In the spring of the fourth year of Tianding, the chilly weather lingered for a long time. It was already the second day of February, the day when the dragon raises its head, but the breath still turned into ice. It took great willpower to get up early.
Seeing that it was already noon, Ethan was still lying tiredly on the soft couch in the inn, extremely bored, so he simply raised his left hand that was frozen outside the quilt, put it on the back of the neck of the puppy who had just woken up and was humming and rubbing his ears before opening his eyes, and pinched it affectionately.
Marcus cried out and then rolled into Ethan's arms with a laugh, holding his hands and warming them on his chest, then climbed on Ethan affectionately, like a fish in water, stirring up trouble.
The scent of orchid and musk from last night was still lingering in the room, and Ethan was bent by his waist again: "Marcus, you are not wearing pants again... um..."
The two of them played for a while, then rested in each other's arms, intending to experience the feeling of sleeping until the meal was cooked. However, not long after they closed their eyes, they opened them again and looked at each other. Without any extra words, they turned over and got down to the ground, rustling into their clothes.
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