The Young Master of the Chamberlain's Family

Chapter 35 Qimeng

The mountains reflected the setting sun. Xu Anheng and his group followed the low-flying tired birds and returned home before the last ray of the setting sun set.

After a day of making trouble outside, both the adults and the children were exhausted. They sent the two children back to the eldest brother and the second brother's courtyard. They randomly stuffed some things into their bellies. After a brief wash, Xu Anheng lay down on the couch. Fall down and go to sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, Xu Anheng still seemed to be remembering something and muttered something vaguely. In the end, he couldn't resist the strong sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Nights in mid-spring are always exceptionally quiet, with the moon as cold as water and the stars sparse. There are occasionally one or two insects chirping, and then there is endless silence again. The peach tree in the courtyard is growing vigorously, and the flowers are blooming enthusiastically, with clusters of lovely pink and white flowers. The breeze blows, and wisps of fragrance float through the screen window into the boy's dream.

Xu Anheng knew clearly that he was in a dream - he was back in the peach forest. Among the pink and white petals flying in the sky, Zheng Qingyan was lazily leaning under a huge peach tree. When he saw him, he raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned in. He came forward, put his arms around his neck, leaned his forehead slightly forward, and nuzzled him gently.

"Qing, Qing Yan." Xu Anheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he grabbed his thin white forearms with both hands, trying to take a few steps back, "Qing Yan, can you relax a little?"

"Why do you have to let go?" Zheng Qingyan raised his head slightly, with an innocent look on his face, "Brother, don't you like this?"

Xu Anheng's cheeks turned red and his eyes averted, not daring to look directly at Zheng Qingyan: "I, I..."

"Hiss," Zheng Qingyan breathed out softly, his voice a little softer, "My brother's scratching hurts me a little, please be gentler, okay?"

Xu Anheng was brought back to his senses by Zheng Qingyan's gentle call. Hearing his cry of pain, he quickly let go of his hand and grabbed the other person's arm. He frantically wanted to see if he had grabbed his little brother's forearm. After seeing the mark, he was about to touch the cuff and then he remembered the inappropriateness of this move. He immediately let go of his hand, feeling a little at a loss as to what to do.

"Brother's neck is so red," Zheng Qingyan chuckled a few times. He didn't care about the pain in his arms. Instead, he used his arms slightly to take Xu Anheng a step forward, and he took advantage of the situation to put his chin on it. On his shoulder, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother, Qing Yan is very happy with you."

Hearing these words in his dream again, even if it wasn't the first time, Xu Anheng's heartbeat still accelerated, his mind went blank, and his face turned red from his cheeks to his neck. He couldn't help but hold Zheng Qingyan's waist and pull his little brother away from him. Taking some out of his arms, he lowered his head and looked at his plain white face, which was also stained with red. His eyes were full of affection, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he couldn't help but peck the slightly opened red lips.

So soft! Xu Anheng thought to himself, filled with sweetness, and raised his head slightly. Seeing his little brother's eyes widening, he thought he was scared. Just as he was about to distance himself, his mouth was covered with warmth again.

Xu Anheng held Zheng Qingyan's waist, surprised by his enthusiasm, but also pleased with his enthusiasm. He was caught off guard by a stinging pain in his mouth, and the tenderness on his lips gradually faded away.