Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

So Ping An doesn't want to talk to him too much, because there is nothing greater than death?

After much deliberation, there is only this reason.

These hideous antiques!

This hateful past life!

Is it too late to reform now?To be a good law-abiding citizen deserves peace.

Yang Pingan didn't want to go out, nor did he want to eat, but his stomach grumbled against his master's wishes. Xue Wuling consciously went to cook porridge, and wanted to show off his newly learned secret skill of cooking porridge with invincible ratios.

Yang Ping shrank on the chair, waiting for Xue Wuling to serve his secret porridge, and brought the hot porridge to him, and wanted to feed him after stirring it.

Yang Pingan recalled that period of life when he was forced to take care of himself, and took the bowl and spoon to eat by himself.

After drinking the porridge, it was getting late. In the twilight, someone came along the street and stopped in front of the shop with his hands clasped together: "Almsgiver, please excuse me. I am passing by for alms and planting blessings. I want to repair the broken golden body of the Buddha. Please." A little money from the boss, no matter how much it is, will be a great blessing for the future."

The little nun articulated clearly, and finished her words without rushing. Yang Pingan looked at her, fascinated.

Xue Wuling looked at Yang Ping'an with a cold face.

"Peace, does it look good?"

Yang Pingan came back to his senses and ignored Xue Wuling: "Ah, okay, wait a minute." He went to the counter and took out the white jade crown.

The nun saw that Yang Pingan took out the white jade crown and walked over step by step, and she couldn't help taking a step back: "The benefactor...this is..."

"You take it."

Yang Pingan looked at the nun's face, but he didn't expect Lanzhi to become a nun in this life.

The nun blinked suspiciously, and refused. She just wanted a little funding, but she didn't expect it to be cut off.

But the boss's attitude was very firm, as if he had to give it to her, and after evading it, he happily accepted the windfall: "The beads will definitely bless the benefactor."

After the nun saluted with palms together, she left the shop with the white jade crown in her arms. Yang Pingan looked at her back. He hadn't worn the white jade crown when she gave it to her back then.

Only the white jade crown was exchanged for the golden body of the Buddha.

Withdrawing his gaze, he met Xue Wuling's icy stare.

"You remember her?"

Xue Wuling approached step by step: "Is she more important than me?"

Seeing Xue Wuling's expression, Yang Pingan knew that something was wrong, and he really had a headache, so he wanted to rush out to escape the internal conflicts in the family: "I'll go out for dinner first."

Xue Wuling quickly grabbed Yang Pingan who was suddenly guilty.

It must be a guilty conscience.

Why are you running without a guilty conscience?

"Who is that woman?"

Yang Pingan was grabbed by the back collar and had nowhere to escape. He frowned and thought something was wrong. Was he afraid of Xue Wuling?

The next moment the door was pressed: "Who is that woman?"

Well, he was indeed afraid of Xue Wuling. There was a huge disparity in physical strength between the two of them, so he had a psychological shadow.

"Are you angry with me because of a woman?" Yang Ping'an turned against the guest, with deceitful and vicious eyes.

Xue Wuling looked at Ping'an's high momentum, his watery eyes flickered coldly, he definitely had no chance of winning.

First, grasp Ping'an's wrist accurately, avoid eyes and push the person close to the corner to kiss, and it's over.

Xue Wuling unexpectedly discovered something different, his peace seemed to be less resistant to his contact.

With his hands on his chest, the strength of resistance was so small that it almost didn't exist, and his ears were red and he gasped.

Yang Ping'an only felt that his eyes were full of stars, his body was full of heat, and he pressed against Xue Wuling's chest to push away the person who was infinitely approaching him. He obviously used all his strength, but his arms were so limp that he couldn't find the point.

He could only curl his knuckles and grab the fabric under his hand, and the hand holding his wrist touched the back of his hand and covered it, rubbing it lightly.

After a long while, Yang Ping'an opened his eyes in embarrassment and met Xue Wuling's downcast gaze.

Xue Wuling looked at Ping An's wet eyes, his ears were flushed from panic and he pretended to be calm, Xue Wuling's Adam's apple was rolling, and he couldn't help but want to do something else.

"Safety……"

Listening to Xue Wuling's hoarse voice calling to him, Yang Pingan found that there was a hot current surging in his body, and restless tiny itching wandered silently in his limbs and bones.

Yang Pingan felt this feeling for the first time. Frowning, he pushed Xue Wuling away, and escaped sideways from the narrow gap between Xue Wuling and the corner of the wall.

The heart in the chest was beating, like a rabbit was about to jump out, holding the glass to drink a glass of ice water, the fingertips felt hot against the glass.

It seems that some strange sluice has been opened.

Accustomed to going to bed early, at night wrapped in a thin quilt and leaning against the pillow to watch the moonlight outside the window, the sound of Xi Suo coming from the end of the bed, Yang Pingan closed his eyes and pretended to be in a deep sleep.

The sound approached little by little, and Yang Ping'an's mind remembered that when he was in the small bamboo house in the back mountain, he always heard such a sound in the middle of the night.

He was hugged quietly, and his warm hands were inserted into the quilt. He woke up quickly and looked at the visitor with disapproval.

But the man's face was harmless, and his hands were still reckless in his clothes.

Now that the cold hand came in, Yang Pingan closed his eyes and did not move. He embraced him with a wide embrace, tightened it a little bit and pulled it into his arms, and his soft lips touched his ear: "Ping An, I want you."

Yang Pingan couldn't lie down anymore, struggled slightly, closed his eyes and reprimanded him impatiently: "Don't make trouble, I want to sleep."

"Peace...sleep with me." Thanks to the day's events, Xue Wuling vaguely felt that he touched something terrible, and now he was holding on tightly, and it was impossible to let go.

"Don't follow Zanling online to learn these useless words."

When it comes to surfing the Internet, Xue Wuling has another distressed feeling: "Ping An, I will work hard to become warm. Last time you let me understand the structure of the human body, I have understood it well."

Yang Pingan couldn't lie down anymore, and opened a slit to glance at the distressed person seriously: "What do you understand?"

"Ping An, you don't like being cold in your body, do you?"

Yang Ping'an opened his eyes wide, completely allergic to the sudden stupid words: "I don't like the heat, get out of here!"

Before he had time to make any moves, Yang Ping'an was already restricted in the scope of his free activities. Xue Wuling easily suppressed him: "Why? Didn't you like it last time?"

Yang Pingan did not expect that Xue Wuling would dare to bring up the old story again. He admitted his mistakes honestly before, but now he brought it up again knowingly. Yang Pingan was trapped between the bed and Xue Wuling, and his face turned red with anger.

Xue Wuling tightly restrained him, and unceremoniously poked his hands down again.

It's not just about repeating old things, but also knowingly committing crimes.

Xue Wuling approached Yang Ping'an's side face, and whispered in his ear: "Ping'an, last time you first proposed to try to contact me, but after you were interrupted, you regretted it."

Yang Pingan didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, and felt guilty for a moment: "I was too busy at that time... There were so many things to do, and it was easy to forget such things."

"Do you remember now?"

Yang Pingan clamped his legs in panic: "Xue Wuling, don't make trouble... I... I..." After muttering for a long time, Yang Pingan turned his head and hid his face in the pillow, the red ears were particularly obvious.

"I do not feel well……"

"Peace, that's not what your body says."

"I..." Yang Pingan swallowed, "I...afraid..."

He doesn't have such a strong heart as Li Daoxuan, who can endure that kind of torture.

In other words, Li Daoxuan is not strong, as happy as his body is, his soul is suffering, fearful, guilty, and ashamed.

Every night when he was hugged by Xue Wuling from behind, he could pretend to be calm, but the humiliation of being dragged into the abyss and destroying everything like that made Yang Pingan feel lingering in his heart.

Xue Wuling lowered his head to kiss his side face and forehead: "Peace, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Yang Pingan could only curl up his body as hard as he could: "Go out first, don't make it so strange."

Not only did Xue Wuling not plan to go out, but he even got closer: "What's so strange?"

Yang Ping'an has already started to tremble. It is impossible for him to do a shameful act like opening his thighs, which means opening up the right to use his body.

Xue Wuling looked at Ping An's unbearable humiliation, and asked with a smile: "You obviously like Ping An, why not face it more honestly."

Yang Pingan avoided all of Xue Wuling's sight. He was in a completely weak position, and he just wanted to hide himself safely first.

Night was too dangerous for him.

Especially when thinking of all the marks that Xue Wuling left on him with his body in the past, it really challenged his limits.

Yang Pingan chooses to refuse, he will not feed this tiger anymore, whoever loves will sacrifice his life.

But Xue Wuling has already grasped the shortcomings of Ping An: "At least, first fulfill the promise to me, right? Didn't you agree to comfort each other?"

"I don't need..." Yang Ping'an was already in a daze and forgot that he had never said such a thing at all. It was obviously just a hint at that time, implying that the two of them could try that.

It was not his turn to say whether he needed it or not, he was lying on the bed and Xue Wuling forced each other to comfort each other.

At the end of the day, his ears were still buzzing and his mind was dizzy. Xue Wuling cleaned up and covered him with a quilt, and hugged him outside the quilt.

Yang Ping'an's right to speak disappeared on the bed, and it took a long time to wake up, huddled in the quilt and depressed, he felt ashamed of himself, because he felt empty after the pleasure, and wanted more faintly in his heart.

Xue Wuling saw through his duplicity of pure love and peace, and hugged him in his arms, regardless of whether he was depressed or not, and kissed him a few times: "Sleep and be safe."

Yang Ping'an gripped the pillow tightly with his fingers, closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.

But the person behind him hugged him too tightly, even though the quilt was separated, this posture was enough to make Yang Pingan uncomfortable, and he fell asleep vaguely after enduring it for a long time.

The author has something to say: In fact, I want to write a thick-skinned one, but I always feel that I can’t be shy and flirt (disappointed)