Three: Can't provoke, can dodge

  Three: Don't provoke if you can't take it

  Yan Jing walked into the room prepared by Chu Xueran and saw a decoration that was completely opposite to the luxurious living room outside. The whole bedroom was white, including furniture, one more monotonous and depressing than the other. Yan Jing couldn't stand this lifeless environment at all.

  What made Yan Jing unbearable was that except for a clean bed, all other places were covered with dust. Don't look at Yan Jing's sloppy appearance, although he doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but deep down, Yan Jing is a very cleanliness-loving person, so he is very dissatisfied now, "What kind of hospitality is this? Actually letting me live in such a dirty house."

  Yan Jing slammed the door shut and walked out, coming to Chu Xueran's bedroom door, then knocked on it, "Uncle, open the door."

  "The door isn't closed, come on in." A lazy and listless voice came from inside the house.

  Yan Jing suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout his body and had to admit that this magnetic voice was too attractive to him.

  When Dai Yanjing came to his senses, he had already walked to the side of Chu Xueran's bed and was about to climb onto Chu Xueran's bed.

  Facing the awkwardness that might arise, Yan Jing's mind turned quickly, deliberately pretending to be natural, "Uncle, that house is too dirty. I have a cleanliness habit, I can't live in such a dirty place. Uncle, I'll sleep with you tonight, okay?"

  Mysophobia? Chu Xueran sneered, the stinky brat was quite good at pretending, but he was still too young to deceive her. A person with mysophobia would never be willing to sleep on the same bed as a stranger they had just met. However, Chu Xueran was too tired, having lost a battle that day and not being in the mood to expose Yan Jing's lie. She buried her head into the quilt and said, "Whatever."

  Having obtained Chu Xueran's consent, Yan Jing quickly took off his pajamas and snuggled into Chu Xueran's quilt, "It's really warm, winter is when you need someone to warm your bed, only then can you sleep comfortably."

  "Don't disturb me, go to sleep quickly." Chu Xueran was already a twenty-seven-year-old man approaching thirty, and he inevitably had some insomnia. He had just fallen asleep with great difficulty when Yan Jingru woke him up again and again, which was unbearable.

  "Can I hold you while sleeping? I'm used to holding something in my arms before falling asleep, if I don't hold anything I won't be able to sleep. If I can't sleep, I'll start talking nonsense, and if I talk nonsense it will disturb your sleep. If you can't sleep, you won't be able to get up early tomorrow..."

  Chu Xueran's face was covered in black lines. "Hug me, hug me, you can do whatever you want, but please don't speak again."

  "Got it, uncle." Yan Jing wrapped his arms around Chu Xueran's waist from behind and then found a comfortable position.

  "Wait a minute," Chu Xueran brushed away Yan Jing's arm, sat up, and turned on the lamp. "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

  "I'm wearing them," said Yan Jing, pointing to his underwear. "Lie down quickly, it's cold."

  Chu Xueran's black lines on his head increased again, got out of bed, Chu Xueran picked up the pajamas that Yan Jing had thrown aside and threw them over Yan Jing's head, "Put on your pajamas and go back to sleep."

  "Uncle, I'm so sleepy, can I wear it again tomorrow night?"

  Yan Jing narrowed his eyes, pouting, exuding an inexplicable charm. Unfortunately, Chu Xueyan was not buying it, "Your little bird was very spiritedly pecking at me just now, how could you possibly be sleepy?"

  Chu Xueyan insisted on having Yan Jing wear pajamas, and Yan Jing was about to be driven mad by him. He thought that from childhood to adulthood, relying on this 'unbeatable face', he had always been the one who said what others would listen to, but how did it become useless in front of Chu Xueyan?

  Yan Jing flipped over and turned his back on Chu Xueran, "I won't wear it!" Yan Jing added in his heart, let's see what you can do to me?

  Two minutes later, Yan Jing, who had been waiting for Chu Xueran to lose his temper, only heard the sound of Chu Xueran opening and closing the door before leaving the bedroom.

  Yan Jing sat up in bed and gave the bedroom door the middle finger, "Damn! Just because I'm afraid of being caught, what a turtle!"

  Yan Jing snuggled back into her bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blankets, "Sleep, sleep."

  Twenty minutes later, Yan Jing, who wanted to fall asleep, became more and more awake.

  Damn it! Yan Jing cursed in his heart, the quilt was full of Chu Xueyan's scent, and as soon as he thought that as a guest, he had driven away the host, Yan Jing simply couldn't fall asleep.

  Yan Jing sat up in bed again, put on his pajamas and walked out of the bedroom to see what Chu Xueran was doing.

  Yan Jing searched the living room but couldn't find Chu Xueran. In the end, Yan Jing had no choice but to open the bedroom door that Chu Xueran had originally prepared for himself, and as expected, Chu Xueran was fast asleep with his head buried under the covers.

  Yan Jing now really has the mood to kill someone, thinking that he couldn't sleep earlier because of guilt, Yan Jing feels like an idiot.

  In the past, Yan Jing was always careless and indifferent. When the sky fell, he would use it as a quilt to cover himself. Has he ever felt guilty about such trivial matters? And when has he taken such trivial matters to heart?

  Yan Jing felt that he had been fooled by Chu Xueran, so Yan Jing immediately decided to fool him back. He took off his pajamas again and climbed onto Chu Xueran's bed once more. Yan Jing secretly laughed to himself, wondering if Chu Xueran would be driven mad by him tomorrow morning.

  Yan Jing happily fell asleep with Chu Xueran in his arms.

  Chu Xueran felt that he was really too tired for the whole night, always dreaming of himself doing some strenuous work, his limbs were so tired that they couldn't be lifted.

  Opening her eyes, she saw that Yan Jing was only wearing his underwear and had his limbs tightly wrapped around himself. Chu Xueyan couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused at the same time. Looking at Yan Jing's sleeping face, Chu Xueyan muttered to herself, "Sigh, he's still just a kid, forget it, I won't bother with him."

  "Uncle, I'm already 17 years old, not a kid anymore." Yan Jing originally wanted to see Chu Xueran's flustered expression, but didn't expect his composure to be so high, making it impossible for Yan Jing to pretend to sleep.

  Chu Xueran rubbed the fluffy head in her arms, "I know, unfortunately, in front of me, you're just a seventeen-year-old kid."

  "I told you I'm not a kid, can't you understand?" Yan Jing said with some anger, tightly hugging Chu Xueran and pressing his lower body against Chu Xueran's. "Feel it, uncle, mine is no worse than yours, and it's even more spirited."

  Due to Yan Jing's deliberate friction, Chu Xueyan's physiological response as a man was successfully hooked up, and Chu Xueyan tried his best to endure it. However, Yan Jing continued to rub against Chu Xueyan with her body, completely unaware that her behavior was purely playing with fire.