after i found out my new wife was a man

Since Xie Ling and He took their annual leave, the two of them finally had a lot of time to spend together. This is indeed very good, but sometimes it can't help but give him a bit of a "headache".

Just like now.

Xie Linghe was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing only a white singlet, his black hair was slightly damp, and he looked like he had just finished bathing, while He Yaoqing was clinging to his body, and upon closer inspection, he was actually a pair of eyes. Reddish, internal fighting is prayer and grievance.

At first glance, it seems that Xie Lingyu has done such an outrageous and wrong thing, but the actual truth is very different from this picture.

He Yaoqing buried his head in Xie Ling and his chest, and rubbed against each other lightly, his voice full of grievances: "You should just do this to me, okay? Xuan Er just followed you from afar, won't do anything."

Xie Lingyu stretched out his hand to gently rub his hair, feeling very helpless: "What are you doing with me? Apart from going to the school grounds outside the city, I won't go anywhere else."

"But as long as I don't know where you are and what you're doing, I'll be flustered and scared," He Yaoqing said in a muffled voice, "This is the only way to make me feel at ease, but you were in Qingquan Temple before You were so angry when you were here, and you said you wouldn't let me find someone to follow you, I listened to you."

Listening to what he said, Xie Lingyu couldn't help laughing: "What? Do you want me to praise you?"

"I'm just begging you for this one thing," He Yaoqing raised his head, avoided answering, and begged softly, "Every time you leave the mansion, I've been waiting for you to come home, Mu Qing, Just do it for me, okay?"

They have been together for such a long time, so gradually, He Yaoqing also began to reveal some real inner feelings - such as the desire to control Xie Ling and the overpowering.

But behind this desire to control is a strong sense of insecurity stemming from childhood experiences. The more you care, the more afraid you will be, but for ordinary people, most of them may avoid it.

Fortunately, Xie Lingyu knew him.

Hearing He Yaoqing's nasal voice, Xie Linghe finally just sighed: "If I don't agree, are you still going to cry?"

He Yaoqing didn't feel any embarrassment at all: "If I can make you agree, even if I cry a few times in front of you, it's not a big deal."

"But I don't want to see you cry." Xie Lingyu gently stroked the corners of his reddish eyes. Of course he knew that this person was pretending, but he finally responded, "If you want him to follow you, then follow him." Bar."

"That's what you said!" He Yaoqing straightened his upper body abruptly, his grievance and sadness disappeared instantly, he got the promise, and even forgot to pretend, "I'll go tell Xuan Er right now!"

Xie Lingyu pulled him back with some headaches: "Okay, I'm here now, it won't be too late to talk about it tomorrow."

"It's all up to you," He Yaoqing laughed a few times, then suddenly threw himself on Xie Lingyu, and said again, "I actually have one more thing to ask of you."

Xie Lingyu reached out and tapped his forehead, feeling quite helpless: "How much more do you have?"

He was talking, but He Yaoqing suddenly leaned over his body again, and all the words that followed were melted between his lips and teeth.

"...This matter," He Yaoqing said while reaching out to touch the inside of the bed. Inside, there was a box of ointment that had been hidden for a long time.

——But this grease was secretly prepared by Xie Linghe.

Xie Lingyu was taken aback immediately, he never thought that He Yaoqing would know about this matter, he suddenly spoke incoherently, and quickly explained: "I'm not... just..."

"I know," He Yaoqing licked his lips, and smiled wickedly, "You sent this to me yourself. Don't blame me when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Xie Lingyu felt his hand under him, and after listening to his words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, but before he could break free, He Yaoqing pressed him and said What he said made him slightly dazed.

"I'm also a man, can't I?" He Yaoqing's voice was soft and hoarse, "Besides, don't you want to be my elder brother? Then let me be the elder brother, okay?"

Just hearing this title made Xie Lingyu almost unable to think. He was just stunned for a moment, but He Yaoqing found an opportunity, and everything after that was as if destroyed, and he couldn't resist anymore.

No matter how hard it is to endure this long night.

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The days passed like this.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the palace routinely held a dinner party, but all princes, nobles or high-ranking officials would be invited, and the Xie family was no exception.

On the 99th level of jade steps, Emperor Jingren was sitting on a dragon chair. On one side was the Empress Dowager Xie, who was dressed upright.

The members of the Xie family sat at the head of the military officer, beside the Prime Minister Si's family, singing and dancing in the hall, the dancers' sleeves fluttered, the bells rang and chimes were struck, and the music was melodious. It is really a scene of "peaceful and prosperous times, extremely prosperous".

The night is getting darker, and the hall is still brightly lit, just like daytime. The biting cold wind outside the hall pushes the heavy snow and sweeps around. The glazed tile roof with double eaves reflects the snow color. For thousands of years, it may be the only one that remains unchanged. .

In a corner of Dongshui County, six hundred miles away from the capital, a figure was sitting alone on the eaves.

Under him are dilapidated rubble, with a jug of wine in his hand, and the direction he is facing is the capital city, or it can be said directly that it is the "home" where he has lived for nearly 20 years since he was born.

The strong wind swept through the chaotic snow, making his robes rattle. The cold wind would hit an ordinary person like a knife. What's more, this person had a wound on his face that could be called a hideous wound, but he himself looked like I didn't notice it at all, or because I didn't care at all.

The wound started from the corner of his left eye, crossed the bridge of the nose obliquely, and finally reached the corner of the mouth, almost spanning half of his face.

Xu Yaoling sat silently for a long time, and finally took a big sip of wine for himself.

The mouthfeel is mellow and sweet, with a lingering aftertaste, but Xu Yaoling clearly tasted the extreme bitterness of the wine, so that even his heart was filled with bitter water.

... Young is a dude, a couple of friends, a horse in fresh clothes in Chang'an City, a sword with a horizontal sword and a long song, singing about youth generously.

Sudden bad news, the family is broken and people are separated, looking back on the past on the way to escape, I am shocked to realize that all the past is just false.

He just sat like this, accompanied by the cold wind and snow, drinking a pot of old wine, spent his 20th birthday until the sky gradually dawned.

The author says:

Xu Yaoling's paragraph "Seldom a dude...it's all just falsehood." I wrote it in my last book (now locked), some cuties may find it familiar, so I will explain it here.