Xie Lun felt even sweeter and whispered: "What's good about me? Tell me, don't lie."
"You're good at everything, it's really, really good," Zhao Jingting said hurriedly. He was a little excited and hugged Xie Lun tighter. "Alan, I'm stupid and can't speak. I really think you're good at everything." , but I can’t tell, so don’t be angry!”
"Idiot." Xie Lun felt that his nose was a little sour. He held Zhao Jingting's face, leaned over, kissed Zhao Jingting's lips quickly, and quickly turned away, lowering his head uncomfortably, his heart beating faster. .
Zhao Jingting's whole body went numb. This was the first time that Xie Lun took the initiative to kiss him. He was stunned for a long time before he realized what he was doing. He looked at Xie Lun with his head hanging down, and at Xie Lun's chestnut hair, a man in his forties. Suddenly, he really wanted to cry. He stretched out his arms and pulled Xie Lun into his arms.
"Alan, I like you so much." He patted Xie Lun's back gently, each word being gentle and affectionate.
Xie Lun didn't say anything, but he stretched out his hand and put it around Zhao Jingting's waist.
"Hurry up and drink the brown sugar tea, it's getting cold." After a long while, Zhao Jingting remembered the brown sugar tea, patted Xie Lun's back gently, let Xie Lun go, and couldn't help but lean in and kiss him to thank him. Lun's smooth forehead.
"Oh, then bring it to me quickly," Xie Lun hurriedly let go of Zhao Jingting, wiped his nose a little uncomfortably, took the steaming brown sugar tea from Zhao Jingting's hand, and drank it. After cleaning it, he handed the bowl to Zhao Jingting and asked curiously, "By the way, where did your brown sugar come from?"
"I borrowed it from Granny Liu." Zhao Jingting said a little embarrassedly and handed the handkerchief to Xie Lun.
Mrs. Liu is the cook in the general's mansion.
Xie Lun wiped his mouth while imagining the scene of Zhao Jingting borrowing brown sugar from Mrs. Liu, laughing so hard that tears came out: "Hahaha! Hahaha! She didn't ask why a grown man like you wants to drink brown sugar tea?"
Zhao Jingting looked helpless: "Since you drank brown sugar tea, let's sleep again and sweat. Maybe the cold will be fine."
"Oh." Xie Lun obediently got into the quilt again and closed his eyes.
Zhao Jingting tucked him in, got up and walked out.
"Zhao Jingting, you... where are you going?" Xie Lun suddenly opened his eyes and asked.
"I'm going to take a look around the camp." Zhao Jingting said casually as he put on his cotton robe.
In fact, he didn't want to go to the camp at all. During the New Year's Day, he didn't want to go anywhere. He just wanted to stay at home with his wife and warm the bed. Even if he didn't do anything and just kept watching, it would be fine. He was alone. After half his life, he didn't feel anything was wrong, but now that he has a wife, he has deeply realized the benefits of having a wife, so he really wants to stick to his wife all the time. It is even a little difficult for him to understand. How did he survive ten years alone? But his wife is sick now and needs more rest, and he can't stand being an eyesore here all the time, so even though he is unwilling to do so, he still plans to go out and wander around. Don't make your wife upset.
"Oh, then go ahead." Xie Lun said dullly, and couldn't help cursing in his heart that this old guy really didn't understand the style.
"Well, have a good rest, and sleep calmly and don't kick off the quilt all the time." Zhao Jingting said, moving slowly towards the door.