It snowed heavily overnight, and the small courtyard was extremely white. The eaves railings, flower beds and lawns, and even the nylon rope used to dry clothes turned into white lines. In the room, the body was entangled under the quilt, warm, and smelled of the fragrance of pine and jasmine.
Grayson Ding always slept with his arms open and rarely held anything in his arms. Now his arms were full and warm. He slowly opened his eyes and first saw the frost-covered window. He lowered his eyes and saw Caleb Ji sleeping soundly.
The ends of his eyes turned white, showing stains of dried tears. Grayson Ding reached out to wipe them away, but the thick calluses hurt people and woke them up again. "Morning." He said in a hoarse voice, "How do you say that? A hundred years of cultivation can lead to the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can lead to sleeping together."
Caleb Ji gradually became clear-headed. Before he could blush from sharing the same bed, he was annoyed by the smell of perfume. He turned around with his back turned and said, "The thousand-year-old B@st@ard, are you?"
Grayson Ding felt like he was seeing a mirror in his heart: "In order to stimulate your hard-hearted heart, I shamelessly sprayed someone else's perfume. How can a B@st@ard like me be brave and resourceful?" He leaned forward and covered the opponent's abdomen with his big hands. Pajamas, but they are so hot that they feel like they are touching your skin. Moving up inch by inch, he didn't stop until he touched Caleb Ji's heart and mouth, and pulled him hard towards him, even making the other party groan.
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