"I... I wasn't daydreaming without my senior." After considering the scenes that had just flashed in his mind, Ye Cang's face turned even redder. "Well then, I'll go back first, senior! I won't disturb your rest!" Hastily standing up, he placed his cushion in the corner of the room.

"Wait a moment."

Ye Cang turned back to look at Ai Mu on the bed. Her face was still blushing, but it wasn't very noticeable in this dim lighting.

"Can you stay and sleep with me tonight?"

"Ah! Senior, um..." Accompany sleep?! Ye Cang felt like his face was about to melt from the heat.

"If you mind, then forget it," Ai Mu said calmly, turning over and facing the wall.

Looking at the person in front, there is always a hint of loneliness rising from the bottom of the heart.

Without caring about his own chaotic mind, Ye Cang walked straight towards the bed. With a light leap, he effortlessly crossed over Ai Mu, who was lying on the outer side, and nestled himself on the inner side of the bed.

Ai Mu had already closed his eyes and did not open them because of his actions, only lightly parting his lips.

Goodnight.

Ye Cang couldn't help but smile. Is this flirting?

"Goodnight."

Gently responding, Ye Cang also closed his eyes.

Ye Cang felt himself wake up from a deep sleep. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted by dim lighting.

Ai Mu was soundly asleep by her side, with the blanket covering up to her nose, revealing her long narrow eyes and curved eyebrows. Upon closer inspection, the traces of the eyebrow tattoo on Ai Mu's eyebrows had disappeared, and it appeared that the area where it was applied was now sparser compared to the rest. Yecang reached out and touched it, and the hole from the eyebrow tattoo had completely vanished. Had it grown back? Yecang was a bit confused.

The person in front of him let out a soft hum, their voice unusually gentle. Their eyes gently opened, still the same pair of light blue irises. Using their arm to support themselves, they sat up. The blanket slid down their face, and from the back, Ai Mu was completely bare. Originally, Ye Cang didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, he just thought Ai Mu looked unusually thin today. Did his hair grow this long? Because usually when he tied it up, it reached about fifteen centimeters, but now it already extended to their waist.

Ai Mu turned his head and glanced at Ye Cang. Without saying a word, he slowly turned his body and approached him.

At this moment, Ye Cang finally realized something was amiss.

What are these two "steamed buns" on the chest?!

Just as I was about to speak, my lips were already sealed shut.

Ai Mu's lips were soft, gently pressing against Ye Cang's lips. They were so close, and the strong scent of Ai Mu's perfume overwhelmed Ye Cang, making him feel slightly dizzy. Two delicate hands held up Ye Cang's cheeks, lifting them slightly, changing the angle so that their lips fit together even more perfectly.

I have no intention of avoiding it at all.

Ye Cang looked at the "woman" Ai Mu who was deeply kissing him in front of him. He felt like his rationality was like a tightly stretched belt, gently bouncing and on the verge of completely shattering.

He had already realized that this was a dream. Although it was a dream, the places that had been touched still kept heating up.

The person on my body suddenly stopped moving, and Ye Cang opened his eyes in confusion.

His chest had returned to smoothness, and his face remained the same, but now it regained a touch of masculinity in reality. There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, enigmatic and unclear. The traces of eyebrow piercings appeared, and the still conspicuous tattoo reappeared on his delicate and fair skin. He maintained the same posture as before, but this time it didn't feel as light as earlier. Ai Mu's body slowly slid down along the force of gravity.

Ye Cang hurriedly hugged his waist, letting him continue to move downward.

Going further down, it would be...

The whole body began to feel a rolling heat.

In this embrace, Ai Mu looked down at Ye Cang from on high and gently hugged him, giving a kiss on his forehead. Ye Cang didn't push him away either, closing his eyes and leaning against the neck below Ai Mu's chin.

"Eh, Junior Brother..." Ai Mu lifted Ye Cang's face, his pale blue eyes exuding a captivating gaze. His voice was no longer as gentle as before, reverting to his usual hoarse but still sensual baritone that came from years of smoking.

"Hmm...?" Ye Cang felt dizzy and heavy-headed. With closed eyes, they leaned against Ai Mu's neck, feeling the coolness of their skin. It felt so comfortable.

In a trance, Ai Mu's lips pressed against mine again.

Unlike the gentle and deep kiss just now, this time he forcefully stripped away his breath. Ye Cang indulged in sucking his breath, as if his body was about to melt.

In the dim light, the two people were like this, mutually drawing and absorbing each other's warmth.