's time to go to bed."

Yang Juan reached into his pajamas pocket to touch his phone, "What time is it?"

He Lang said, "It's past zero."

Yang Juan paused with the hand touching the phone, and let out a soft ah.

"What's wrong?" He Lang asked.

"It's nothing." He stretched out his hand to grab He Lang's clothes, and suddenly pursed his lips, a smile gradually appeared on his face, "Happy New Year."

He Lang also laughed, pulled him over and hugged him, "Happy New Year."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel a little dissatisfied, and bit the tip of his ear and said, "The one just now doesn't count, I'm going to say it again."

"It's not just a happy new year." He Lang's voice was low and pleasant, "My lamb, be happy every day."

"Okay." Yang Juan lay in his arms and replied in a low voice, "My boyfriend is too."

"Tell me about the unhappy things." He Lang said.

"Okay." Yang Juan replied.

"Tell me the happy things too." He Lang said.

"Okay." Yang Juan replied.

"Show me a new dress." He Lang said.

Yang Juan was stunned.

He Lang raised his eyebrows regretfully, "You won't be fooled anymore—"

Yang Juan interrupted him: "Okay."

He Lang didn't speak, but looked at him with deep and warm eyes, and hugged him into the soft sofa.

The torrential rain did not know when it stopped, the moonlight pushed through the clouds, penetrated the sound of the wind, and fell on the hearts of the two of them.

The author says:

It's over, I should write some parallel extras next, I won't write any interlocking extras for the time being, maybe I will write them later.