Anecdotes about me and the civil servants of Hades

It was snowing outside the window, and the pure white snowflakes covered the whole world one after another, and the faint sound of firecrackers came from outside the heavy windows.Jiang Yu huddled under the warm blanket, and was pulled up reluctantly by Bai Yao, with his arms on his shoulders, still asleep like a hibernating kangaroo.

Bai Yao lowered his head and bit his earlobe, and said softly, "Get up, my lord."

Jiang Yu rubbed even more into his warm arms, still keeping his eyes closed.

Bai Yao was scratched on the neck by his hair, raised his head and laughed, but put him back on the bed helplessly.

Just when Jiang Yu felt the soft bed under his body and thought he could continue to sleep beautifully, a large shadow enveloped him.

 … @劳力做块的相和

Bai Yao really tossed him for 72 hours this time.

In the end, Jiang Yu's whole body was as soft as a puddle of water, and he vaguely felt that Bai Yao carried him into the bathroom to wash, and in the bathroom, he didn't let go of the unique environment and was exposed to the sun again.

"You're not finished yet." Jiang Yu mumbled and hugged his neck, rubbing his head against his chest, ignoring his wet hair to wet his chest. "Tomorrow is Chinese New Year, and Cang Ming and the others are all coming. Can you let me have a good Chinese New Year?"

"Okay, okay." Bai Yao dotingly fished him out of the bathtub, Jiang Yu's legs were so soft that he couldn't stand up.Bai Yao could only wrap his arms around his waist and dry him in his arms, then wrapped him in a soft coral fleece bathrobe and hugged him on the sofa, and took a hair dryer to dry his silver hair.

"Bai Yao." Jiang Yu said amidst the buzzing sound of the hair dryer, "I'll go and cut my hair, it's uncomfortable to be so long."

Now he and Bai Yao both have long hair, if you pull it out, it will be very black, bright and soft, and make an advertisement for Bawang every minute.But in the modern city, it's a bit weird, especially as he seems to be playing cosplay all day long.

"Okay." Bai Yao wrapped a strand of silver hair around her fingertips and dried it. "Then I'll cut it off too, and then we'll grow it together."

Jiang Yu laughed. "Then cut an egg, it's fine to just keep it, really. Why do you like long hair so much?"

"No." Bai Yao hugged him from behind. "I just like you, no matter what kind of you you are, I like you." The slender fingertips sank into the silver hair, and the waist-length hair quickly turned brown and shortened, and finally became the length of the shoulders. "Do you like it this way?"

Jiang Yu: "..." This was the length of time when he hadn't unlocked the seal before, so he had no choice but to compromise. "I like it." They hooked his neck, and the two kissed deeply in this position.

Because they have been lost before, they cherish the reunion now.

The doorbell rang at this moment, Bai Yao let go of him, scratched his cheek with his fingers, made Jiang Yu smile, then turned around and walked to open the door.

Cangming and Yuan Boxue stood outside the door together, with their backs facing each other, both looking tense.

As soon as Cang Ming entered, he walked straight towards Jiang Yu who was lying on the sofa. "Xia." He raised his eyebrows and questioned dissatisfiedly, "Why do you associate with such a lowly god praying teacher?"

Yuan Boxue rolled his eyes, and found that this god still had a deep burden of racial discrimination and blood, so he consciously put on the soft slippers that Bai Yao had prepared in advance at the entrance, and said something. "Excuse me." Then he walked in.

Jiang Yu raised his head, saw Cang Ming's mad and angry face, and blinked, as if he still had a debt to settle with this brat.With the recovery of memory, Jiang Yu discovered that Cang Ming was the stupid son of the landlord's family. Except for a little developed limbs and a simple mind, he was a spoiled child among the gods. It's time to teach him to be a man.Ask Yuan Boxue: "Do you dare to beat God?"

Yuan Boxue glanced at the bewildered Cang Ming. "nature."

Jiang Yu moved to the side. "Don't break things, teach him etiquette."

"Xia." Cangming summoned the Featherscale Spear. "Do you think this lowly man can beat me?"

With a flick of Jiang Yu's fingers, the Featherscale Spear instantly turned into a golden glow and dissipated. "Don't use your powers, fight me." If this god-spirited spirit had let go of the attack in his house, the whole building would not be bombed enough.

Cangming was born with supernatural power, so he didn't know how to fight hand-to-hand, and within a few moves, Yuan Boxue grabbed him backhand and pinned him on the sofa.The wind of the fist was blowing against the ear with vigor, and it was about to hit the statue-like face, Yuan Boxue stopped abruptly.

Looking at Cang Ming's unwilling and angry amber vertical pupils, slightly bent his index finger and thumb, he flicked lightly on the bridge of his straight nose, let go of his hand, and calmly folded his arms.

"Okay, stop making trouble." He didn't bother to argue with this spoiled god.

After speaking, he went to the kitchen to help Bai Yao prepare the New Year's Eve dinner and dumpling stuffing.

Cang Ming stared fiercely at that person's back, not understanding how he could lose, let alone how this person would let him go.

"Cangming." Jiang Yu hugged the pillow and smiled: "Are you feeling frustrated?"

Cang Ming frowned unwillingly, sitting on the sofa with slender legs crossed and arms folded.

"Little Ding Dong." Jiang Yu shouted at the busy people in the kitchen: "Pack up the things later and let's make dumplings together."

Jiang Xiangqi was admitted to the university of her choice, spent the holidays with her boyfriend abroad, and will not be back this year.When Jiang Yu played the video, he repeatedly told her to keep warm and be safe, and took Bai Yao's black card to swipe several sums of money before finishing the calculation.

"Bai Yao." He squeezed the dumpling wrapper and put down the phone. "If that brat dares to provoke her in the future, he will just write a note and pull her down." Now he finally understood the feelings of the old father who raised a cabbage with a pig on his back.

Bai Yao laughed, noncommittal.

"Damn it!" Cang Ming's white and perfect fingertips with clear joints, which can be called the gospel of hand control, carefully pinched the ninth dumpling skin and shook like a Parkinson's patient. As soon as I grasped it, the ninth one also died heroically, throwing the dough onto the panel in angrily.

Cangming also fully proved what it means to have neither ability nor temper. He has been a god for tens of millions of years. They all found it inconceivable, because those hands were holding the magic weapon in the clouds and rain, and now they are making a small face?

"You kid." Jiang Yu put together the pile of stuffed and noodle-mixed unknown dumpling that he dropped, and said to Bai Yao, "I'll cook it for him in a while, and whoever makes it will eat it himself."

Yuan Boxue looked at Cang Ming's messy pile of dough enough for him to eat tonight, and if he continued to make it, he would not be able to eat a single decent dumpling for the New Year's Eve dinner. He picked up a skin and walked around behind Cang Ming.

"Come on, my revered god, I'll teach you." He stuffed the dumpling wrapper into Cang Ming's hand.

Cang Ming gritted his teeth firmly, and squeezed his hands hard, the dumpling skin mixed with the meat filling became dough: "No need."