Originally, Wen Fengjin thought that his martial brother would feel guilty for knowing the part of the truth he intentionally revealed, then rely wholeheartedly on him, and eventually entrust his body and heart to him, living happily ever after with expressions like "Brother Fengjin, I'm cold" and "Brother, I'll hold you!"
However, as ancient people, we small attackers like Wen Fengjin clearly do not understand the modern way of getting along with partners...
Before Wang Xiaomei, in parentheses, chased after the Big Shot: timid as a puppy, pitiful when bullied.
Wang Xiaomei, in parentheses, knowing he is the moonlight in his heart: the corners of his mouth curl up, the smile becoming increasingly arrogant!
The change is as great as before and after marriage with your girlfriend or boyfriend.
"Little Wenzi, wash the clothes."
Wen Fengjin: "...Little Wenzi???"
"Little Wenzi, I used that knife rack as a clothes hanger."
Wen Fengjin: "...Where's my Liao Yue sword?"
"Ah? Oh, I threw it on the ground!"
Wen Fengjin: "..."
"Little Wenzi! The snacks I left have been stolen by Mu Yi, hurry and tell him to give them back to me!"
Wen Fengjin: "..."
"Little Wenzi, I've been burning the jiao-ren lamp for so many years without it burning out. If I put it on the ground to make hotpot...oh! It's on fire! Quick, come put out the fire, Little Wenzi!"
Wang Xiaomei, who was running around in panic, screaming as it burned, Wen Fengjin sighed, his wicked and jaded expression gone, and he flew over to embrace Wang Xiaomei, like a little puppy caught by the tail, and with a wave of his hand, a huge stone slab on the ground shattered, and the mixed soil instantly smothered the lamp oil.
Wen Fengjin held the tearful little thing in his arms and looked at the curly yellow strand of hair on his forehead, complementing the innocent face.
Frowning, Wen Fengjin was about to say something when Wang Xiaomei widened his eyes and puffed his face!
"What are you doing? Are you going to attack me!"
Wen Fengjin: "..."
Lovingly attacking, that's all.
Wen Fengjin couldn't help but pinch his nose, laughing at his 'bold' words, and bit that face, the soft, dreamy skin, the elusive person, even if the skin was cold.
Gradually, warmth filled Wen Fengjin's heart.
Later, Wang Xiaomei noticed that Wen Fengjin smiled less, but less of the twisted and paranoid smiles, and more of a helpless one, putting down what he was busy with to turn around and laugh with a look of good humor
His eyebrows were furrowed, but he seemed happier than ever.
Wang Xiaomei deliberately made trouble and laughed at the increasingly vivid expression on his face.
"If you're sad, I'll give you everything, warming you, even if I'm mischievous, I just don't want you to be lonely..."
There is an angel in this world called a mischievous troublemaker who always causes trouble and then kisses you to apologize for your girlfriend or boyfriend.
Dealing with such a small thing that can be stubborn and soft, and always melts your heart, just need to kiss and kiss him fiercely.
When they went to bed at night, the person who used to secretly touch the Big Shot's chest now did it openly, even putting his hand on the lower part, and had to hold the other's little brother while sleeping.
He watched the head resting on the chest, the legs on the stomach, and the soft, intentional snoring.
Wen Fengjin struggled to endure, only to be underestimated in the end.
Wang Xiaomei: "Can't you hold back? I can't hold it anymore!" Hmph, the nerve!
Wen Fengjin: "..."
Historically, the most deceitful buyer: Did not marry the gentle martial brother, but married the unfortunate Wang Xiaomei.
Wen Fengjin, who couldn't stand it, was about to push Wang Xiaomei away, but Wang Xiaomei growled, "Are you rejecting me? Huh? You tell me! Woof, woof, woof!"
Wen Fengjin: "...Don't bark like a dog, Xiaomei."
Wang Xiaomei: "...Woof, woof, woof!" I'll bite you!
Unconsciously, Wen Fengjin, who couldn't call this mischievous little thing martial brother, began to show a strange, black double pupil filled with sweet indulgence, from someone who admired the martial brother's back to an 'old' man who couldn't help but cherish the little brat endlessly.
One day, Wang Xiaomei got bored and started playing with mud, the underground palace lacked everything except electricity and internet connection, but it wasn't short of gems, gold, silver, and mud.
The old Wang Xiaomei had asked Wen Fengjin before: "With such a long underground river, there should be fish, right?"
Wen Fengjin paused and said, "I did throw a few fish that could survive in there, but their purpose was to prevent tomb raiding..."
"Wow! There are fish! Then we can finally eat fish meat!" Wang Xiaomei felt excited about finding something to fish with and didn't listen to what Wen Fengjin had said afterwards.
Until Wang Xiaomei fished out a 'big fish' with a human head and black hair from the water, and dreamt of that fish-headed 'big fish' laughing at him for two days.
Wang Xiaomei: "...I'm an idiot to believe there are any real fish in the tomb!"
After that, Wang Xiaomei never mentioned fishing and roasting again.
He obediently started making mud items by the river, making two urns, one for Wen Fengjin and one for himself, and when some expert discovered them and dug them up, they could use them.
Gradually, he began to dream of some things from the past, although his mouth tasted bitter when he woke up, Wang Xiaomei credited it all to the strange tree.
Perhaps it was because the memories he had lost began to awaken, and he spent a long time away from the tree.
He also met many of Wen Fengjin's 'adorable' pets.
Those uniquely charming ones are quite something… In comparison, among the blood-red great lizard people, Mu Yi is truly the most handsome one inside.
Wen Feng Jin held his hand and introduced him: "This is Mu Er." A female ghost, pale with black, sticky hair and a grim expression, who can compete with Sister Zhen for a meal, and is said to live in the water.
"And this is Mu San." Completely devoid of human form, looking like a mushroom with facial features and hands, from a distance, it looks like walking something, ahem, something all men know about... And Wen Feng Jin said that the mucus on him should never be touched, as it would instantly turn a living person into a puddle of water, leaving only clothes behind.
"And this is Mu Si."
"And this is Mu Wu."
"And this is…"
After the round of introductions, all ten grave guardians were acquainted. Wen Feng Jin smiled and said, "Aren't they cute?"
A group of big monsters howled and grinned in agreement.
Wang Xiao Mie: "...Um, super cute." It's definitely enough to form a terrifyingly cute monster lineup.
Wen Feng Jin gently rubbed his head and said, "When walking inside the tomb palace with them, remember that the location here is not something one person should know. The many tomb robbers make it very annoying, so don't get yourself hurt."
With them? They walk ahead, and I walk behind holding a rope?
Brother, are you walking the dog or having a night parade of ghosts?!
What do you think tomb robbers would do if they saw this big family of freaks? Huh?!
Wang Xiao Mie looked expressionlessly at the unsettling faces of the large family and said, "Sorry, I decline."
The group of grave guardians wailed, sounding quite pitiful- a fart! It's simply brainwashing noise, oh my god!
Wang Xiao Mie: "...Can you not be so authentic when acting?"
Big guys: No, the master is watching!
Wen Feng Jin grinned as he looked over at "Soften."
"Little Wen Zi..."
"Yeah?"
"Drive!"
"..."
That day, Wang Xiao Mie not only rode on the back of "Soften" and explored half of the tomb palace, but also walked among the ten terrifying monsters from the horror films.
Finding joy in it, Wang Xiao Mie started taking a stroll in his own graveyard every night before going to bed. Ten days passed, and Wen Feng Jin had lost weight, cough.
However, he also found an interesting phenomenon. It seemed that the relationship between the great lizard Mu Yi and the big mushroom Mu San wasn't great.
Every time they strolled, Mu Yi would lie on the top of the tomb passage or the wall, then, while walking, he would secretly spit on Mu San…
And Mu San tolerated it once or twice. As a result, Mu Yi, seeing him not say anything, would cackle, ultimately angering the big mushroom-like Mu San to start secreting corrosive mucus, making the nearby Mu Er and Mu Wu cry out in pain...
"..."
This makes me feel like I am watching a Husky that not only wants a pat, but also to be fed!
"Don't worry about it. Mu Yi and Mu San were never on good terms when alive," said Wen Feng Jin, carrying Wang Xiao Mie on his back. After he finished speaking, he glanced at those in front.
Mu Yi obediently climbed down from the wall and walked, and Mu San stopped secreting acid.
Several frightening monsters, walking with an imposing manner in the ominous tomb, their appearances unrecognizable, frightened a whole bunch of larger monsters, who looked like a pack of kicked puppies, obediently moving forward.
"..." Wang Xiao Mie teased Wen Feng Jin, finding it amusing, "Babe, you're too fierce."
Wen Feng Jin was startled, his eyes widened in disbelief, "What did you call me?"
From his back, Wang Xiao Mie couldn't see Wen Feng Jin's entire expression and said with a smile, "Babe! Together with us, don't we look like a family of three... a family of twelve? Mother and father, right?"
Wen Feng Jin didn't speak for a long time and also didn't continue moving forward. When the monsters in front curiously looked back, Wang Xiao Mie leaned over to see Wen Feng Jin's expression.
"Soften, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Wen Feng Jin seemed to suddenly come to his senses, he shook the back of Wang Xiao Mie and continued walking silently.
"Feng Jin? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Xiao Mie..."
"Yeah?"
"Child... his mother..."
"..."
A hoarse and smiling voice gently swept past, making Wang Xiao Mie blush instantly. The air fell silent, but this time it was a sweet silence.
Back on the standing platform, Wang Xiao Mie and Wen Feng Jin lay down in the coffin.
Both of them lay flat, not sleeping. This time, Wang Xiao Mie didn't casually reach over and Wen Feng Jin's faint breathing seemed to be infinitely magnified.
In the unsealed coffins, one could see the peach blossoms burning bright red all over the trees.
A slightly cool bony hand gently covered Wang Xiao Mie's.
"You..."
“You…”
The two looked at each other, and a thick, syrupy feeling seemed to pour into the air around them, sweet and suffocating…
Suddenly, Wen Fengjin laughed, his androgynous, beautiful and wicked face now calm. Half-closing his eyes, he slowly leaned in, and Wang Xiaomei also closed her eyes, waiting quietly.
Their faintly pink lips finally touched…