Putting on his pajamas, he forced himself to leave the bathroom calmly. Zhuang Jingchun was sitting on the bedside reading a book, and when he saw him come out, a smile appeared in his eyes under the mirror.

"You've been washing for almost half an hour, and I'll fall asleep after waiting."

"Hurry up and wash." Xu Xizhou picked up the hairdryer and started drying his hair, but out of the corner of his eye he watched Zhuang Jingchun walk into the bathroom.

Zhuang Jingchun's speed was obviously much faster than him. He had just finished blowing his hair when the man came out wearing a bathrobe.

Probably because of the confirmed relationship, Zhuang Jingchun's bathrobes were neatly dressed in the past, but today they are hanging lazily on the body, exposing a large chest and collarbone, exuding charm without knowing it.

His skin was fair, and just after the evaporation of water vapor, it was dyed with a thin layer of red.

The beautiful and deep green eyes are brimming with water, and because he is not wearing glasses, his line of sight cannot be fully focused, revealing a trace of confusion.

"Can you pass me the hair dryer?" Zhuang Jingchun looked in his direction.

Xu Xizhou's Adam's apple moved and handed him the hairdryer.

While waiting for Zhuang Jingchun to blow his hair, he sat beside the bed and picked up the book Zhuang Jingchun was reading just now.

It was the French version of Reminiscence of Love in the Water. He flipped through it and couldn't understand a single letter, so he had to close the book and quit.

Putting the book on the bedside table, he watched Zhuang Jingchun blowing her hair. Gradually, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

When he almost fell asleep, a pair of hands hugged him from behind, and Zhuang Jingchun also got into bed at some point.

"Why are you sleepy so early?" The man bit his ear lightly and teased.

"Don't you still need to practice?"

A tingling feeling came from the base of his ears, and Xu Xizhou suddenly woke up.

When he and Zhuang Jingchun didn't have a certain relationship in the past, even if they slept together, he didn't feel anything, but after they really fell in love, when the two of them slept together again, he always felt a little flustered, and he didn't even know how to put his hands and feet together.

Xu Xizhou turned his head and wanted to see Zhuang Jingchun's face, but he didn't dare to meet his gaze, his thick eyelashes kept shaking because of tension.

Zhuang Jingchun touched his trembling eyelashes, rubbed his fingers against his chin, and kissed him gently.

This kiss was different from the previous ones, first as soft as a feather, and then gradually heavier, with a passion that seemed to burn everything.

Xu Xizhou felt like a fish lacking water, breathing heavily.

The oxygen was plundered, and the body and mind were completely controlled by another person. The entire figure was floating in the clouds, and even the air seemed to solidify into a solid body.

It was a kiss full of conquest.

The kiss finally ended, Xu Xizhou's handsome face flushed red, he was a little annoyed that he couldn't keep up with Zhuang Jingchun's rhythm, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his black eyes.

Zhuang Jingchun's breath was a little chaotic, and she hugged him tighter.

Xu Xizhou leaned on his shoulder, his face was so hot that he was about to smoke.

Not only Zhuang Jingchun, but also a little emotional.

"The book you just read... What did you write?" Xu Xizhou asked in order to ease the tension.

"The story of an insomniac, a young man in French high society fell in love with a girl, but the girl didn't love him, and the ending was a bit tragic."

"Can you read such a sad book when you're in a relationship?"

Zhuang Jingchun smiled softly, her voice low and hoarse with joy.

"Just to pass the time. Besides, I'm lucky enough in life to not need comfort from books."

Xu Xizhou blinked, seemed to understand something, and stretched out his hand.

Zhuang Jingchun held his hand, rubbed it a few times in his palm, then grabbed his hand and leaned over to kiss his lips.

...

It was snowing gradually outside, Xu Xizhou leaned against Zhuang Jingchun's arms and didn't want to move.

It's not that he's too tired, he just feels that this simple hug makes him feel more intimate than doing the kind of thing just now.

Zhuang Jingchun seemed to sense his emotions faintly. He lowered his head slightly and kissed Xu Xizhou's hair.

"Are you ok?"

Xu Xizhou hummed softly, and knocked his forehead on his shoulder a few times.

"It seems to be snowing outside." Xu Xizhou raised his body and looked out the window.

Zhuang Jingchun also followed his line of sight. Outside the window, soft and white snowflakes were scattered like goose feathers, against the dark night sky, with a desolate beauty.

"It's beautiful."

"Do you remember when it snowed last time?" Zhuang Jingchun asked him suddenly.

Xu Xizhou nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was not very kind.

"It wasn't that time at the amusement park, I wanted to confess to you in the first snow, but... hum."

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

Zhuang Jingchun bowed her head and kissed him, her tone soft and affectionate.

"Xiaozhou, I like you, so if I confess this kind of thing in the future, I will do it."

The corner of Xu Xizhou's mouth raised an arc, and he turned his head and kissed him happily.

"How much do you like it?"

"Like this snow, such a grand love."

Xu Xizhou played with his hair and said with a smile, "It's almost the same, I forgive you."

"I... seem a little hungry."

Xu Xizhou suddenly touched his stomach.

"Damn it, doing this kind of thing is as exhausting as driving a racing car."

Zhuang Jingchun laughed a little. He picked up the watch on the bedside table and glanced at it. It was past one o'clock in the morning.

"Wait, I'll cook a bowl of dumplings for you."

"Wait a moment."

Xu Xizhou was a little reluctant to let him leave, and hurriedly hugged him harder.

"I'll just find some snacks to eat. I don't need to cook dumplings. It's too troublesome."

He leaned his head on Zhuang Jingchun's shoulder and smelled his body obsessively.

"You...you're not allowed to go, do you hear?"

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It's numb... changed it eight times... Each time the black mark is different, and each time the black mark is different!!!Every time!!