In the cold room, Xiahou Huan was lying alone on the bed, without a trace of warm bedding that made his heart feel a little icy.

I don't understand why his guest room is arranged next door to Yi Yun, whether this is intentional, or if he thinks too much.

It's just that when he thinks of Yi Yun, he sleeps next door to himself, and his heart is vaguely filled with a strange smell, although he doesn't know what it feels like, but it's just uncomfortable, tormenting him over and over again in bed.

Could it be that as Yi Yun said at the time, he wanted his body temperature?! Thinking about Xiahou's fantasy trend, he sat up, looked at the quilt with a confused face and a frightened look, and thought: What should I do? Can't sleep? What do I want to ...... He......

Xiahou Huan just tossed and turned on the bed in torment or sat up and was stunned, but Yi Yun was different, he was wearing obscene clothes and wandering around the room indiscriminately, occasionally beating his chest without saying anything, and kicking the table and smashing the chair from time to time.

There is his wife living next door, and he wants to resist the urge to hold him, where is the question of needing a reason, which is clearly indirectly strangling his life.

Want him...... I want to hug him...... What to do? Is it just to admit defeat like this, or to continue to stand firm, waiting for the day when he throws himself into his arms and delivers the newspaper!

After thinking about it like this, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth fiercely, turned around and went back to the bed, and after a while, he heard a slight footstep walking towards his room.

At that time, Yi Yun knew that he didn't just love him and cared about him, this person was so deep engraved in his heart, as long as he made a move, his heart would sink completely.

With his back to everything behind him, familiar like heavy footsteps, approaching him little by little, the cold breath that permeated the room seemed to represent Xiahou Huan's nervousness.

This tension began to condense in the air from the moment the door opened, Yi Yunshi turned his back to the figure walking towards him, his hands were clenched in the quilt, he was telling himself: can't get up, must not get up, this is a test, a test of their love, Xiahou Fan now has the current action, which proves that his chances of winning the bet are relatively large.

Xiahou Huan didn't admit that he lost, but his heart and his actions clearly told him that he had already lost, although he lost one step later than Yi Yunshi, but he still lost because he fell in love.

Calm breathing, trembling body, although not clear but clearly felt.

walked in, walked in slowly, didn't disturb his thoughts, for Xiahou Huan, as long as he was there, as long as he could feel him by his side.

In this way, Xiahou Fan gently lifted the futon, and he quietly got into the quilt without waking up Yi Yun.

The scorching temperature at that moment immediately warmed his cold body, and Xiahou was embarrassed by what he had done, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart for the warmth of this moment.

Yi Yunshi's body pretended to be asleep, because Xiahou Phantom's entry miraculously became a little stiff, and he was melancholy: What should I do...... What to do...... He is not Yanashita Huihui will sit still, and the beauty will be sent into his arms, he can't wait to ask him fiercely, and keep letting his eyes, heart, and body be full of his own traces again and again.

Let him not wipe off, wash off or shake off, so he will be pestered like this, for a lifetime or even longer.