The red candle was shining, and a person in a fiery red wedding clothes was sitting on a high bed with longan dates tied to it. The face under the veil was timid and sad, reflecting a sense of helplessness.

“You are really suitable for red.”

The drunk person gazed with fascination, holding the person’s face with affection and fierceness, displaying obvious desires.

Yu Hua just felt the flush on his face spreading to his whole body. He pushed Er Zhu’s shoulder and gasped slightly: “Husband, wait …”

“Don’t push me, don’t reject me, OK? I really like you; I really like it …”

“… We haven’t drunk the wedding wine yet.”

“You want to use any reason to lie to me and escape from me.”

Er Zhu, with a slight struggle, pinned Yu Hua to the quilt. His fingers lingered down from Yu Hua’s white shoulders, his lips moving to his neck:

“I regret the hesitation of that night. If I had taken you earlier and let you have a child, would our ending be different? … But it’s okay, we are married now. Lian Zhou, I won’t let you run away this time.”

Crazy.

A new wooden shop selling furniture opened opposite the medical clinic, a gift from the Yu family to Er Zhu.

Over time, Er Zhu and Yu Hua grew more familiar. It developed to the point where Er Zhu would come over for meals every few days.

He never came empty-handed, always bringing his own wine and meat.

Shan Yu found it strange: “Aren’t you married? Why doesn’t anyone cook for you?”

“I moved out the day after the wedding. Don’t you know who I am? How can I let them cook for me?”

Together with Wan Qiu, Shan Yu often watched Er Zhu, standing at the door of the shop looking toward the medical clinic. He knew Er Zhu couldn’t let go of Lian Zhou and couldn’t help but persuade: “Since you got married, why not live together? It’s not right to live in the store.”

Er Zhu scoffed disdainfully: “I’d rather be a ghost than live with him.”

Thus, the first impression people made was really important. For example, Yu Hua, who was entirely stuck with the image of being forced into marriage, found it difficult to change that perception.

Shan Yu and Wan Qiu exchanged glances and didn’t speak further.

Emotional matters were always known best by those involved, and it was hard to persuade them otherwise.

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In late October, the theater began to show performances about the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin, sparking interest.

Fortunately, Wan Qiu only liked “Dream of the Red Mansion”. After hearing the finale, he bought a book and read it at home. Otherwise, someone else might have emptied his wallet …

Shan Yu, paying an old man from his sleeve, said: “After the show, go home early to eat. Pay attention to safety on the road …”

Grandpa Yaba nodded, and along with friends like Uncle Zhang and Uncle Li, leisurely left together.

Shan Yu watched a few old men leave, then turned to see Wan Qiu behind him, holding the little bun in his arms, a book clutched to his chest.

“Husband, read it for me.”

This small request was nothing, but Shan Yu’s heart resisted.

The four classic novels were valuable cultural heritage. Now that they had been distorted into this ghostly form, it was unbearable.

Especially in “Dream of the Red Mansion,” Lin Daiyu, originally a sorrowful girl, was turned into a shuanger, just like a man. It was too gruesome.

Shan Yu’s eyes hurt. He didn’t want to read it and pushed the request off: “I have limited literacy. I’m afraid I can’t do it justice.”

“It’s okay,” Wan Qiu said intimately. “Just read what you can. I want to hear it.”

After Lian Zhou gone, Wan Qiu returned to a state of loneliness, now with a child in tow. On weekdays, Shan Yu and Grandpa Yaba kept him company, but Wan Qiu often found himself alone and wanting to listen to books.

Shan Yu softened at the sight of Wan Qiu’s pleading eyes and could only sigh. He applied his eye drops, then returned to pat the small chair in front of the window: “Come, lay down in my arms.”

In the gentle sunlight, the family of three was content.

“Once upon a time, there was a Jia family in Jinling City …”

Shan Yu’s voice was low and soothing. After a while, he noticed the little bun in the cradle falling asleep. He glanced at Wan Qiu, whose eyes were also drooping as he clutched the book.

“Husband…” Wan Qiu snuggled into Shan Yu’s arms, like a kitten seeking warmth. “What are we having for dinner?”

“I heard there’s a new chef at the restaurant next door. He’s supposed to be really good. I booked a table for us.”

Wan Qiu perked up, no longer sleepy, and wrapped his arms around Shan Yu’s waist: “Does he make hot pot too?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I heard the guys at the store talking about it. They said the hot pot is delicious and really popular. People line up every day.”

“Do you want to try it?”

“Yes, I heard hot pot is cooked in a copper pot and has to be dipped in ingredients. It sounds so novel… but it’s a bit expensive…” Wan Qiu reached out and touched Shan Yu’s arm. “Is that okay?”

Shan Yu smiled and kissed Wan Qiu’s forehead: “What’s expensive or not? If you want to eat it, there’s no way I’ll let my beloved go hungry.”

Wan Qiu blushed, his fingers playing with Shan Yu’s. “You’re so good to me, husband.”

“How good? Do you want to take off my clothes to see how good?”

“Hush, nonsense.”

“How is it nonsense? Haven’t you already undone my belt? Or did you undo my belt without wanting to undress me?”

“Husband, you… oh~”

Shan Yu kissed him without warning. He loved this playful way of interacting with Wan Qiu and the intoxicating feeling of their breath mixing.

“Wan Qiu, open your mouth…”

“Husband… mmm…”

Wan Qiu looked at Shan Yu through the haze of passion, noticing the burning intensity in his dark eyes, a desire that was palpable.

The intense heat between them felt like magma ready to erupt.

Shan Yu held the back of Wan Qiu’s head, his kisses deepening with a shuddering intensity.

“Aren’t you sleepy? Why not sleep?”

Their foreheads touched, noses brushing, and a thin thread of saliva still connecting their lips.

Wan Qiu licked his lips unconsciously, his tongue grazing Shan Yu’s lips, which were promptly sucked gently.

“Hmm!” Wan Qiu whimpered, weakly pushing Shan Yu’s chest with a fist, unable to exert any real force.

“If you’re not sleepy, do you want to do something else?” Shan Yu’s lips curled into a suggestive smile.

“…” Wan Qiu glanced at the little bun beside them, his face turning red. “Go to bed.”

“No need.”

“Ah? Do you want to do it here?” Wan Qiu glanced at the open window, hesitating: “It’s not good.”

“There is nothing bad.” Shan Yu reached out and squeezed heavily on Wan Qiu’s buttocks, got up and dodged the light to eat an ear: “Come, Wan Qiu, give me your ears.”

One pool of spring water had nowhere to go in Wan Qiu: “…” He knew it!

Note

Shan Yu didn’t want to have sex in the original Shan Yu’s body. Also, lol, I just realized that I keep calling the baby as little bun haha. I should’ve called it little baby, but I got so used to the little bun I hope you guys won’t mind^^