Now that things had come to this point, Shan Yu knew it was pointless to dwell too much on it. Besides, Wan Qiu had done nothing wrong. He shouldn’t have to pay for it.

After the medical clinic reopened following a long absence, Shan Yu took Wan Qiu shopping and let him buy whatever he wanted.

It was a way to reduce stress and make Wan Qiu happy.

Shan Yu knew he had neglected Wan Qiu during this time, but he had a straightforward personality and couldn’t express his feelings with sweet words. So, he did his best to compensate silently and please him.

Spending money was the simplest and most effective way—nothing else…

Shan Yu attempted to draw eyebrows for Wan Qiu, but his fingers, no longer as strong as before, struggled under the weight of the pencil.

He tried hard for a long time, but the drawing remained crooked.

Sighing softly, Shan Yu smiled at Wan Qiu, trying to appear relaxed. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to draw your eyebrows until I get better.”

He didn’t like seeing him wear makeup, but Wan Qiu’s eyebrows were usually drawn by his own hands.

The hand, faintly scented with medicine, was once slender and powerful. It used to draw beautiful brows for Wan Qiu like distant mountains, and could lift the little bun with ease. But now, it struggled even to hold a tiny needle.

Wan Qiu shed tears of distress. Fearful that Shan Yu would dislike seeing him cry, he quickly turned away and wiped them.

Shan Yu truly disliked seeing Wan Qiu cry, so he frowned. “Why are you crying again?”

“It’s nothing. I was just thinking…” Wan Qiu held Shan Yu’s hand, injured and all. “Husband, how’s your hand feeling?”

“Are you sad if it doesn’t get better?” Shan Yu raised an eyebrow. “What if I become useless?”

“No!” Wan Qiu shook his head, tears falling. He covered Shan Yu’s mouth and choked up. “Grandpa Yaba is a miracle doctor! He’ll cure you. Even if he can’t, I’ll take care of you. Don’t be sad…”

Shan Yu burst out laughing, wondering who in the world was feeling sad these days?

“Okay, stop crying. Your eyes are all red.”

“Um, I won’t cry anymore. Husband, please don’t dislike me.”

“Wan Qiu…”

“Yes?”

“…here.”

Shan Yu patted his thigh and asked Wan Qiu to sit up. Seeing his shyness, he smiled and said, “Anyway, my hand is injured now. I can’t hold you or force you. If you don’t want to, I can’t force you.”

How could Wan Qiu be unwilling? He couldn’t be any happier, okay?

Wan Qiu wiped his tears and sat on Shan Yu’s lap. He felt a little embarrassed because he it was quite long since the two were close. He put his hands around Shan Yu’s neck and didn’t dare to look at him.

Shan Yu kissed Wan Qiu’s face, patted his backside, and said in a warm voice, “You’ve been wronged these days. Don’t be angry with me, okay?”

A straight man who had never been in a relationship always spoke directly and didn’t know how to say anything nice. Fortunately, Wan Qiu was gentle and easy to coax. He nodded to show that he didn’t mind.

“Husband, then don’t be angry with me, okay?”

“I’m not angry.”

“But you haven’t been paying attention to me.” Wan Qiu still cared about Shan Yu’s neglect these days; his eyes red with grievance. “You haven’t been paying attention to the child either.”

“Can I apologize then?” Shan Yu rubbed Wan Qiu’s head, leaned down, and kissed his lips gently. “I’ve been in a bad mood lately. I didn’t mean to neglect you. Can you please stop being angry?”

“Then, husband, please hold the child.”

“I just want to hold you.”

“Husband…”

After a while, Shan Yu realized the reality. He couldn’t hold the little bun if he wanted to.

The little guy had been close with him since they lived together. But Shan Yu was in a depressed mood before. So, he didn’t take care of the little bun for a while and now the child didn’t recognize him.

It was as if Shan Yu was in junior high school and the little bun was in kindergarten. The father and son stared at each other for a long time, neither willing to compromise.

Forget about hugging; as soon as Shan Yu got closer, the little guy stuck out his butt and crawled toward the corner of the bed. He grabbed his feet and looked at Wan Qiu with watery eyes, as if seeking protection from a kidnapper.

Shan Yu, feeling inexplicably disliked, sighed. He really had a little white-eyed wolf, didn’t he?

Wan Qiu chuckled, reached out to take the whimpering little one into his arms, gave him a kiss, and pointed at Shan Yu, saying, “Yun’er, this is daddy. Why don’t you recognize him?”

“Woo,” the little bun only recognized Wan Qiu. He kicked his little legs and buried his head in his mother’s arms. His chubby hands clung to Wan Qiu’s clothes, seeking comfort.

Shan Yu had made a lot of efforts to maintain a relationship with his son, but unexpectedly, he accidentally returned to the zero.

Seeing that the little bun ignored him, he thought for a while, took off his clothes, and patted his chest: “Come, son, come and eat from me.”

Wan Qiu: “…”

The little bun: “…”

‘As the saying goes, if you have breasts, you are a mother. But Shan Yu had no breasts, so he was bitten hard.’

“Hiss! It hurts! Wan Qiu! Save me! Wan Qiu!”

Shan Yu originally wanted to sell his body to please the little bun, his chest was strong and his muscle looked beautiful, but the taste was not good.

It was the age when the little bun was growing his teeth and grinding his teeth. When he sucked Wan Qiu, he would bite down on it, and he was even more rude to eat Shan Yu’s muscles, which were unable to have milk.

So, the mothers were all great, but babies… were really too dangerous.

Wan Qiu pinched the little bun’s jaw to make him loosen his mouth. Seeing Shan Yu’s skin being bitten, he laughed and said, “I didn’t dare to breastfeed him now. Husband, you are really brave.”

Shan Yu looked at the strawberry mark on his chest that had been sucked out by the little bun and rubbed his chest with a grin on his face: “How did I know he would bite? Look at him biting me.”

“I’ll give you a blow…”

“…no.”

Shan Yu turned his head and clenched his fists, feeling a little uncomfortable, “It’s getting late, go to sleep.”

.

In ancient times, there were no entertainment projects, and it got dark very early. In the early autumn of August, people stopped around seven or eight o’clock.

Shan Yu couldn’t sleep, so he laid on Wan Qiu’s body and took advantage of him very restrainedly. If his control was better, there wouldn’t have been such closeness.

This body was not his own, Shan Yu reminded himself over and over again.

“Go to sleep.”

Before Shan Yu lost control of his desire, he gathered up Wan Qiu’s middle coat, tightened his arms to hold him, and silently recited the Qingxin mantra a hundred times.

Wan Qiu didn’t know how many times his husband stopped halfway. Listening to his husband’s heartbeat, he doubted Shan Yu’s health…

Was something wrong with his body?

.

The days passed quietly and unconsciously in this manner.

Chang’an, the capital, was thousands of miles away, and Shan Yu couldn’t find out the news about Lian Zhou. When he had time, he would accompany Wan Qiu to the theater to listen to performances. Occasionally, travelers from Chang’an would talk about the capital’s prosperity.

Information about the royal family wasn’t something ordinary people could casually inquire about.

Today was the finale of “Dream of Red Mansions”. Wan Qiu anxiously pulled Shan Yu along. “Husband, hurry up.”

“I’ve reserved a private seat, so there’s no need to rush.”

“But we should hurry. We might be late.”

In fact, not just Wan Qiu, but everyone around them was rushing to the theater to catch the finale, all in a state of anxiety.

Shan Yu protected Wan Qiu as they slowly made their way through the crowd. When they reached the theater entrance, Shan Yu saw someone.

He froze, as excited as he had been when he first saw Lian Zhou in this new world, and whispered, “Big brother!”