You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 256: Unceremoniously Pounced

The person opposite was still fiddling with the snacks on the table, looking over the couple's marriage certificate and gift book over and over again.

Under the candlelight, the whole person flickered...

"How can you get drunk with just that small sip?" Bai Wan said with a smile.

Ling Shumo looked at him thoughtfully and admitted honestly: "Then, I was drunk."

After falling in love, he always became intoxicated unconsciously, as if he had never been sober.

He is not the lover in the play who knows how to speak sweet words to please others, nor is he the husband who loses his self-control and indulges in the sea of desire.

All we can do is to fall into this world and devote our whole heart to it.

One more glass of wine would be the limit.

Ling Shumo closed his eyes slightly, a breeze blew in from the window, he looked like a dream or a painting, the scent of ink aroused his desire.

Seeing this scene, Bai Wan felt a little warm in her heart: "You are really heart-warming like this..."

Having said it so bluntly, others have already pounced on him without any hesitation.

This guy has no reserve to begin with, let alone the possibility of feeling ashamed.

Anyway, we are all men, there is no need to distinguish between high and low status, or between the primary and the secondary. We are all equals, and each has his own opinion.

Ling Shumo gently lifted the man's head and pulled him close to his side to prevent him from accidentally falling and hitting the corner of the table.

"Be careful." He said faintly.

But at this time, a certain scoundrel was not willing to sit still, so he raised his head and started to bite.

When they came to their senses, they were already looking at each other with passion and kissing with hoarse voices.

The last shred of rationality disappeared completely.

Ling Shumo couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently touch the face of the person opposite him: "Abai, why are you willing?"

In his opinion, this matter was somewhat subversive of dignity, and no one would agree to it...

But this person...

There is clearly an opportunity to regret.

He is so bad at sleeping that I always kick him off the bed, even though he is such a fierce hedgehog.

The person on the other side suddenly blushed, and he was so angry that he said loudly and confidently: "You must know that I just feel sorry for you!"

Ling Shumo looked at him with his affectionate eyes and smiled softly: "Okay..."

He still speaks less, after all, he always does more than he says.

The candle eventually went out, and a little smoke disappeared into the night and drifted in the air.

This is nothing for white peas.

After all, he had been blind for a long time, so he could accurately find Zi Chen's location even with his eyes closed.

The scorching heat was spreading inside the curtain.

As the faintest whimpers passed through the fingertips, the black hair of urgency and expectation intertwined.

Ling Shumo blushed as he whispered softly beside her ear: "Do you remember the first time we met when we were little?"

Anyway, ever since they first met at the age of seven, it seemed like they had a lifelong bond.

Bai Wan's eyes were a little blurry, and he frowned as he recalled: "At that time, I was looking at the little people's drawings and didn't notice you at all. Later, when I was sleeping in the school, I saw the sketch you drew and realized that I had a new classmate..."

The person opposite him gently put his arm around his shoulders, half helpless and half sighing:

"My father was a scholar, but he never passed the imperial examination and devoted himself to his studies. He approved of my painting because he didn't care about my future."

Although the two first met and became classmates in school, their memories are very different.

In Bai Wan's memory, he was just a new classmate.

However, Ling Shumo's father was a child prodigy in the area, but his reputation of never passing the imperial examination had hurt him.

Even though Ling Shumo was considered well-versed in poetry and literature at that time, he was still regarded as the reincarnation of Zhongyong.

The poems he wrote were torn up by his father, and the large characters he wrote were burned by him.

Moreover, any classmates who wanted to interact with him had to be examined based on their academic background and family background. Those with poor academic backgrounds were not allowed to interact with him and were simply kicked out.

From then on, Ling Shumo had to change schools everywhere, and no one was willing to make friends with him.

Except, Han Miaoran...

This person doesn't care about everyone's status, knowledge, appearance, or respect. He only looks at their temperament and likes and dislikes, and he can also see through Ling Shumo's thoughts.

This is also the reason why the two of them can become lifelong friends because of their interests and personalities.

Ling Shumo gently kissed the eyelids of the person opposite him and closed his eyes deeply.

"You are unique to me..."

Bai Wan gradually became less and less clear-headed, not understanding why this man brought up that old memory.

He just felt that Zi Chen tonight was talking a lot, which was unusual, and his clear lips were always opening and closing.

Really...really...cute?

Ling Shumo gently stroked the jade cheek of the person in his hand, and felt more and more that he was bewitched.

"I have written a letter to the current Prince Qing, and I will resign from office and retire with you soon. Do you think it's a good idea?"

When the exhausted Bai Wan heard this, he immediately sobered up for a moment: "Will Song Yuanshan agree?"

Resigning from office at this time would be a very controversial move.

Moreover, Zichen's ability as an official was recognized by all officials. He was good at being a censor and a military commander in Dingzhou.

Ling Shumo was intoxicated, leaving traces of lotus petals, and said in a low voice: "Abai, you believe me, right?"

"Um……"

Bai Wan was too lazy to think. She was so exhausted that her sanity was being taken away bit by bit.

The love grows stronger in the night, like the winding smoke from a candle rising up.

Afterwards, the emotions dissipated quietly without a trace.

finally……

This man was vicious and deliberately left scratches on Ling Shumo's back.

"From now on, outside, you are the husband and I am the master. Inside, I am the husband and you are the husband! Hmm?!"

Is there any difference between the two?

No, there is a difference here in White Pea.

One is in name only, the other is...

"it is good--"

Ling Shumo responded softly.

He just felt pain on his back, as if he was being scratched by a cat's claws, and kissed the corner of the other's lips helplessly.

I don’t know how long it took…

When the hair was stained with sweat, someone finally realized that the scene and sound were familiar.

Bai Wan's body stiffened instantly as he suddenly realized something.

"No, why do I feel like I've seen this scene before?!"