Is This Intermittent Paralysis?

He Qing hesitated.

Listening to his little wife's inner thoughts, he suddenly regretted staying.

Xu Yanche found it strange that He Qing was standing there without coming over.

[Did he suddenly forget how to walk again? Didn't he seem perfectly fine walking just now? Is this intermittent paralysis?]

He Qing: "..." I'm not paralyzed.

Xu Yanche jumped off the bed, slid over to He Qing, and scooped him up in a bridal carry.

He walked to the bedside and placed him on the bed.

Then he started groping He Qing all over.

"Hehehe, I won't hold back now. You brought yourself right to my door."

He Qing: "..." Why did his little wife seem a little lacking in brains?

The tips of his ears turned slightly hot.

He covered Xu Yanche with the blanket.

"Sleep."

Xu Yanche wriggled out from under the blanket.

Then, like an octopus, he wrapped his arms and legs around He Qing.

[Wuwuwu, Qingqing Darling has such a great body. He feels so nice. Sigh, he's already twenty-seven and still a virgin—what a bargain for me.]

[Hehehe, I get to take advantage of a handsome man and have so much spending money every month. I'm practically a winner in life. Qingqing Darling must have saved the Milky Way in his past life to meet someone as handsome as me.]

The feelings that had just risen in He Qing's heart were extinguished by Xu Yanche's few words.

A little irritated, he peeled Xu Yanche off him. "Sleep properly."

Xu Yanche pouted, hugged his blanket, turned his back to He Qing, and pulled out his phone to play Snake Battle. He still had not collected the shells from today's beachcombing mission.

He watched an ad to double his shells, then went to the shop to exchange them for a skin.

[Tsk tsk tsk, I've got over two hundred trillion shells now. I can finally get the skin I've been dreaming about. Nice, nice—ahhhhh, I finally got it! No, I have to post on Weibo and show off.]

Long Aotian: Hehehe, I exchanged for my beloved skin!

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[Chive Who Doesn't Eat Chives]: Alright, alright. Seeing that Tiantian is worth over a hundred million yet plays the same game as me makes me feel much more balanced.

[One Lap and I'll Send You to Grandma]: Wuwuwu, Tiantian, you're worth over a hundred million. Why are you still using a free Snake skin from watching ads?

Xu Yanche immediately replied when he saw the comment.

[Long Aotian]: We don't spend money in games. It's easy to get addicted, so no thanks. Wouldn't that money be better spent on two grilled sausage sandwiches from a street stall?

[One Lap and I'll Send You to Grandma]: Makes sense.

[Fertilizer-Painting the Wall]: Why do you have so many shells?

[Long Aotian]: You big dummy, you need to upgrade your attributes, or you won't get many shells. Every time you open it, watch another ad and collect double the shells.

Xu Yanche chatted back and forth with his fans for ten minutes.

He opened the recitation video He Jing had sent him and gave it a quick look.

Then, in a good mood, he went to sleep.

The corpse felt nice and warm.

[My fans are so cute, way cuter than Qingqing Darling. Qingqing Darling won't let me hug or kiss him, and he won't talk to me either. My fans are on the same wavelength as me—they chat with me.]

He Qing, who had not yet fallen asleep, heard every word of Xu Yanche's thoughts clearly.

He turned onto his side to face Xu Yanche.

Then he forcefully pulled the nearly asleep Xu Yanche into his arms.

Xu Yanche, who was already half asleep, jolted awake.

He immediately lashed out with a flying kick, knocking He Qing off the bed.

"You bold pervert! How dare you take advantage of your grandpa!"

He Qing looked darkly at Xu Yanche on the bed.

Looking at the man lying on the floor, Xu Yanche finally remembered that there was someone sleeping beside him.

He felt a little guilty.

[I'm used to sleeping alone, so I forgot there was someone beside me. And this guy too—why didn't he say anything? What a sin. God of Wealth, please don't dock my allowance over this.]

He darted off the bed, helped He Qing up, and sincerely apologized. "Sorry, I forgot you were lying beside me. Does it hurt? I'll rub it and blow on it for you."

He Qing lay back on the bed and tugged the blanket over himself, looking a little aggrieved.

For the time being, he did not want to talk to his little wife.

He had clearly complained that He Qing would not let him hug or kiss him. Fine.

He had hugged him, and what happened?

He got ruthlessly kicked out of bed.

Xu Yanche stood at the bedside, looking at He Qing sleeping under the blanket, pondering something.

Then he shamelessly burrowed under the covers.

He crawled into He Qing's arms and hugged his waist.

"Qingqing Darling, don't be mad anymore, okay?"

[Be mad if you want, just don't deduct my allowance.]

He Qing was nearly furious to death.

He had finally realized that Xu Yanche only had money in his eyes. There was no room for an actual living person like him.

Everything he did for him was because of money.

He scooted backward, putting some distance between himself and Xu Yanche.

[How bold of him to push away my hug. Does he know how many people out there want me to hug them? Is it because I'm not handsome enough? Is my voice not nice enough? Is my waist not soft enough? Or am I not cute enough when I talk? And he actually pushed me away.]

[I'm going to hug him anyway. What can he do about it?]

Xu Yanche pressed forward step by step, leaned in, and wrapped his arms around He Qing's waist. "Try hiding again."

He Qing lowered his gaze at Xu Yanche in his arms and felt that his little wife was rather hypocritical.

Forget it. He would not stoop to a child's level. If he wanted a hug, then he could hug him.

When Xu Yanche woke up in the morning,

he reached out and felt around.

He touched a firm chest.

It felt pretty nice, so he gave it a squeeze.

Then a low, sexy voice came from above his head. "Does it feel good?"

Xu Yanche opened his eyes, looked at the muscular body in front of him, and nodded. "It feels good."

He even leaned over and gave it a kiss.

After kissing it, he seemed to remember something.

His expression suddenly froze.

Then he returned to normal and boldly reached his hand downward.

He also leaned in and kissed He Qing on the lips.

He Qing caught Xu Yanche's hand, the tips of his ears faintly red. "Shameless."

Seeing He Qing's reddened ears, Xu Yanche realized something.

In his heart, he let out the laugh of a Black Witch Fairy.

[Hahahahahaha, well, well, well. Who would've thought that a mighty CEO is actually so innocent? A little teasing and he's already embarrassed. If we ever did that kind of thing, wouldn't he die of shame?]

Xu Yanche leaned over, preparing to kiss He Qing again and give him a French kiss.

He stopped just before their lips met.

He Qing had been looking forward to it. Seeing Xu Yanche stop, he was somewhat confused. Didn't he say he wanted to French kiss me? Why did he stop?

Hurry up and keep kissing me.

Then Xu Yanche dragged him into the bathroom.

[Damn, I haven't brushed my teeth. I'll give him a deep kiss after I brush them.]

He Qing: Makes sense.

But when it came time to brush his teeth, he ran into another problem. There was no spare toothbrush, and he did not want to use the hotel toothbrush.

While brushing his teeth, Xu Yanche zipped over to his suitcase, rummaged out a brand-new toothbrush, then found the washed milk tea cup he had kept and handed it to He Qing.

"Use this to brush your teeth."

[Sigh, this is really letting him off easy. I'd originally planned to keep this milk tea cup for drinking water. Milk tea from this shop isn't cheap.]

He Qing looked at the milk tea cup Xu Yanche handed him, at a complete loss for words.