# 323 - Fishing: Green Silk Echo Song

Late at night, Qin Wenge fell asleep with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qin Wenyu opened his eyes, his eyes were as white as ice.

He cautiously slipped out of Qin Wenge's embrace.

Qin Wenge slept sweetly, like a cute little piglet, chirping.

Qin Wenyu's fingers ran over his cheek and slowly swiped to his forehead.

He found the fiery red in his thick white hair, and brushed it again.

After smoothing it out, Qin Wenyu moved his lips again and silently recited a few incantations. He blew on the strands of hair, and the red hair fell.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Wenge's silver-white hair seemed to be soaked in ink, and it was dyed black in a drowsy manner.

Qin Wenge's appearance was a little less angry and lonely in the blink of an eye, and a little more warm and green.

Qin Wenyu put the completely lifeless rusty red hair into his arms.

He got dressed and prepared to leave.

When I got to the door, I turned back again.

Qin Wenyu landed a light kiss on the forehead of the sleeping Qin Wenge.

Even if it's a farewell.

Throw away a friend, and it should be neat and tidy when it is broken.

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Rumors return to square one

Qin asked the rumor: I heard that Popo changed the appearance of the ninth brother again - changed back to his original appearance. Tut.

Qin Wenyan: Hehe, he likes to beat around the bend. After going around for a long time to return to the original point, it was boring enough. Rumors, let's do something that isn't boring!

Qin asked: Are you finished?! Isn't it also the same and indescribable, and it's back to square one when it's done?! Get out of the way, I'm going to watch the live broadcast of the annual palace maid draft.

Qin asked: Why do you still watch such a spicy-eyed wilting Doria palace maid's underwear show? If you don't believe in labor and management, you won't be bent!

Qin asked: Brother Yan, do you want to sleep on the floor tonight?

Qin Wenyan (was made into a butter cake by Brother Yan's three words): Oh, rumors, I didn't say anything. I said, I said I would like to accompany you to watch the palace maids' underwear show. Ahahahaha.

Half an hour later.

Qin Wenyan wrapped his hands around Qin Wenyu's waist and fell asleep on his knees, his saliva wetting his silk brocade pants.

Qin Wenyu wiped the saliva from the corner of Qin Wenyan's mouth with a handkerchief, and smiled lightly: Brother Yan, when you were seven years old, you spat on me, and when you were seventeen years old, you hugged me and drooled. You're not just back to square one—you're back to the light, aren't you?

Qin Wenyan took off his robe and covered Qin Wenyan's body, and smiled a little softly: But ah, you are like this now, much cuter than before.