He Nian straightened his back and realized that he was still wearing stockings and suspenders. He always felt uncomfortable. The stockings felt strange against the sofa. He could only try to distract himself:

"Sir, let's make dumplings to eat tomorrow. My family eats dumplings on New Year's Day."

Chu Xijin chuckled when he heard this: "Your Aunt Liang started reminding me two weeks ago that she would take you back to the old house for dinner on New Year's Day. She would be happy to make dumplings for you."

"Is Xiaohan going back too?"

"Whatever he wants."

In the New Year, he remembered that Chu Han always complained to him about wanting to eat sauced meat pie but not having the chance:

"Then I'll call and ask tomorrow morning."

Chu Xijin was noncommittal, put away the cotton swab and patted his butt:

"Take off your stockings and take you to take a shower."

He Nian obediently raised his legs, and the hem of his skirt was piled up to the base of his thighs. His white cotton underwear was slightly damp, and he endured the shame of not closing his legs together.

Chu Xijin reached out and grabbed the stockings and underwear and slowly pulled them down. The wonderful friction of the silk material spread. He Nian felt shy and a little excited. He put his arms around the man's neck and kissed his lips:

"Sir." He nestled in the man's arms with a look of nostalgia on his face, and a deep sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

"I miss you so much, I can't sleep well..."

He was not used to sleeping alone these days. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he always subconsciously looked for a warm embrace. Every time he hung up on the phone and hung up the video, he looked at the empty room and his mood instantly dropped. He could only count on his fingers. Have a good time.

He was thirsty for too long, and his little lover hugged him and acted like a baby.

Reason was quickly lost. Chu Xijin's breathing was heavy and rapid. He hugged her tightly in his arms and grabbed the hem of his skirt with a rough movement. He Nian hurriedly held it down and exclaimed:

"Don't tear it apart..."

This was the only thing left on him, and it was already messy during the pulling. Chu Xijin unbuttoned the buttons with one hand, and threw the coat casually on the sofa. He caught He Nian's legs with his big hands, pushed them to both sides, and pressed them down, lowering his head to bite his legs. Lip licking:

"Again, who am I?"

Half of He Nian's face was sunk into the velvet pillow, and the man's strong body was reflected in his eyes. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he grabbed Chu Xijin's arm and said in a trembling voice:

"......husband."

"Hold my shoulders and say it again."

He Nian braced himself on the sofa and adjusted his position with difficulty. His face was red and dripping with blood. He put his arms around Chu Xijin's neck and lay on the man's shoulder. Before he could speak, he was forced to lose control of his voice and tears immediately rolled down his face.

The hot breath filled the air in the room.

In the middle of the night, Chu Xijin took someone to take a shower. The heavy snow stopped at some point, and the bright moonlight illuminated the lonely winter night.

The two of them were always closely connected in the bathroom. He Nian was half asleep and half awake. He felt someone rubbing his head and washing his hair. He hummed in comfort, and occasionally kicked his legs and frowned to express resistance.

Chu Xijin woke up first the next morning. The person in his arms had his little face pressed against his neck. His whole body was extremely hot. His brows were wrinkled unconsciously. When he reached out and touched it, he found that the temperature was not normal at all.

I have a fever during the New Year.

Chu Xijin's heart skipped a beat and he quickly got up to find a thermometer. He then went to the bathroom to wet a towel and wipe someone's face.

It has been snowing in City F for the past few days, with temperatures below minus 10 degrees. Yesterday, I was busy rehearsing for the New Year. People in the gym were air-conditioned as they walked in and out. The costumes were already thin, and last night... I had sex without restraint.

High fever 38.7 degrees.

Chu Xijin probably knew the cause of the fever, so he cursed in a low voice, not to mention regretting it in his heart. After calling Wen Zhiru, he went back to bed and lay down to take care of the New Year greetings.

"gentlemen......"

The latter seemed to be awake but couldn't open his eyes. His cheeks were burning red, his breathing became weak, and his moist eyelashes were trembling slightly. He looked very pitiful, and fell asleep again after a while.

Wen Zhiru brought a medical kit with him when he came. It's not easy to ask others for this kind of thing, just in case someone who is not discerning makes some bad news.

He probably checked the situation of the New Year's greetings. He didn't even lift the quilt. He put the IV on and signaled to go to the living room to talk so as not to disturb the patient.

"Cold and cold, it's not a big problem..." Wen Zhiru said, taking two bottles of ointment and placing them on the table, raising his eyebrows and saying to Chu Xijin:

"Thanks to his good health, he takes this medicine twice a day. The medicine in the hospital is very effective."

Chu Xijin, who has been competing in the business world all year round, felt his cheeks feel a little hot at the moment.

"It's snowing, please run away."

"They're all from our own family, so what's the trouble? Si Yao was quite worried when I heard that my younger sister-in-law is sick." Wen Zhiru said as he packed the medicine box, and looked in the direction of the bedroom again, this time with a slightly more serious tone. :

"In the past week, it's best not to have sex for ten days and let him have a good rest."

Chu Xijin held back the words that came to her lips, sent the person to the door, and then returned to the bedroom.

"Sir, let's make dumplings to eat tomorrow. My family wants to eat dumplings on New Year's Day..."

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