"Okay! A deal is a deal.” Meng Xiaoxi said helplessly, "Let's go, what do you want to eat—”
Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered. He must have rinsed his mouth, as there was a hint of coolness between his lips and teeth, but his actions were different from usual, appearing very domineering.
"Y-you, let go of me..." Meng Xiaoxi gasped for breath.
Shen Qingzhou stepped back a bit, using the faint moonlight to look at him, gently caressing those soft lips with two fingers, and then softly pressed his own against them.
This kiss was much gentler, but the hands wrapped around his back gradually became firmer.
He leaned over, picked the person up, cradled their legs, and without stopping his mouth, strode towards his room.
Meng Xiaoxi's mind was in a daze, tightly clinging to his neck, hanging onto him, afraid that she would fall.
It wasn't until he was placed on the bed he had made not long ago, the mountain-like body collapsing on him, that he finally understood what Shen Qingzhou had been craving all night.
Dense kisses enveloped him, and the barriers between the two of them gradually diminished.
Meng Xiaoxi had seen his equipment before, but that was when he was resting in slumber. If it were during battle, it would probably be even more intimidating.
He raised his arms in vain to shield himself, whispering, "You, you be gentle!"
"Mm! I have it all figured out.”
Shen Qingzhou had sobered up quite a bit. During this short period, he never thought things would go so smoothly. If he had known he wouldn't be drinking tonight, he could have fully experienced it while completely sober. But now wasn't the time to hesitate; the arrow was on the bowstring and had to be released.
The propped-up arm was removed, and the sweet meal was savored slowly.
Meng Xiaoxi also didn't expect that the food he had waited for all night would turn out to be himself.
Outside, the moon is bright and the stars are few, a gentle breeze caresses, and inside, the room is warm and yellow, yet a fierce wind rages.
The sail carried the ship, aiming to cross the stream and sail into the sea, but it was loaded with a full cargo. The stream was too shallow, and there were strange rocks and peculiar trees in the valley blocking the way, making it impossible to anchor or raise the sail.
The two sides confronted each other, negotiated, and gradually reached a consensus. The tide began to rise by the sea, and taking advantage of the right time, place, and people, the ships sailed into the stream, freely enjoying their journey.
When the weather is fine and sunny, everything around is relaxed; but when the wind blows fiercely and the rain falls suddenly, it becomes hard to cope.
Finally, the ship unloaded its cargo, and the shore became calm.
At this point, the wind has stopped and the rain has ceased.
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Meng Xiaoxi was extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep. Shen Qingzhou got up and carefully washed him.
On the day he turned twenty-four, he finally bid farewell to his solitary nights, savoring the finest flavors of life. The initial effects of the alcohol had long since faded, leaving only sweetness in the air.
Looking at the soft and sleepy person, Shen Qingzhou's heart melted completely. He wanted to hold him but was afraid of making him hot, so he lay on his side, covering his abdomen with a blanket, and fanned him with a fan until he himself was so sleepy that he fell asleep.
Daylight saving time felt shorter, and when the outside light was dim, the two were awakened by the sound of birds chirping outside the window.
Meng Xiaoxi turned over and suddenly realized that this was not his own bed. He almost fell off without noticing.
Shen Qingzhou, instinctively, pulled him back. Once fully awake, he saw the person in front of him, blushing with embarrassment, burying most of his face into the sheets.
He was filled with love and affection, kissed his forehead, and gently asked, "How are you feeling? Is there anywhere that feels uncomfortable?”
Meng Xiaoxi shook his head and suddenly reproached, "Why call it a light boat? Clearly it's a big ship, and yet you want to deceive and confuse others with the name!”
Shen Qingzhou was taken aback for a moment, suddenly understanding what he meant, and burst into laughter. After laughing, he unexpectedly felt a hint of excitement.
This sentence is probably the best compliment for a man. How could he let such praise go to waste? He flipped over and pinned the person down again, leaning close to his ear and whispering, "Over the years, the cargo in the cabin has piled up too much and urgently needs to be cleared out."
"……"
He shot himself in the foot; he might as well have stayed mute.
The ship re-entered the harbor accompanied by the sound of birdsong, and by the time it dropped anchor and came to a halt, the sky was already bright.
Meng Xiaoxi hurriedly put on his clothes and asked him, "Quick, show me! Is there any mark left anywhere?"
"No, don't worry." Shen Qingzhou looked at him with a deep gaze.
It's hot now, and he was careful from the beginning, not neglecting things when he got excited.
"It's all your fault! Uncle Yao and the others must be up by now, and the chickens and ducks haven't been let out yet. If they see me not opening the door, they might think something's wrong!”
Meng Xiaoxi still overestimated himself. Although he felt a bit unwell, he didn't take it to heart. Who would have thought that as soon as he got out of bed, he almost stumbled and fell.
Shen Qingzhou hurriedly stepped forward to support him, one hand around his waist and back, the other under his knees, lifting him up.
"Go back to your room and lie down to rest! I'll take care of the housework, and I'll tell them later that you're not feeling well today.”
Since Meng Xiaoxi is not yet ready and wants to keep it from those two, Shen Qinghou is willing to wait until he feels like saying it.
For now, this is the best option. Meng Xiaoxi buried his head in his arms like an ostrich.
Yao Daocheng just thought that the two of them had drunk too much last night, woke up late today, and didn't have the nerve to call, so he was wandering back and forth by the pond waiting for the door to open.
Shen Qingzhou casually opened the door, nodded, and greeted, "Uncle Yao!"
"Hey! Good morning, Butler Shen!"
Yao Daocheng was just about to go clean the cow pen when he suddenly stopped, pointed at his arm in confusion, and asked, "Butler Shen, are you injured?"
In the summer, he always rolled up his sleeves. Shen Qingzhou looked down and saw bloodstains on both forearms, clearly from the mat. If he guessed correctly, his knees might be even worse.
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