Chapter 38: Sleep Well. Because of He Feng's daytime talk...

Because of He Feng's daytime talk, Song Qingshu was nervous the entire afternoon, neither standing nor sitting.

He peeled the remaining half of the pomelo,

and immediately stuffed it into his mouth. When He Feng returned from the fields, he saw his cheeks puffed out, and only one pomelo slice remained.

"Son?" He walked into the house.

Startled by his sudden appearance, Song Qingshu turned and saw He Feng. "Brother, do you want to eat?"

He was so focused on peeling the pomelo that he didn't notice his fingertips, once white as scallions, were now a bright red from being rubbed.

He Feng narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Song Qingshu was still thinking when he heard him add, "No spicy food."

This was common sense. He had been thinking for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. Besides, he had eaten half a pomelo and wasn't very hungry anymore.

He murmured, "I'm not too hungry. Just watch over me."

Seeing him like this, He Feng patted his head and agreed. He pulled the remaining pomelo peel from the skin and sat across from him, peeling it slowly. Song Qingshu didn't know where to look. His gaze

shifted from his bony hand to He Feng's wrist. He was tall and strong, his wrist bones thicker than Song Qingshu's.

His clothes covered most of his skin, revealing a darker tan than wheat. The white of the pomelo peel contrasted sharply with the back of He Feng's hand.

Even with just a pair of hands, Song Qingshu could sense He Feng's masculine energy, the unique aura of a rugged country man that enveloped him tightly in intimacy, leaving no room for gaps.

His once bright eyes suddenly became hazy, and he knew he was distracted. He Feng finished peeling the pomelo, "Open your mouth, little one."

Song Qingshu pressed his lips against the pomelo, but it wasn't the pomelo that was contained within his mouth, but He Feng's rough, broad thumb.

Just by pressing his lips against it, he could taste the lingering fragrance and subtle bitterness of the grapefruit peel, mingling with the sweet and sour taste of the accidentally crushed grapefruit flesh.

He Feng's eyes were like those of a starving wolf, stalking a vulnerable sheep, poised to pounce and devour it in a split second.

Song Qingshu's eyes were so beautiful, bright and round, with a slightly upturned corner that held a certain allure.

Now, bewildered, he allowed He Feng's thumb to press against his soft lips, not knowing how to avoid it.

Fortunately, he didn't, otherwise He Feng would have been in no doubt about whether they would still have dinner tonight.

He withdrew his hand and lowered his head to kiss Song Qingshu, his mouth filled with the taste of grapefruit, the sourness fading as the sweetness lingered between them.

He Feng kissed him enchantedly, absorbing the sweet saliva in his mouth.

Song Qingshu watched, eyes open, as He Feng swallowed his warm liquid, his cheeks flushing with shame.

He Feng enjoyed seeing him shy, but he also knew that dinner was the main meal, and he couldn't go too far. If he provoked others too much, he would lose everything.

The curl of smoke rose again and dissipated in the air. If it weren't for the lights in the yard, the smoke would be invisible.

Xiao Hei was given all the bones from the pig's trotter soup at noon. Xiao Hua ate the meat and skin of the pig's trotter, as well as the steamed buns soaked in the soup. Xiao Hei ran around with the bones in his mouth.

Song Qingshu asked He Feng what Xiao Hei was doing.

He Feng said that when Xiao Hei found something he liked to eat, he would bury it in the ground and find it when he was hungry.

Sometimes he just wanted to hide it. He Feng had found him burying steamed buns in the ground before. When he took them out, they were dry and could be used to crack walnuts directly. He threw them under the persimmon tree in the yard.

The chickens and ducks couldn't eat them, so He Feng soaked a lot of water and mixed it with wheat bran to avoid wasting them. He successfully fed them to the chickens and ducks.

He Feng put the remaining soup on the stove and covered it with a basin. He would use it to feed Xiao

Hei and Xiao Hua tomorrow. He still had some pork that he had refined earlier, which was perfect for cooking.

It was a pity that he didn't go to the vegetable market yesterday. If he had known, he would have bought some crabs for the cubs to taste. Now is the time to eat them.

He remembered that someone at Li Shen's house was growing water chestnuts. He would ask him

tomorrow if he still had any. If he did, he would buy some and steam them for Song Qingshu to try. Before He Feng finished cooking, Song Qingshu came running over with Xiao Hua in his arms. The kitten had eaten so well that morning that its belly was still bulging. Song Qingshu held it up by its upper and lower legs and meowed at He Feng twice. Xiao

Hua had grown a little bigger than when he came. With its round belly and slender limbs, it looked like the chicken wings with rice sold at the stalls.

It was a pity that Song Qingshu had never eaten it.

He Feng's large pot was filled with hot water. He didn't make rice porridge today, but instead steamed buns and stir-fried winter melon and pork. "Stop playing around with it, go wash your hands and eat."

He Feng carried the dishes and buns into the main room. Song Qingshu took the mooncake off the large table and placed it on the small table.

Song Qingshu had been thinking of cutting it, but decided it would be fine just to leave it as it was.

Song Qingshu had eaten too much pomelo, so he only ate half a bun and said he was full, but he needed to leave some room for the mooncake.

He Feng let him drink some water while he ate most of the remaining dishes. He then poured the soup into Xiao Hei's dog bowl.

Xiao Hei was a large dog, and after a full lunch and a run in the afternoon, he'd digested it by evening. He Feng broke off a bun and dipped it in the bowl. Xiao Hua even came over to eat a few bites.

He continued to hold the bowl while eating. I don't know how Song Qingshu taught him to do that, but he looked so clumsy and adorable.

After washing the bowl, Song Qingshu pulled He Feng along, saying they wanted to admire the moon. He broke a mooncake in half and handed it to He Feng.

He Feng carried the long, thin bench into the courtyard, and the two of them sat down facing the moon.

The persimmon and pomegranate trees in the courtyard were tall and lush, so they sat in the middle of the yard, looking up at the full moon hanging in the sky.

Song Qingshu's first reaction was the sheer number of stars, so bright, circling the moon and blinking playfully.

He ate the mooncake in small bites, slower than usual, his cheeks puffing, but he hadn't really taken in anything.

Fearing the chill of the night breeze, He Feng reluctantly wrapped his arm around Song Qingshu's waist, letting him lean against him without choking on his saliva.

"Son, I've boiled some water. Eat quickly so you can take a bath."

This was perfectly reasonable, but Song Qingshu's mind had been preoccupied with what they were about to do that evening, and his thoughts suddenly shifted.

His ears flushed red. "I, I get it," he said, unsure, but he took a large bite anyway. This time, his cheeks puffed up, but He Feng dared not look.

He Feng's heartbeat was right next to his ear, strong and regular. This was the sound of a healthy heartbeat that Song Qingshu wanted the most.

Even if he didn't have it, he was satisfied enough to see it on his lover.

He Feng noticed that his hands were getting cold and his chewing speed was slowing down, "Don't want to eat anymore?"

Song Qingshu nodded. It was undeniable that this five-nut mooncake was very fragrant, but a little too sweet, and there was too much stuffing, so he was a little tired from chewing.

He Feng took away the little mooncake in his hand, "Go get some clothes and take a bath."

He turned and went into the house, and He Feng went to pour him some bath water.

He Feng hadn't anticipated that, in his quest to escape, he'd stayed in there for over half an hour without coming out, the water must have gotten cold.

"Baby, are you done?" he asked, standing outside the curtain.

Song Qingshu only started to get scared when the time came. He thought of the size of the thing he'd touched before, and he began to swallow. If he really went in... it would tear...

He cleared his throat, "Soon, soon, it'll be done."

His body was scrubbed clean, the heat soaking his fair skin and joints, turning them pink. If He Feng had come in, he would have been driven mad by the sight.

His hands were already on the curtain, but he still didn't open it, not letting the cold air in.

"Hurry up and get out! Why are you taking so long to wash it? Your skin will be wrinkled soon. If you don't get out soon, I'll come in and carry you out."

Song Qingshu saw that his hands were indeed a little wrinkled, and he immediately emerged from the water.

The sound of splashing water reached the other side of the curtain, and He Feng swallowed and exhaled.

Two minutes later, a steaming man came out with a faint smile on his face.

He was wearing his favorite pajamas and was still a little cold when he came out. He Feng didn't let him run into the house. He picked him up and put him into the inner room. He

went out without saying anything, leaving Song Qingshu and the cream on the table looking at each other.

He turned over and buried himself in the quilt, listening to the movement outside, like a frightened cat sitting in the corner of the bed waiting for He Feng.

The door of the main room was closed with a bang and a shaking noise.

He Feng knew he was scared, so he turned off the lights when he came in.

The full moon was bright, and the silvery light fell into the room. Song Qingshu sat on the bed, watching He Feng walk towards him little by little.

He Feng saw that he was like a little wife, blinking his eyes and looking at him with a smile on his lips. Isn't he a little wife, and his own beautiful wife.

Although he had never eaten pork, He Feng had heard everything in the army and roughly knew what to do.

As he stood by the bed, Song Qingshu raised his eyes, his dark eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing his inner panic. He

Feng climbed onto the bed and hugged Song Qingshu. "Are you scared, little one?"

The thought of this reminded Song Qingshu of something he couldn't quite hold in one hand, as hot and vibrant as He Feng.

Seeing a beautiful, well-behaved person staring at He Feng was a heartwarming sight, but now was different, and He Feng felt even more excited.

A broad hand came to rest on his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering as they brushed across his palm, leaving a soft, slightly itchy sensation.

A gentle kiss followed He Feng's moist scent. He seemed unhurried, licking the top of Song Qingshu's lips and pursing his soft lips.

With his eyes covered, his senses sharpened. The sensation of He Feng's hot breath on his face, along with his reassuring scent, suddenly made Song Qingshu less afraid.

He took the initiative to open his lips, his tongue darting out, touching He Feng's lips, practically inviting him in.

He Feng's breathing became heavy for a moment, and then he leaned forward.

The hand that was originally pressing on Song Qingshu's eyes loosened and fell on the back of his neck. The other hand had already reached into his clothes to embrace his slender waist.

Song Qingshu's body was always cool. He was as delicate as jade, with fair and smooth skin that felt smooth and cool to the touch. Being held in He Feng's arms for a while, he would also be infected with He Feng's body temperature.

He Feng had a straight nose with a high and straight nose bridge. When they kissed, the tip of

his nose pressed against the tip of Song Qingshu's nose, and their breaths intertwined. The kiss became deeper and deeper. Song

Qingshu pressed against his tongue to stop him, but it hooked He Feng's heart and pestered him for more response. When he couldn't bear it anymore, Song Qingshu would whimper softly, like the whimper of a little animal, which only aroused He Feng's possessive and destructive desire.

After his lips were released, Song Qingshu felt his lips were swollen and numb. He Feng was like an insatiable beast, biting him desperately. (Just a kiss.)

He blinked, and uncontrollable tears welled up from his eyes, trickling down the corners of his eyes. (The child is just delicate.)

The frail, pale figure lay supine on the bed, lips bruised crimson, their upturned nose rubbed pink. Yet, her eyes were filled with pleading, tears dripping down her cheeks and soaking into her soft hair. (The child is quite beautiful.)

Such a beautiful scene, coupled with the rising and falling of her chest and the moaning sounds...

He Feng's sharp eyes gleamed green with excitement.

He peppered Song Qingshu's eyes with kisses, his tongue licking the path of the tears that had just fallen, sweeping away the salty, bitter water.

The itch at the corner of his eye diverted Song Qingshu's attention. He tilted his head and met He Feng's eyes. His voice, softer than usual due to a stuffy nose, he called out in a sticky, "Brother."

Before He Feng's kiss parted, he blew on Song Qingshu's sensitive ear. He felt Song Qingshu shrink his neck to avoid being kissed again, then kissed the corner of his mouth and chin.

"Good boy, call me brother."

He Feng's voice was tinged with desire, even deeper and hoarse than usual, with an indescribable sensuality.

Song Qingshu met his eyes and, through lips swollen from kissing, he called out, "Brother" in a sweet voice .

He Feng leaned down and kissed him again, the mingling of breath and saliva making him even more impatient. His hand on the back of Song Qingshu's neck groped the sensitive skin.

"Mm, um." Song Qingshu's voice was pitch-shifted. He was dizzy from the kisses, his body limp and powerless.

Not satisfied, He Feng rubbed his upper jaw, sending a tingling sensation through his body. Song Qingshu's mind began to blur, like a dodder, clinging only to the tree it depended on.

The hand on Song Qingshu's waist never stopped, his clothes piled against his chest. He Feng's hands were covered in calluses, countless times rougher than his smooth, white skin. Song Qingshu shuddered wherever he touched them.

Those scattered moans and the swinging waist of his hands were aphrodisiacs for He Feng.

His muscles were tense, and he was patiently preparing. When his lips and tongue separated again, Song Qingshu chased after him in a daze.

He was soothed by another kiss from He Feng.

He Feng's kiss landed on the neck. The mark of the kiss on Song Qingshu's shoulder had faded to only a tiny mark. He Feng frowned and wanted to bite again.

Song Qingshu's body began to heat up. He moved his body to take off the clothes that were in the way. The piled clothes on his body pressed against his heart and made him uncomfortable.

He Feng half-lifted him up and pulled off the clothes that were in the way.

The elegant fragrance filled He Feng's nose. He breathed in the scent of Song Qingshu, sweet, fragrant, and clean.

This smell made He Feng intoxicated. His nose wandered over his body, smelling the fragrance carefully. He couldn't help but bite the skin on his neck with his teeth and sucked slowly. (Just kissing the neck)

He retreated again, and instead took Song Qingshu's hand, whispering seductively into Song Qingshu's ear, "Baby, don't you want to touch the muscles?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand, which was a little warmer than usual, was hooked and placed on He Feng's chest. The bulging chest muscles would jump a few times as He Feng exerted force. Song Qingshu's misty eyes opened, and he slid down his chest.

Then came the well-defined abdominal muscles and the slender waistline, hidden inside.

He Feng was strong and hairy, as could be seen from his thick eyebrows and coarse stubble.

Song Qingshu had been touched before, so he naturally knew.

While his soft hands were caressing his abs, He Feng had already taken the cream and placed it on the side of the bed, so it wouldn't be hard to reach when he needed it.

It wasn't really a touch; Song Qingshu's hand had simply brushed across, his fingertips touching a few times, his palm never resting.

He Feng held his wrist, letting him press it against his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat.

Song Qingshu lay down again, clean, his long, white legs forced apart, He Feng guiding them to either side.

"Let me see."

He Feng lowered his head, pressing his hand against the soft, delicate flesh of his thigh. The flesh seemed to overflow between his fingers, yet not too plump, and felt like well-fermented dough.

The room was so quiet they could hear each other breathing. The breeze from the window blew in through the cracks, but despite the heat, they felt no relief.

He Feng lifted his head and kissed his wrist, his tongue pressing against his pulse point, carefully sensing Song Qingshu's heartbeat. The lingering kiss soon moved elsewhere.

His hands fell to Song Qingshu's sensitive waist, and he continued to kiss his face, feeling Song Qingshu's trembling.

The man in the shackles could only blink his dazed eyes and shake his head weakly, his voice excited and hoarse, "No, yes, brother."

The weak hands pushed him away anxiously, but because of the loss of strength, they fell on the bulging muscles of He Feng's shoulders. Given the difference in strength between him and the other party, he couldn't move He Feng at all.

He Feng was even more excessive than last time...

The passionate kisses and wandering hands made Song Qingshu unable to resist. He lay on the bed and let He Feng's affection and kneading him.

Occasionally, He Feng would look up at him from below, and Song Qingshu would always be startled by the eagerness in his eyes, and the next second, he was kissed dizzy again.

He Feng licked and kissed every inch of his skin, and the hot sweat beads flowed down his forehead and hit Song Qingshu's flat and soft abdomen, almost hitting his navel.

He stared at the droplet of water with red eyes, and even felt a little jealous. His hands, covered with a thick layer of calluses, rubbed the white and soft belly without mercy, which scared Song Qingshu.

...

The cold ointment melted into liquid when it came into contact with the hot temperature in his palm. He Feng seemed to be playing a game, and he melted the ointment thoroughly before using it.

Song Qingshu didn't know when two layers of towels had been placed under him. If he sat up, he would find that one was He Feng's, and the other was his own towel, which He Feng had snatched away.

The moisture in the air seemed to be boiling, and each breath was hotter than the last. Song Qingshu tilted his head back, and He Feng held his hand that was clutching the bed sheet, and their fingers were clasped tightly.

He hummed a little uncontrollably: "Uh-huh."

He Feng hugged him and coaxed him, kissing his eyebrows and ears, "Baby? Does it hurt?"

Even though he had been enduring so much that his blood vessels were about to burst, there was still some tenderness in his hoarse voice. Song Qingshu wiped away the tears that could not be restrained. He was relieved when he saw Song Qingshu shake his head.

"Does it hurt?" He pulled the tightly clasped hand and kissed his scallion-white fingertips, the back of his hand, and his wrist.

Song Qingshu looked at him, the corners of his eyes became even more red, he frowned slightly and said silently, "I'm so swollen."

He usually looked listless because of his illness, and because he was too beautiful, he would have a faint sense of alienation and sadness.

Now, because he was stained with lust, his color became bright, his fair skin was translucent red, and his breathing was incredibly soft.

The full moon was half covered, and the room instantly became darker. Song Qingshu hugged He Feng's neck tightly, fearing that he would move suddenly.

But the breathing sound would not lie. He Feng kissed the side of his neck and smelled a rich sweet breath, "Baby, do you want to sit up?"

Before Song Qingshu could react, he was sitting on He Feng. Gravity caused his whole body to press on He Feng, his hands resting on He Feng's abdominal muscles, and he saw the other's encouraging eyes.

The powerful aura of He Feng tightly surrounded him. His legs were weak and sore, and he knelt beside He Feng's legs. He pouted his lips, reddened his eyes, and shook his head.

He didn't want this.

He Feng held his waist lovingly

, letting him lie in his arms. Song Qingshu nestled in the crook of his neck like a cat, motionless. It was so beautiful and comfortable to touch the skin of your lover.

Gradually, He Feng began to pull away, and the ambiguous voice spread like waves in the water.

He Feng's excited breathing was clearly audible, and Song Qingshu's begging for mercy was blocked by his lips, and only the overflowing spring sound could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, He Feng panted and kissed Song Qingshu on the lips. The red lips were like crushed cherry blossoms.

He was trembling pitifully, digesting the pleasure that had not yet dissipated. The corners of his mouth were still pouting, and the tears on his eyelashes looked soft.

He Feng patted his back gently to help him relax.

Song Qingshu's face was still stained with tears, his nose wrinkled, and he was so sleepy he could barely lift his eyes.

The air was thick with a sticky, fishy smell.

He Feng knew he was tired and touched the soft flesh of his cheek, "Brother, wipe it off. If you're sleepy, go to sleep first."

The wind outside the window caused large clouds to obscure the bright full moon. Perhaps hiding out of shyness, He Feng watched him sleep on his stomach like a child in the dark room. His

eyes licked Song Qingshu's face, lips, and then downwards. (This is just a glance, describing a strong possessive desire, without any action!!!)

He Feng wiped Song Qingshu's face with a warm water-soaked towel, his movements gentle, just like when he had taken care of Song Qingshu when he was sick and had a fever, afraid to disturb him.

Song Qingshu was already asleep, his breathing even and smooth, so quiet that you couldn't even hear it if you didn't listen carefully.

He Feng suppressed the lust in his heart and cleaned carefully.

Afraid of not getting it clean enough, he pressed a few times on Song Qingshu's slightly bulging belly.

This erotic scene left He Feng's throat dry like a traveler in the desert, his eyes swirling with an intense, unquenchable desire. He swallowed, picked up Song Qingshu's blanket from the bedside table, and drank a sip of cold water.

After cleaning, He Feng couldn't resist and prepared to fall asleep in his arms, holding him tightly.

The feeling of being completely embraced and surrounded by his beloved was addictive. (Just sleeping in his arms.)

Song Qingshu slowly opened his eyes, irritated. He didn't know if it was an illusion or reality. He Feng kissed his eyes. "Sleep,"

he said, and Song Qingshu closed his eyes, well-behaved and obedient. Even when teased, he would only cry and whisper "brother."

He Feng's possessiveness was completely satisfied, and he was so happy that he kissed Song Qingshu on the lips again, resisting the urge to continue teasing.

He Feng looked down at Song Qingshu who was sleeping on his chest and whispered: "Sleep well.