Would You Like to Have a Drink

Soon, Zong Luo was stunned.

“What are you doing?”

His original intention was to leave the school and find a quiet place to talk.

As a result, he didn’t know what happened, and brought the people to the apartment as he walked. All the way the other was humming a joyful song.

As soon as he walked into the entrance, before he could change his shoes, he was hugged by a pair of hot hands.

The nasal voice implied a smile, “Junior brother has been thinking about it for a long time along the way, suppose Senior brother remembers, it should be the quickest way.”

Zong Luo trembled all over his body.

Not the shudder of being touched, but the familiarity that almost comes from the soul.

Later, it seemed that everything was as it should be.

Kissing, exploring, fingers interlocked.

After really being pressed, Zong Luo’s pasty brain finally became clear.

Yes, what is he doing?

“Don’t….ugh ah.”

However, it was late.

When returning to the sheath, it was true and authentic satisfaction.

The young man in red sighed hoarsely and hugged him over and over.

Even though it was in a dream, it was full of delicious taste. The body was still the same as reality, every place, every corner that could be easily tense, had been clearly explored by Yu Beizhou.

“Professor, do you remember now?”

He maliciously stuck his chin on the shoulder socket, holding the whole person in his arms while sinking a little bit in exchange for a muffled groan from the other party.

Since Zong Luo didn’t respond, Yu Beizhou worked even harder, and his tone was regretful. “Then it seems that Junior brother isn’t working hard enough.”

Zong Luo felt as if he had been roasted on a fire.

It’s so familiar that even the shape that came out was the same every time, not to mention the ache and limp feeling that made the ends of the hair tingle between breathing and spurting, as if one wanted to drown in the same temperature.

They were now standing in the hallway, with their backs to the wall.

Unable to stand firmly, Yu Beizhou directly picked him up, making him completely dependent on him. This posture only made him more entranced, causing that straight and beautiful arm to only be able to wrap around him, trembling in vain.

Drip, drip.

The faucet in the apartment was forgotten to be turned off, wetting a patch of the floor.

Yu Beizhou was slightly satisfied.

The senior brother in the dream was just as fragrant and soft, but he didn’t know what was going on, he actually forgot about him.

Despite being satisfied and full, it didn’t hinder his teasing words.

The young man in red said in a pitiful tone. “Senior brother, do you remember?”

If he still didn’t remember, then he would be even more ruthless.

Tossing and turning, directly making the young academic professor confused.

In the end, he curled up in his arms, the corners of his eyes carrying physiological tear stains, and he fell asleep in a daze.

The dream was still a bit good, didn’t need to be cleaned up.

Could still fill to the brim, and kept until the next morning. When he got up, Yu Beizhou would teasingly appreciate the flowing beautiful scenery, and then press him down again.

The dream seemed a bit long. Many details were clear when carefully recalled, but it was just an inexplicable dream.

Zong Luo accepted the existence of Yu Beizhou.

It was acceptance, as if tacit consent. Although he hadn’t remembered the name yet, he really started a strange love affair.

A week later, the students under Zong Luo found that their professor, who had been single for many years, seemed to be cohabiting.

A pair of hands often appeared lazily on the screen during group discussions, not showing a face, just a hand, sometimes holding a plate of strawberries, sometimes holding something else, just a pair of hands that looked extremely good.

Every time, it was only after Yu Beizhou finished feeding that Zong Luo reacted, blushing and telling him to stay away, not to disturb their meeting.

The days passed leisurely for about half a month.

One day, Zong Luo went out with Yu Beizhou, and suddenly looked up halfway.

On the coming and going road, there stood a fuzzy figure.

Indeed, it was fuzzy, unable to see the face, only able to see the Mian Diao and the luxurious clothes on the body, trying harder to see, those golden lines outlining the dragon pattern were dancing claws, extremely luxurious.

Knowing what, Zong Luo’s nose went sour, and tears came down.

“Why cry. A qualified emperor shouldn’t shed tears.”

The emperor clasped his hands behind his back and tilted his head.

Even if he couldn’t see his expression, Zong Luo knew that there must be a smile on his face, and his eyes full of pride.

Of course, the smile turned into gritted teeth after seeing Yu Beizhou.

The stinky boy clearly knew that it was a dream, but he was still playing a love game with him in the dream. Obviously, as long as he said the name, he could wake up, but he deliberately dragged it for a long time.

“Okay, won’t come here again next time.”

The emperor waved his hand, and the wide robe drew an arc in the air, pushing him back. “Go back and work hard, don’t think about avoiding political affairs with such tricks!”

Looking at the empty face, the dream gradually began to collapse, Emperor Yuan turned and left.

The next time we meet, it should be on one’s deathbed.

For immortals, it’s just a snap of the fingers.

In the sky, he will always watch carefully.

****

Zong Luo faintly woke up.

The fan with carved patterns in the sleeping hall caught his eyes, and the incense burner that was circling leisurely, the surroundings were warm and quiet.

Even the hand that was on his body was still hot.

The person behind him was holding him, making a few nasal sounds. “Sleep a little longer, Senior brother.”

So he waved away his thoughts and lay down again.

“Junior brother had a dream last night.”

Early in the morning, Yu Beizhou’s voice was a bit aggrieved. “Senior brother did not remembered Junior brother in the dream, Junior brother is very sad.”

Zong Luo: “?”

Zong Luo: “I slept very well last night, I didn’t dream.”

However, the young man in red had already turned over, picked him up, and bit his earlobe intimately.

“Junior brother doesn’t care, anyway Senior brother has to comfort the injured Junior brother.”

As for how to comfort, that was up to the individual.

By the time he finally soothed Yu Beizhou, who could always find an excuse to do it any time anywhere, Zong Luo was already too tired to have any strength.

The emperor did not have a rest day, but Zong Luo stubbornly made it a six-to-one.  (TL: work 6 days, rest one day)

Fortunately, today was that one, otherwise he would have to get up early for the morning court no matter what.

The young man in red kissed his fingertips, and then hugged him tightly, rolling into the bed together.

Now it was the eighth month of the first year of reign of the new emperor of Great Yuan. The world was peaceful, and all nations came to pay tribute to the new emperor.

At the beginning, even when dealing with political affairs, Zong Luo would be sad for a long time when he saw the manuscripts left by Emperor Yuan, and he had to hold back his tears. As time went by, he could also take on the role of one’s own, a monarch wielding power of both kindness and sternness.

Just like him and Yu Beizhou, they once harbored murderous intent, hated each other to the bone, and were enemies who would not stop until death. But now they were deeply in love, entrusting each other with their backs, wantonly enjoying themselves, without the need for many words.

People always had to grow up. Fortunately, there were people to accompany them.

They still have a lot of time left to share with each other.

For the rest of their lives, it would always be so.