Xu Tai woke up naturally from a sleep, no one made any noise, and even Qing Cang was turned away by him (Qing Cang's heart was collapsing...... ）

In the dream, he also laughed, showing his tongue and licking his little tiger teeth, curled up in the quilt like a big zongzi! I slept very well, and a person came over silently, hugged Xu Tai, wrapped him in the quilt, and Xu Tai angrily got angry: "Bastard Mo Yu! Don't hug me! ”

"Haha, Young Master Tai, look at what time it is, you will be a real big zongzi if you sleep for a few thousand years. Mo Yu took off his shoes and went to bed, pressed on Xu Tai, straightened his messy hair, and threw his hands on the pillow, but he threw them into the air.

Xu Tai buried his head in the quilt like a king, and grinned: "I don't! I don't! You let me sleep for a while, just for a while!" said that this was jumping around in the quilt.

Mo Yu was picked up by the whole company, as if he was hugging a ball, looking at Xu Tai and smiling evilly, letting Xu Tai shrink into the quilt and struggle, while shouting: "Stinky rascal! Mo Yu is not a human, you mother!"

"Don't you play with your husband during the Dragon Boat Festival? I work for so long, I am stupid? I don't look at me when I go home, your brother always thinks we quarreled......"

Mo Yu lifted Xu Tai in the quilt on the sofa, overturned Xu Tai, bit his ear, and poked his hand under the quilt: Master Tai, what are you playing today?

Xu Tai blushed and shrunk into the quilt: Don't play, I didn't wake up.

Mo Yu hid half of his body in the quilt, put his face on Xu Tai's neck, and sniffed, well, this big zongzi is really fragrant. Mo Yu opened his mouth: It's okay, I'll wake up in a while.

Xu Tai: Uh, Mo Yu! I ...... I...... Special...... Mom, give birth to ...... Angry!

Mo Yu raised his head and raised his eyebrows: Oh?

His subordinates secretly increased their strength

"I'm damn it~"

"Still angry?"

"Mo Yu! you...... I'll fuck your eighteenth generation ancestor......!"

"I don't hate it, I don't like it anymore" Mo Yu turned the person in his arms over, clasping his hands behind his back. Well, the big dumplings must be tied tightly, otherwise they will fall apart.

What's so good about the dumplings of the Dragon Boat Festival, it's not as good as this zongzi.

The morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, yes.

Mo Yu looked at the tired and sleeping person next to him, took him into his arms, and kissed him on the forehead

"Master Tai, happy Dragon Boat Festival"