In the bedroom, Yun Qing was lying on the bed with his legs crossed and fanning himself. Yun Zhen saw this and sat down beside the bed and grabbed the fan to fan Yun Qing. He fanned Yun Qing vigorously, almost clumsily, as if every effort to fan Yun Qing could dispel a trace of his uneasy feeling of sin.
Yun Qing smiled and said, "Why are you so nice all of a sudden? And you're even fanning me?"
Yun Zhen lowered his eyes and didn't look at him. He said in a hoarse voice: "When you were a child, I always fanned you when you slept in the summer." After a pause, he asked for credit and said: "I fanned you for several years."
"I remember it." Yun Qing raised the corner of his lips, "At that time, there was no water and electricity in the temple, and you used fireflies as night lights for me every night..." As he said that, he moved up and rested his head on Yun Zhen's thigh very naturally.
Yun Zhen's heart beat violently, and his thighs tensed: "What are you doing?"
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