Chapter 1: If You Can......

Zhou Ziyu bit his lip tightly with his upper teeth, looked at the panting Jiang Suhe with a confused look, and stretched out his jade hand to help him wipe the sweat from his head in a daze.

The flush floated on his cheeks, and for a moment the spring swelled between his eyebrows and eyes, and Zhou Ziyu, who had begun to have a feminine charm, was even more charming at the moment.

The bumpy figure exudes a unique charm that is different from the past, and the hazy curves make Jiang Suhe even harder.

After a hearty experience, Jiang Suhe lay quietly on Zhou Ziyu's body, panting and breathing while looking absent-minded.

Zhou Ziyu seemed to feel the coldness and rubbed his body against Jiang Suhe's side again, playfully playing with the tip of Jiang Suhe's nose with his hair.

"Is Uncle tired?"

As soon as Jiang Suhe heard Zhou Ziyu's question, he immediately sat up straight: "Heh, joke, men can't say tired." ”

"Then what do you want?" Zhou Ziyu frowned, feeling the warmth brought by Jiang Suhe dissipate, wrapped the quilt tightly and only showed his head to look at Jiang Suhe.

"Nothing. Jiang Suhe sighed and lit a cigarette to swallow the clouds and smoke.

Zhou Ziyu glared at Jiang Suhe angrily: "Didn't you quit smoking?"

"A cigarette ...... afterwards" Jiang Suhe was about to say with a smile, but was covered by the shy Zhou Ziyu.

"Don't talk nonsense. ”

Jiang Suhe blinked to show that he understood, and Zhou Ziyu pouted and let go of his hand.

"Uncle, if you have money for smoking, you might as well get a fitness card, you see that now the abdominal muscles are all one. Zhou Ziyu leaned on Jiang Suhe's body, and his onion fingers gently drew circles on Jiang Suhe's abdomen.

Jiang Suhe narrowed his eyes: "Looking for little fresh meat with eight-pack abs?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Ziyu sat up straight and looked at Jiang Suhe with a serious face, "Why do you always mention these things recently?"

Seeing that Zhou Ziyu was angry, Jiang Suhe didn't dare to joke anymore, and hurriedly went up and began to coax the sullen Zhou Ziyu.

Zhou Ziyu was not angry, but Jiang Suhe's yin and yang weird tone made her a little uncomfortable, and now seeing that Jiang Suhe had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, she naturally forgave him and pecked Jiang Suhe in the face.

"Good night, Uncle Giro. ”

"Good night. ”

Zhou Ziyu seemed to be tired and soon fell asleep peacefully.

Only Jiang Suhe was left staring at the ceiling.

He whispered, "Ziyu." It's not that I don't trust you, I don't trust myself......"

"If I can ......"

"Well, I don't want those ethereal. ”

Kang So-hyuk closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

Night.

The moonlight gently sprinkled on Jiang Suhe's body through the gauze curtain, Jiang Suhe seemed to be dreaming, he didn't know what he dreamed of, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

Jiang Suhe didn't know when he had a strange ability, which he himself called an ability.

It's that he rarely dreams, but every dream he makes is a lucid dream. (Note: Lucid dreaming is a state in which the dreamer remains conscious during sleep, and the dreamer can have the ability to think and remember when he is awake in the dream.) In short, to be able to control your dreams)

He had a lucid dream tonight.

In the dream, he was still in his own house, but when he opened the door, he saw Ziyu beside a young man as if no one was there, but what was even more strange was that the man actually gave him a strange sense of affinity.

Vaguely, Jiang Suhe heard someone whispering something in his ear, but the voice was far and near, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

He listened carefully for a long time before he understood the meaning of the speaker's staccato words.

"Do you want to be younger?"

If it was the original Jiang Suhe, he would flatly reject this absurd wish, but today......

He nodded his head in a ghostly manner.

The voice in his ears suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding environment became dark, and Jiang Suhe's own consciousness gradually drifted away......

…………………………………………………………

It was morning when I woke up again.

"Ugh"

Jiang Suhe subconsciously raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight.

"Ziyu, help me draw the curtains. ”

But as soon as the words came out, it felt a little strange.

I can't say it for a while.

"Who is Ziyu?" a slightly angry voice came from the side.

"My girlfriend. Jiang Suhe had not fully regained consciousness and replied in a daze.

Wait a minute......

"?"

Someone else in the family?

Jiang Suhe opened his eyes, and what should have been in his eyes was his familiar bedroom, but at this moment, it became a strange place.

Where is this?

"This isn't my own home?"

Jiang Suhe hurriedly sat up straight and looked around, the room was not spacious, but the furnishings were quite elegant.

The familiar bookcase is gone, replaced by a desk.

The new desktop is gone, but there is a notebook on the desk.

The door of the wardrobe is open, and it is not all black and pressed suits, but all kinds of casual T-shirts or something.

The original double bed was turned into a single bed.

The law journals placed on the bedside table have been turned into textbooks.

And also......

Jiang Suhe turned his head slowly, but was shocked to find a middle-aged woman standing next to the bed, who seemed to be very familiar and kind, but Jiang Suhe remembered that he had never seen her anywhere.

"What about Ziyu?" Jiang Suhe asked thoughtlessly.

But after asking Jiang Suhe, he regretted it, because Jiang Suhe noticed that the middle-aged woman's face instantly lowered after hearing his question.

"Ziyu, what Ziyu, are you kid in early love?"

"Not only did you fall in love, but you also learned to scold?

"Isn't this your home? What's the matter?

"And I told you not to play stupid to me here, don't you just want to pretend to be sick and not go to school? The middle-aged woman kept accusing Jiang Suhe like a bead, and didn't give him a chance to react.

After speaking, he didn't seem to feel that it was too much, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Suhe's ear fiercely and twisted it.

Jiang Suhe looked confused.

Go to school, what do you go to? Why have you been working for a long time?

If you want to say that Ziyu is in early love, can I still believe it?

What about Ziyu?

Who is she?

What the hell is this?

He was in a daze, but suddenly he felt a pain coming from his ear.

"Eh, it hurts, it hurts, Mom, I'm wrong, Mom, don't pull it. Jiang Suhe blurted out subconsciously.

Mother?

Then I finally realized that something was wrong.

I'm talking about...... Huaxia?

"Do you still know that I am your mother?" the middle-aged woman sneered, "Get up and eat, don't want to fool around and not go to school." ”

Jiang Suhe's eyes were dull, but his head was chaotic.

I...... What's going on?