Every year, when the New Year is approaching, it is the busiest time for the Shen family. There are many relatives and friends in the Shen family. Every year at this time of year, Father Shen would post a post, inviting relatives and friends of the clan to come over and spend the year together. One after another, there are gradually more guests in the big mansion, those who bring their families, those who are alone, those who are poor, those who are rich, those who are prominent, those who are dying, and any kind of people may come to the garden. This is the most lively time of the year for the Shen family. The Shen family is busy, no matter the age, they have their own divisions of labor. They arrange gifts, decorate the house, hang lanterns, put curtains, wear happy money, and prepare dinners early. Just send people to the countryside to receive the goods, such as dried mushrooms, wild livestock, ground white noodles, etc., etc., the backyard gate is full of people all day, bringing firewood, fresh fish, carrying The one who came with a burden, came with a basket on his back... hurriedly delivered it, handed over the goods, recorded the account, received the money, and got the reward money wearing a red rope, and left happily.

What was different from previous years was that this year, there was one more person next to Master Shen, who was chatting with relatives and friends, but it was Shen Qingxuan, the eldest son of the Shen family, who was pushing the chair by the servant.

As soon as he saw this battle, he knew that the business was going to be handed over to the eldest son by Master Shen.

Relatives and friends all looked at the future head of the Shen family with an inquisitive attitude. Sitting thin on the chair, his face was a little morbidly pale. Other than that, his complexion was not bad. Many people had seen Shen Qing before. Xuan's, when he was still a child, when he was still able to jump and jump, he held the pen in his little hand and leaned in front of the desk to write seriously. Later, it was very rare. Everyone knew that something had happened to him, and when he saw him in his eyes, he felt a little more pity. There is no doubt that such a thin body can support the heavy family of the Shen family.

It was inevitable that there were some tricks in the banquet, so he deliberately used such words to provoke him. However, Shen Qingxuan was not annoyed, he still smiled and blocked the other party back with a few words, making people feel as if they were hit by cotton. Relatives and friends soon stopped making things difficult, and some of them were simple and honest, but they were full of praise for him. He directly praised Mr. Shen's luck.

After being so busy for half a month, Shen Qingxuan hardly had time to talk to Yimo. He fell asleep at night, woke up before dawn the next day, drank the ginseng tea and washed himself. Deal with some chores, wait for mother and father to wake up, have breakfast together, and then will be with father to greet the guests.

Yimo came over occasionally, no longer invisible, but entered the room through the gate, walked straight through the courtyard, and walked directly to Shen Qingxuan's Nanmu Building. Along the way, the servants ran forward without touching the ground. When they met Yimo, they stopped quickly, respectfully saluted and waited for the people to leave before continuing to work. Their attitude was much more respectful than when they met Xu Mingshi. He also lives in the Shen family, but he is rarely at home. He often goes to nearby villages to catch demons and subdue demons. He only sees them once every ten days and a half. Although he is a guest of the Shen family, he is not much different from a stranger. Only Yimo was the one who the eldest young master and the master respected very much, and the servants also respected him.

When Yimo came, Shen Qingxuan was sometimes in the room and sometimes not. It doesn't really matter whether he is present or not. Yimo actually feels that his room is comfortable. Whenever the charcoal fire is burning vigorously, it is as warm as spring. The maids had to obey Shen Qingxuan's instructions, Yimo could come at any time, whatever he wanted to do, don't care. So came in with tea and snacks, and hurriedly left. They are also busy and may be called to do things at any time.

Yimo leaned comfortably on Shen Qingxuan's soft couch, pulled the quilt and put it on his lap, listening to the noise outside, enjoying the peace by himself. Not bored.

In fact, cultivation is the most boring thing in the world, and Yimo has long been used to it. He was also used to being alone, alone, without any involvement. It's just that the winter is cold. The nature of snakes is to hibernate at this season. He is a demon. Although he does not need to hibernate like those snakes who are not spiritual, he is lazy in winter. After lying on Shen Qingxuan's bed for a while, Yimo decided to take a nap.

He didn't take off his clothes either, so he just lay down, covered his body with the brocade quilt that smelled of sunshine, and fell asleep.

The charcoal fire in the house was burning quietly, occasionally making a "Bi Pei" sound, a small spark bloomed, and the silence returned.

Shen Qingxuan had already learned from the girl that Yimo was coming, but he couldn't get away, so he had to leave him in the cold, busy with his duty, until the evening was over and the banquet was scattered, so he wrapped his cloak under the stars. Back to the room.

Going up to the small building, he waved the girls to retreat, and then turned around and entered his own room, only to see the man lying on the bed behind the screen, casually as if this was his home, lying evenly and steadily.

Shen Qingxuan looked at it, looked at it, a feeling of warmth and tranquility rose from the bottom of his heart, as if a husband who had worked hard all day, rushed back with the stars and the moon, and saw the happiness of his wife lying on the couch, sleeping soundly and sweetly, tired all day. , just this glance, all swept away.

The candles were orange, and the air was quiet. Occasionally, the sound of firecrackers lit by urchins could be heard in the distance. Shen Qingxuan went over, sat on the side of the bed, and tucked him in the quilt.

Yimo woke up, opened his eyes and looked at him, but did not speak, closed his eyes and went back to sleep. It's really lazy like that, it's really a hibernating snake, it's like Shen Qingxuan disturbing his good dream. Shen Qingxuan couldn't help but let out a laugh, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, his warm lips touched the cold forehead, and stayed there for a while, until that piece of skin was gradually warmed by him, and his mouth was ruthless. Breath, just want to kiss. A clean and pure kiss fell on his head, Yimo opened his eyes again, watched him stretch out his arms and hugged him for a while, then kissed his opponent a little before suffocating, and asked, "Is that enough?" Shen Qing Xuan's face was red, he didn't speak, his eyes were looking at him in the candlelight, full of affection.

Yimo knew about human love, but he never knew what it felt like. He has seen such eyes many times. In his long life, he has watched other people's stories, watching such eyes appear and disappear in the stories, but he has never experienced it himself. He never thought that one day, he would have such eyes, so he still chose to watch from the sidelines. Only this time, he was also one of the protagonists of the story, so he became curious about the way he looked at him like this. It was also because of this curiosity that he was willing to spend too much time that was meaningless to him, to see how long his eyes could stay by Shen Qingxuan's side and when they would disappear.

Whatever appears, always disappears. This is an eternal conclusion.

Shen Qingxuan tucked the quilt again, and whispered in his ear, "I'll go wash, I'll be there in a while." Then he rang the bell, the door was pushed open immediately, and the maids carried the bell. He came in with the wooden buckets that had been prepared, and then carried the buckets one after another. Across the screen, the two of them on the couch watched the busy figures of the girls. The hot water in the buckets was poured into the wooden buckets, back and forth dozens of times. A white mist rose above the barrel.

As long as Yimo was present, Shen Qingxuan didn't need the maids to serve, so he waved them back and ordered to rest early. He sat back on the chair, untied the belt of his clothes, and moved in a little by the edge of the bucket. Fortunately, the wooden bucket was also specially made, and Shen Qingxuan had long been used to this kind of thing, so he sat in the bucket without any trouble, and the hot water rushed up, just about to drown his shoulders.

Shen Qingxuan was washing with water in the bucket, the water occasionally splashed on the ground, Yimo listened to it on the bed for a while, then he took off his robe and walked over.

He suddenly appeared behind him and stunned Shen Qingxuan. When he saw that he was naked and his face was red, he honestly moved to the side to make way for a seat.

Yimo stepped in with his long legs straddling his long legs, and the water in the bucket rose by two points. When he sat down, the hot water that couldn't hold on the wall of the bucket clapped and all overflowed on the ground. Shen Qingxuan said with a "tsk". : "It's about to get waterlogged."

Although the wooden barrel is big, it can't hold two people. It is too crowded. Yimo ignores his teasing, and directly picks it up and sits on his lap. In this way, there is some space. , but there was still not enough room for scrubbing, Shen Qingxuan hugged him and sighed, "I really miss that hot spring on the mountain."

Yimo put his arms around his waist and asked, "Go?"

Shen Qingxuan looked down at the underwater scene, and shook his head hurriedly, "Another day." He grabbed the bath towel and handed it to Yimo, "I won't be able to move this way, so help me wash it."

It's a habit of calling people. Yimo clutched the bath towel and kept silent. He wiped his neck and back for him. The bath towel went all the way down his spine. Shen Qingxuan grabbed his hand abruptly: "Enough." Yimo. Throwing off his hand, he continued down, moving the towel to the depression of his tail, and began to scrub. Shen Qingxuan blushed, twisting his waist trying to break free, but where did he escape, his waist in the water was restrained tightly.

Shen Qingxuan hurriedly called to stop, saying enough was enough, no need to wash. But he was restrained by Yimo, and asked unhurriedly: "Are you not washing here?"

Shen Qingxuan glared at him and scolded: "What nonsense?! I don't want you to wash!"

With an "oh", Yimo handed the bath towel back, and said calmly, "Then wash it."

Shen Qingxuan: "..."

Yimo kissed his face and said solemnly, "Wash it clean, and also wash the inside. Later..." Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qingxuan covered his mouth.

Pressing his mouth tightly, Shen Qingxuan said with a blushing face: "I'll just wash it, you shut up." After speaking, he turned his face away, and groped for the wash with his hands behind him. In fact, I'm used to it. Since I've had a relationship with him, whenever I don't pay attention to cleaning, it's just that I can only do it quietly, and it's outrageous to say it. But this snake has never been outrageous.

Yimo, who liked the feeling of doing "bad" things, kept her head down and looked at the movement in the water with a serious look. After watching it for a while, she couldn't help reaching out and stroking the other side hidden in her thighs. fiddled with his fingers, touching the entrance from time to time, deliberately poking.

Shen Qingxuan glanced at him, knowing that he couldn't stop it, so he didn't stop it. It's just that this bath is extraordinarily difficult, and it's tiring like never before.

Yimo always had a calm look on his face, and he was calm and relaxed when he played.

After finally taking a shower, Shen Qingxuan ordered this big snake to pluck the brazier to make the charcoal fire more vigorously. He sat on the bed and wiped his hair.

Yimo didn't care whether he was left out or not, but he also said, "It's okay." Putting the tongs away, Yimo got up and fastened his belt, but he didn't tie his waist. The robe was loosely covering his body, and he walked over with wet long hair. , lifted the quilt and sat beside him.

Shen Qingxuan naturally pulled his hair and wiped it for him. Yimo sat with her back to him, enjoying it as she should.

"How about staying for the Chinese New Year this year?" Wiping the water droplets from his hair, Shen Qingxuan said, "The day after tomorrow. Don't go back to the mountains these two days."

Emer said, "Good?"

"What benefits do you want?" Shen Qingxuan rubbed his hair and said with a smile, "Would you like some candy?"

Emer didn't answer.

Shen Qingxuan was silent for a while, then took out the wooden comb, and while combing it for him, he said, "Forget it, I won't force you. It's just that you are going to come on the first day of the new year, I'll give you lucky money, you are already a thousand years old, Long live if you don’t hold back any more. People say that a thousand-year-old tortoise is an eighty-thousand-year-old, are you a bastard or a tortoise?”

Yimo turned his face, snatched the wooden comb from his hand, and asked, "What did you say, I didn't understand?"

Shen Qingxuan knew that he was pretending, and he didn't break it. He just laughed for a while, then let go, lay down, covered the quilt, and said, "I'm confused too, I can't remember what I just said."

When Yimo saw this, he also lay down, took the person into his arms and said, "It is said that when people get old, they forget their nature and are easy to get confused. Are you old age, or are you rarely confused?"

Shen Qingxuan lowered his eyes and said softly, "I would rather be seventy or eighty now."

"Huh?" Yimo really couldn't hear clearly this time, his volume was too low, almost talking to himself.

Shen Qingxuan waited for a while before saying it again: "I'd rather just lie down with you like this. From the moment of my life, I'll be an old man in the blink of an eye. It's considered the end of my life, and I'm very happy."

This time Imo was silent.

The two were silent for a moment, Shen Qingxuan's hand got into the quilt, and quietly unfastened the tie of his robe.

Yimo lifted the quilt and watched as his robe gradually opened, lying motionless, as if waiting for him to continue. The clothes faded one by one, and Shen Qingxuan took off the middle clothes he had just put on for a while, crawled, and crouched on top of him.

The two of them were pressed against one another, their chests pressed against each other without gaps. Bowing his head, Shen Qingxuan kissed him, still starting from his forehead, his lips resting on it for a long time, neither light nor heavy, with a pious attitude. Then he kissed his lips, chewed it carefully, and kissed his neck along the curve of his jaw, silently and quietly. Yimo stretched out his hand and held the roots of the two of them together, clinging to each other.

The candle is burning, the charcoal is burning, and occasionally it shakes, and occasionally there is a "Bi Pei" sound, and sparks burst out. They rejoiced quietly.

After the work was over, Shen Qingxuan shrunk in his arms and closed his eyes to sleep, but Yimo pushed the thing he had leaked in again, Shen Qingxuan made a "hmm" and frowned: "No way, tomorrow If you have to get up early, let me sleep."

Emer said, "You sleep."

Shen Qingxuan turned his back to him, unable to turn around at this time, and said with a smile, "How can I sleep like this?"

Yimo rubbed his buttocks under the quilt and whispered, "It's wet and warm here. I don't want to take it out, so you just sleep with it." Then he pushed himself into a point, circled He hugged him by his waist.

Shen Qingxuan wanted to protest, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just dazedly contained the thing in his body, and muttered: "Then don't go out, anyway, I like you in it too."

This is too easy to say, as if it were natural. Yimo frowned, only to feel that his body became heavy again, so he pinched his waist and said, "Shut up if you want to sleep."

Shen Qingxuan closed his mouth and fell asleep honestly. He was really exhausted, and even though he was determined, he was powerless.

I slept until the middle of the night, and I don't know who moved first. In short, I couldn't help myself. The soft and hot place was sticky and wrapped around the pillars in my body, sucking and swallowing again and again. Yimo delivered it behind him, going deeper and deeper every time, Shen Qingxuan was fascinated by the direct approach, and the essence that had never flowed out of the secret place was also driven to flow out. Make a loud sound of water. Shen Qingxuan was soft, flushing all over his body, and his face was even hotter, but his mind gradually became clearer, remembering the past, he groaned and complained: "You said you let me sleep."

Yimo bit on his neck, and while biting, he moved his waist and made a "hmm" from his nose. The voice was obviously a response, but it was surprisingly sexy, like a moan. Shen Qingxuan only felt dazed in his head, his waist was stretched backwards, and he just happened to be pushed into a deadly position, so he was so exhausted.

The tensed buttocks squeezed the restless thing in the body frantically, as if to crush it to bleed, Imer paused, and reached out to touch him. His hands were wet and somewhat surprised. He was about to turn the person over, but Shen Qingxuan struggled, and refused to turn his face. Yimo also understood, propped himself up with one hand, bit the soft flesh on his earlobe, and said with a smile, "You're getting worse and worse now."

Shen Qingxuan countered: "You let me try, whether it will help or not!"

Yimo gave him a slap on the buttocks, and with a "pop" sound, even through the quilt, his voice was still clear. After the slap, he said, "Just daydream."

Only then did Shen Qingxuan raise his face, "It's night now." Thinking of Yimo's place, he didn't know how to feel comfortable, and his body tightened again, biting the thing in his body tightly.

Yimo was comforted by him, and stopped arguing with him, turning people over and continuing to do what he had not done before. Shen Qingxuan quickly put that impossible idea behind him, and tried his best to lift his waist to let the other party enter a deeper place smoothly.

In the end, he still hugged Yimo and forbid him to withdraw, he had to shoot in the body before he stopped.

Yimo counted the number of times, and knew that if the damage continued, Shen Qing Xuanyang would not have much life left. But it couldn't resist the entanglement in his place, and finally came out again.

After the orgasm was over, Yimo clamped Shen Qingxuan's jaw, forcing him to look at him. Shen Qingxuan was sleepy, knowing that he had something to say, he tried his best to hold his eyelids.

Yimo said, "Do you really want to die?"

Shen Qingxuan's face was full of innocence: "I live well now, why should I die?"

"Shen Qingxuan," Yimo said with a cold face, "If you die for this, it will damage my merits. I only ask you, do you really want to die?"

Shen Qingxuan also got serious, looked at him, and said, "I live well, I don't want to die."

"Why do you want me to ejaculate in your body?" Yimo asked.

Shen Qingxuan was still serious, looked at him for a long time, and then slowly said: "I know that with your ability, there may not be a solution to this matter, I just risk my life to bet when you will be soft-hearted to me."

He said: "Emer, I have nothing. What I have is what you give. I am a greedy man, and I want more than what you give now. You know my temper, and it is bad. Very. Now I take this thing that didn't belong to me and bet when you will give me what I want, it's a good deal, what's wrong?!"

With such strong words, he can also speak with confidence. And knowing that he is wrong, he is not right.

Yimo looked at him, and for a moment was speechless. Yes, he had guessed this before, but he didn't expect this person to say it in such a convincing tone.

After watching him for a long time, Yimo finally came to a conclusion and said, "You are a gambler."

The gambler Shen showed a smile, "If you are afraid, leave, I won't leave you. It's just that if you stay by my side for a day, I will pester you for a day; if you stay by my side for a year, I will bet on you for a year; For what I want, I will do anything, no matter the means or the cost." Raising his head, Shen Qingxuan gently kissed the corner of his lips: "Otherwise...you won't get what you want, what you want to love. People can't see it, and those who want to keep it can't keep it, so I keep this life that I have worked so hard to survive... What am I keeping it for?!"

"Yi Mo." Without giving him any time to think, Shen Qingxuan kissed him, his lips and tongues were twisted and twisted, his tone was sweet and sweet, and in the interlaced breath, he said softly: "You have a thousand years of Taoism, calling the wind and rain, flying the clouds and driving the fog, So if you want to leave, I will not force it. After you leave, I will still live a good life, take care of my Shen family affairs, and take care of my Shen family members until the end of my life. Can you take a look at it in exchange?"

Shen Qingxuan smiled and said extremely calmly: "So, not to mention that my lifespan will be reduced by three or five years at a time, even if it is rotten, I am also very happy!"

Yimo listened, watched, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he was silent and said nothing.

He didn't say anything, what could he say? In front of him, the eldest young master of the Shen family, who seems to be elegant, and the master of the Shen family who will stand up in the future, is not only a gambler, he is also a lunatic!

Trying to reason with a maniac who is addicted to gambling is the most foolish thing you can do.