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After it was over, Xu Haorui stroked the young husband's back, kissed his temples, and suddenly said in a low voice: "It's enough for me to have you and Li Zai."
Xu Haorui rubbed Lin Qingjiu's waist and legs, "I can't bear the cost of losing you, so I don't want you to go to the gate of hell again. I know you may not understand my thoughts. In my heart, we can stay together until we grow old. is the most important thing.”
He picked up his underwear and wiped the sweat from his young husband. Under the light, his beautiful jade body was covered with traces of his kisses.
"Spreading branches and leaves is not the mission of our lives. My friendship with you is insincere. I long to be close to you in my heart, not for the purpose of passing on the family line."
Xu Haorui raised Lin Qingjiu's flushed little face, with eyes as deep as the sea, staring into his wet almond eyes, and said affectionately: "I love you more than my own life, but I hope you love yourself more than you love me. "
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He was so confused that he completely forgot why he was unhappy just now.
After a while, Xu Haorui let go of him and said, "Be good, go to sleep if you feel sleepy. I'll bring you some water to clean you up."
"Hmm."
Lin Qingjiu rubbed his big hand touching her head and let him put her on the bed.
Xu Haorui was only wearing underwear. After cleaning him, he picked up the young man with one hand and put on his underwear.
After he blew out the lamp, he hugged Qing'er and lay on the bed.
Lin Qingjiu lay on his tight chest and said confusedly: "Arui, all the money is in my hands. If you change your mind, I won't give you a penny to spend."
"Yeah, okay." Xu Haorui responded with a smile, closed his arms, and hugged the soft person tightly in his arms.
The next morning, Xu Haorui got up early as usual, picked up Li Zai from the crib, and placed him next to Lin Qingjiu.
After he made breakfast, he washed the bamboo mat in the courtyard. Zhang Dazhuang stretched out and came out of the room. Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Li Zai wet the bed again? Why don't you put some more cotton cloths on him?"
Xu Haorui hummed vaguely.
Zhang Dazhuang was already used to it. He walked to the door of the kitchen to wash up, looked inside the room, and said strangely: "Huh? Brother Qing got up late today?"
Usually at this time, Lin Qingjiu was already up.
"Well, maybe I was too busy yesterday and I didn't wake him up." Xu Haorui said seriously.
Zhang Dazhuang nodded, put down the washcloth, walked towards the wine jar, and asked, "How many jars of wine were left yesterday?"
"Already finished."
"What? Thirty jars, not a single jar left?"
"Um."
Zhang Dazhuang didn't believe it, so he walked over and counted the empty jars. With a look of disbelief on his face, he smashed his hands and muttered, "It seems he still bought less."
Xu Haorui hung the bamboo mat on the big bamboo pole, turned to look at him and said, "Didn't the master buy it according to the number of people? I think it's about the same. Everyone had a great time drinking yesterday."
"Haha, yes, that's good. It's just that it's not convenient for us to go to town now. I thought I could leave a jar or two for me to drink one or two sips on weekdays." Zhang Dazhuang said regretfully.
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The Pretty Man I Picked Up [Time Travel]
Romance[Dedicated to farming and hoarding food. Doting on his wife. Handsome and aggressive x straightforward and clingy, beautiful and succumbing] Xu Haorui, who has been surviving in the apocalypse for nearly ten years, unfortunately died while escortin...