When the man carrying the goods came home, the first thing he said was related to Shen Ying: "Ji'er, I'm thirsty, can you give me some water?..."
?The young master in the room, accompanied by the footsteps, said in a deep voice: "You actually call me, I am no longer your favorite young master, am I?"
After half-taking off his soil-stained clothes, Igawa heard the sound and immediately replied: "No, it's not."
Answering nervously, Igawa turned around in a panic. He saw Shen Jiu holding a cup behind him. With his eyes lowered, Igawa saw that there was no water in the cup again...
The young master stopped talking, but his cheeks were bulging. After looking at each other, he leaned towards him.
As a man is used to, he put his big hands around Shen Zui's waist and lowered his head. The water was slowly passed to him by the young master.
Shen Jun's face turned red: "Are you still thirsty?"
Igawa smashed his lips and said, "Thirsty."
Shen Jun dodged Jingchuan's head that tilted toward him again, smiled cruelly, and gestured to the kettle on the side: "Here, drink it."
The man, whose vitality and blood were rising, could only pat himself down and get drunk, then walked over obediently and drank some water.
Touching the teapot, it was hot. The water poured out by Igawa was boiled hot water. It seemed that it had been specially warmed by a very well-behaved and sensible little guy.
Young Master, he is really a virtuous man with a hard and soft mouth... Igawa drank many glasses with a smile.
After Shen Yu teased Jingchuan, he continued to write something on the side. They were some short literary works that were very popular at the moment, short stories with a few hundred words, talking about the love affairs of literary artists.
Ikawa felt guilty when he saw the beautiful handwriting of the young master's manuscript. The small articles written by the young master made more money than he earned from moving goods. The young master's middle finger was already red and swollen because he had written too much.
Igawa held Shen Zui's hand, put down the pen gently, and was slightly discouraged: "I promised you to live a good life."
Shen Jun kissed his fingertips with tenderness: "Being with you is a good life."
Ikawa sometimes felt that he was very lucky. He couldn't control himself that day and summoned such a gentle and arrogant little ancestor for himself.
"I love you so much, young master." Igawa hugged him with one hand, touched his head, and stroked his back. It was as if he wanted to put Shen Jun into his arms, showing that he loved him to the extreme.
Shen Jiong pushed him away: "Stop being numb, the bath water is almost cold."
His wife even put the bath water in for him, but she was not very gentle. Ikawa reluctantly rubbed his drunken face gently, and kissed him again, not daring to make a sound. He went to take a bath and hummed a tune. Every word of the song is inseparable from the deep drunkenness.
The house was small, so I couldn't help but hear Igawa's loving words while being drunk. My thoughts were confused and I couldn't write anymore.
After getting up, Shen Yu walked to the door and knocked, "Can you be quieter..."
"What?" Igawa stopped singing.
Shen Jun continued: "Keep your voice down, you're disturbing me."
"What?" the man said in a long voice.
She was so drunk that she pushed open the door and shouted with all her strength, "I said... um!"
It turns out that pretending not to understand is just a man's trick to hook up with someone drunk.
Bow lowered his body and kissed the young master wildly and tenderly, Igawa: "Come with me..."
Igawa touched it tentatively, sensing the young master's attitude.
Panting, Shen Jun hit him on the head and glared: "I've washed it."
Not unhappy, Igawa half succeeded: "Wash again."
"Helplessly" curled up in the man's arms, said "No" in a drunken voice, and hugged this man who was like duckweed to him tightly, "Slow down..."