After I was reborn, I found out that my husband had a crush on me

Fang Yan's hands holding the bouquet trembled, and he almost lost his grip.

He subconsciously felt that Zhou Yu would not feel wronged that the two of them lived in the same room: "How far is the other homestay from here?"

"It's about 10 minutes by car. Don't worry, it's our chain store, and the configuration is exactly the same as here." The waiter replied.

Zhou Yu interjected unhurriedly: "But it's almost one o'clock in the morning. If you pack your luggage and take the bus to wash up again, you won't be able to catch the scheduled bus tomorrow morning."

Fang Yan understood his implication, and immediately became nervous.

Zhou Yu waved his hand amidst the waiter's repeated apologies: "It's okay, I'll make do with one night today, and I'm tired after playing all day, so let's take a rest."

As soon as the waiter left, there were only the two of them alive in the huge room, and the melodious sound of insects outside the window made the room even more quiet.

Zhou Yu was the first to break the silence. He rubbed the top of Fang Yan's hair: "You go take a bath first."

"Well, good." Fang Yan's earlobes were red, and he entered the bathroom with his bathrobe in his arms, and soon there was the sound of splashing water.

Zhou Yu kept sliding down the phone, but couldn't read a word. The sound of water washed against his eardrums clearly.

He was far from being as calm as he appeared on the surface. As an innocent old virgin who hadn't been in a relationship for 27 years, the person who had a crush on him for many years took a shower outside the wall, and they would sleep on the same bed later.

This is not sharing the same bed when they were sleepy and drunk a few days ago, but sharing the same bed when both parties are very conscious.

Thinking about it this way, the innocent Mr. Zhou found that his face became hot with impunity.

——What do you think? !Fang Yan is still a patient. Zhou Yu has already reflected on himself after getting drunk last time. Before getting his consent, Zhou Yu will not make any overstepping actions, and try his best to keep a gentleman's distance.

However, according to the recent contact with Fang Yan, Zhou Yu had a bold guess in his heart: he felt that Fang Yan not only didn't hate him, but also had a certain affection for him.

Zhou Yu didn't dare to speculate how deep this favor could be, but in general, it's a good start, isn't it?

Zhou Yu curled his lips into a smile, anyway, he didn't intend to let go.

Fang Yan pushed the door out wearing a bathrobe, and saw Zhou Yu smiling unfathomably at the extinguished mobile phone. Those who didn't know it thought that Mr. Zhou had completed another big project.

He checked again in doubt, the phone screen is black, right?

Zhou Yu got into the bathroom, and the warm and humid water vapor enveloped him in an instant, and the smell of the body wash that Fang Yan used still remained in the air, which smelled very good.

Zhou Yu sighed silently, forcibly suppressed all distractions, washed up quickly and simply, wiped the dripping hair with a dry towel, and came out covered in moisture.

Fang Yan had already sat on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, his neck stretched out beautifully, Zhou Yu's gaze involuntarily lingered for a moment, and then he forcibly pulled back to follow Fang Yan's gaze.

It turns out that the ceiling of this room can be opened to reveal a large skylight. There are no tall buildings in the ancient city, and the vast night sky can be seen at a glance.

The weather is fine tonight, and the sky full of fine stars is reflected in Fang Yan's eyes, shining brightly.

Hearing the sound of Zhou Yu opening the door half a beat later, Fang Yan suddenly lowered his head and met Zhou Yu's heavy gaze, showing a bit shy and flustered expression.

He whispered, "Come and watch the stars together?"

Zhou Yu himself didn't realize how gentle his smile was: "Okay."

Zhou Yu also sat on the bed, and Fang Yan could clearly feel a slight depression from the end of the soft mattress, and soon a body that was a circle taller than him approached.

Zhou Yu's hair was already half-dry, and it took a long time for the ends to condense for a drop of crystal water to fall. It ran across the collarbone and flowed to the strong chest muscles, and was hidden in the neckline of the half-open bathrobe. water light.

Fang Yan raised his head quickly, not daring to look any further, as steam was about to burst from the top of his head.

Zhou Yu glanced at him in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Fang Yan forced himself to remain calm, and ended up betraying his master's will as soon as he opened his tongue: "No, it's nothing, don't you blow your hair?"

"Oh, this," Zhou Yu grabbed the towel hanging around his neck and wiped his hair twice, "Didn't you say you want to watch the stars together? After we finish watching, your hair will almost be dry."

After speaking, he also looked up at the starry sky.

No wonder people throughout the ages like to use the stars as objects of expression. The pure starry sky does have a power to shock the soul. Loving couples snuggle together and bathe in the ancient starlight, as if they can also borrow a touch of the eternal romance of the stars.

"It's really beautiful." Zhou Yu sighed.

Fang Yan glanced at him quietly: "Yes."

However, after watching the stars, Zhou Yu's hair was not dry, he scratched his hair irritably: "I'll go dry it, it will be fine soon, you sleep first, I won't disturb you for too long."

If it was normal, Zhou Yu might have fallen asleep directly relying on his good health, but in front of Fang Yan, all his minor problems were corrected, and there were a few large characters written on his forehead: Serious life is a good example.

Fang Yan raised the hair dryer: "I'll help you."

Zhou Yu's gaze froze all of a sudden, and he didn't answer right away.

Fang Yan followed his gaze, and the loose cuffs of his bathrobe slipped off with his movements, revealing the old scars on his forearms that had been accumulated for many years.

He subconsciously pulled up his cuffs, trying in vain to cover up these ugly scars: "Don't look..."

Zhou Yu grabbed his thin wrist, slowly opened the cuff, and covered the uneven scar with warm palms, and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt now?"

"It's been gone for a long time." Fang Yan shook his head.

"You made it all yourself?" Zhou Yu asked again.

Fang Yan lowered his head: "Yes."

Zhou Yu didn't speak any more, just sighed lightly, stroking the slightly cool and uneven skin with his fingers, his eyes were really distressed.

He acted too cherished, as if he could tolerate all suffering.

Fang Yan was slightly stunned, the healed wound seemed to be aching again, and his heart began to feel a little uncomfortable. A strange emotion called grievance rose in his heart after a long time, and he just wanted to get into the warm embrace of a man and make a fuss.

"Okay," Fang Yan lowered his slender eyelashes, and broke away from Zhou Yu's hand, "Turn around, and I'll blow your hair."

The hair dryer started whining. Fang Yan raised his arm and stroked Zhou Yu's hair. While helping to dry his hair, he also touched Zhou Yu's head.

What's so comfortable about touching your head? It's hard and sticky. How could Zhou Yu like to rub the top of his hair?

After blowing Zhou Yu's hair fluffy and messy, Fang Yan stopped, hesitated for two seconds, and laughed: "I'm sorry, I don't blow it to others..."

Zhou Yu was a little puzzled at first, so he took out a mirror and said, "..."

Well, it doesn't matter, as long as the daughter-in-law is happy.

After all, they were tired all day. Although they shared the same bed tonight, they were covered with two quilts. After turning off the light, they sank into darkness, with someone beside them breathing gently. Strike, soon fell asleep.

In the early morning, before the alarm clock rang, Zhou Yu opened his eyes habitually, and when he moved slightly, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

When he looked down, his chin touched Fang Yan's soft hair.

Zhou Yu: "?!"

The two quilts had been completely messed up, and they were covered in a mess. Zhou Yu was still lying on his pillow, and Fang Yan had left his original position and slipped into his arms.

Yesterday Zhou Yu was still secretly swearing in his heart that without Fang Yan's permission, he would not go one step further, so...how did Fang Yan take the initiative? !

Zhou Yu took a deep breath, and the slightly icy air entered his nasal cavity. He probably knew why Fang Yan took the initiative to get into his bed.

The air conditioner was turned on a little low last night, blame him for not paying attention, Fang Yan may feel a little cold after sleeping until midnight, subconsciously looking for a heat source, and crawled into Zhou Yu's arms.

When I wake up, there is a warm, fragrant and soft jade in my arms—although Fang Yan is not too soft, and he is a bit irritating, but Zhou Yu is a vigorous man after all, and it is inevitable that he will react when he wakes up in the morning. The movement was suppressed to the lightest, and slowly pulled away, but Fang Yan still woke up.

He pressed his forehead against Zhou Yu's chest and opened his eyes. When he woke up, he was greatly frightened, and the first reaction of a person after being frightened was to protect himself, so he curled up his limbs.

Coincidentally, Fang Yan's knee hit Zhou Yu's unspeakable place, and Zhou Yu hummed sexy and hoarse.

They are all men, so what else can they not understand.

Fang Yan pulled up the quilt to cover his head, wrapped himself into an autistic silkworm chrysalis, and said in despair, "I'm sorry!"

Zhou Yu let out a deep breath: "I'm going to take a shower."

It wasn't until the sound of water came from the bathroom that the blushing Fang Yan slowly poked his head out from under the quilt, and even more desperately found that he was lying on the position that originally belonged to Zhou Yu.

No wonder he felt cold in the first half of the night, and suddenly warmed up in the second half of the night—it was he who crawled into the bed by himself!Woke up and kicked someone!Still kicking in that place...

Fang Yan was about to suffocate.

He buried himself under the fluffy quilt again, unwilling to face the cruel reality.

However, even the quilt was filled with Zhou Yu's mild and pleasant smell. Fang Yan felt extremely ashamed, but couldn't help sniffing again.

In the bathroom, Zhou Yu took a cold shower for almost 10 minutes before calming down, repeating silently: This was just an accident, as an elderly person, you can't be too beastly...

He changed his clothes and pushed open the door. It was funny to see Fang Yan still wrapped in the quilt and pretended to be dead. He went to the bed and patted the silkworm chrysalis: "Okay, silkworm baby, it's time, it's time to break the shell."

He intended to tease Fang Yan, wanting to make Fang Yan feel more relaxed, but he didn't expect that the word "Silkworm Baby" would be uttered by his deep and mellow voice, making him doting and ambiguous.

Fang Yan trembled, almost getting himself bored.

He was dying and said: "Please, stop shouting, just let me die here..."

The author has something to say: There are too many comments and the background draws too many red envelopes to send out. In the future, I will tentatively give red envelopes to the first five little angels in each chapter~

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