The hot tongue licked the broken soft flesh, causing slight pain and trembling in the teeth.

It was still the same recipe, and it was still the same place, but this time, it seemed to have something else.

Wan Qiu pulled Shan Yu’s hair and raised his head with red eyes, feeling that the indescribable gap seemed to be filled.

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Shan Yu had a dream, in which he was touching the bones of Wan Qiu.

His slender and powerful fingers went all the way down…

He was a little strange about his own behavior. He just felt the bones when he wanted to, so why did he still take advantage of others?

Shan Yu opened his eyes and found that he was holding Wan Qiu under him, and he was leaning against him with a red face. Both of them looked disheveled.

He was startled, and after touching something with his fingers, he woke up completely.

It was already dark outside the window, and the night wind blew in a few falling wintersweet petals, which fell brightly red on the temples of Wan Qiu.

Shan Yu didn’t know what to do for a moment. He looked at Wan Qiu who was in a state of confusion beneath him. He was in a dilemma and fell directly into Wan Qiu’s neck.

Pretending to be asleep.

Wan Qiu was stunned for a moment. He didn’t expect Shan Yu to fall asleep at such a time. He bit his lip in embarrassment, pushed the person who had set fire and left him alone, and called him: “Husband? Husband? Wake up.”

“Husband?”

Shan Yu: “…” ‘At this time, shouldn’t you push me away quickly and help me to the bed? What does wake me up mean?’

“Husband?” Wan Qiu was unable to get up due to the weight of Shan Yu. He waited for a long time, then pushed him hard and struggled to sit up.

His chest was covered with saliva, and when the wind blew it, the sting wound hurt.

Wan Qiu glanced sadly at Shan Yu, who was sleeping on the side, and got up to close the window.

When Shan Yu heard the rustling noise, he quietly opened his eyes, and his nosebleed almost flowing.

Wan Qiu had no clothes on, and from the angle of Shan Yu lying down, he could see everything at a glance.

His skin was tender and white, and his hair was draped over his shoulders, with a hint of the eupatorium japonicum fragrance.

Shan Yu’s eyes went up from Wan Qiu’s slender calves to his soft waist, and found that his buttocks were quite perky.

Wan Qiu closed the windows and sunk down, put on the clothes scattered on the ground one by one, in front of a peeping person.

Shan Yu had never felt that time was so difficult to pass. He saw Wan Qiu was almost dressed and closed his eyes again. When he wanted to get up, he felt someone support his chin.

It was rare for Wan Qiu to look at Shan Yu so openly and in a daze. He touched Shan Yu’s face and was lost in thought for a long time. Then he closed his eyes and kissed him with a slight blush.

The shadow of the candle swayed, and the figures on the window got closer and closer, and finally they overlapped.

Lian Zhou, who was spying on the wall, was stunned and fell out, causing the melted snow on the wall to fall noisily.

Wan Qiu was startled when he heard the movement outside the window. He quickly got up and opened the door to take a look. He saw it was dark outside and there was nothing else in the small courtyard except a large piece of snow that fell from the east wall.

Shan Yu turned sideways when he heard the sound of the door closing, and touched his lips with his fingers uncontrollably.

The first kiss he had saved for his future wife for so many years… was gone!

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Lian Zhou had become very silent recently. Specifically, he was having a cold war with Shan Yu.

Shan Yu didn’t pay attention at first, but later when he found out that Lian Zhou refused to ask for money from him, he was very surprised and took the initiative to give him a banknote: “Did your pocket money disappear a long time ago? Are you still angry with me, and have you changed all your lavish ways?”

Lian Zhou was reading a copy of “Dream of Red Mansions.” There were also several classics on the table such as “Journey to the West,” “Water Margin,” and “The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.”

Obviously, the person who wrote these things was also a time traveler like them.

These four masterpieces, which had been immortalized for generations, were also masterpieces that were never tired of being read in modern times. He could imagine the sensation they caused when placed here.

Even Wan Qiu, who didn’t know a single Chinese character, could discuss a few sentences with Shan Yu about the plot of “Dream of Red Mansions” and vaguely yearned for the legendary deviant and perfect love between two people for a lifetime.

That was right, this time-traveler with the pen name [Yun Zhongjun] made random changes to the characters and plot in “Dream of Red Mansions.”

The sentimental Lin Daiyu became a shuanger of low status with cheerful personality. Not only did he and his master Jia Baoyu pursue freedom and equality, but he was also asked by him to stay together for the rest of their lives.

In the original work, Jia Baoyu, who did not like reading and not much loved, became a concubine son who was suppressed by his family but successfully pursued an official career. He fell in love with Lin Daiyu, the slave who served him, and even contradicted his father and brother for him. He was a man who was desperate for love, an infatuated boy.

The two people in the book not only came together through many obstacles, but Jia Baoyu, the concubine son, even defeated his brother, the legitimate son, and won the position of family heir. He was also a highly respected minister and refused the emperor’s marriage offer.

This book had only been serialized up to this point, and the enjoyment had reached another climax.

Shan Yu flipped through the other three famous books. Not surprisingly, they were all tampered with like “Dream of Red Mansions.”

“Don’t touch my things!” Lian Zhou grabbed the book in Shan Yu’s hand and chased him away: “I don’t want to see you! Get out!”

Shan Yu frowned. He glanced at the miscellaneous books on Lian Zhou’s table, then looked at the new furniture in his room and all the dazzling gadgets. His eyes were fixed on Lian Zhou’s forehead.

The forehead was inlaid with red jade and was worth a lot of money.

“Where did you get the money to buy these things?”

“Does it have anything to do with you?”

“Let me ask you again, where did you get the money?”

“I didn’t steal or rob.” Lian Zhou looked at Shan Yu with a deliberately proud expression: “I got it by having sex with someone else.”

“Lian Zhou!” Shan Yu frowned: “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m just a prostitute, didn’t you also say that?”

“I just want you to recognize your current identity and don’t look down on others. When did I say you are a prostitute?”

“Yes! I am a prostitute! I want to make money with this face! Why do you care?” Lian Zhou said and pushed Shan Yu out of the door and told him to get out.

Shan Yu clenched his fists and slapped the door: “Lian Zhou! How dare you mess around! Let me see if I don’t kill you!”

“Just do your own business and don’t touch mine! Believe it or not, I’ll find a beggar to sleep with! I’m so angry with you!”

Shan Yu was really angry. On one hand, he didn’t believe that Lian Zhou would do such a stupid thing, but on the other hand, he was afraid that he would do it impulsively.

He exerted 120,000 points of brain power thinking about Lian Zhou, and found that except for one Er Zhu, this guy didn’t interact with anyone at all.

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In a secluded alley, Lian Zhou was pushed against the wall by Er Zhu and kissed wantonly.

“Lian Zhou…” Er Zhu held Lian Zhou in his arms and said with some confusion: “We haven’t seen each other for a few days. Do you miss me?”

Lian Zhou glanced at the slender figure at the entrance of the alley, and his hands lowered from Er Zhu’s shoulder as he was kissed deeper.

Note

I never read Dream of Red Mansions, but from what I heard, it was about Jin Baoyu who has special bond with his cousin, Lin Daiyu but he has marriage agreement with another cousin Xue Baochai.

But the remade one sure too much, a concubine son should never ride over the legitimate heir just like a husband could not let his concubine climb over his main wife’s head. Ancient China was very strict about bloodline and status.