Sensing that thing had left him, Yan Yu’an couldn’t help letting out a slight breath of relief—but the next second, his lips were viciously bitten by the giant snake.
The moment they kissed, he shifted back into human form, and those firm, strong arms wrapped tightly around Yan Yu’an’s waist.
The snake’s lips were cold, without a trace of warmth, but those hands were exceptionally hot—so hot that Yan Yu’an couldn’t help wanting to dodge.
“Accept me, okay?” Shen Yuanzhou didn’t let him leave. His voice now carried a trace of desire-induced huskiness, pleasant and alluring.
As if bewitched, Yan Yu’an trembled and nodded slightly.
Perhaps he didn’t even know what he was doing, but at this moment, looking into those pale golden eyes of Shen Yuanzhou’s, he sank into a whirlpool of desire.
Perhaps it was because he already had feelings for him, or perhaps for some other reason—he silently accepted Shen Yuanzhou’s kiss.
Shen Yuanzhou’s hands were big and rough. He easily covered Yan Yu’an’s tear-filled eyes.
His field of vision vanished, and everything around was darkness. Hearing and touch grew especially sensitive. He heard Shen Yuanzhou’s heavy panting, and felt the searing heat of the hand resting at his waist.
“Mmm…”
Without meaning to, a tiny moan escaped from his mouth. That accidentally released sound made Shen Yuanzhou even more excited.
…
They didn’t go all the way. Yan Yu’an’s eyes were wet, and he looked feebly at Shen Yuanzhou, who was busying about beside him.
Though they hadn’t gone all the way, they’d more or less done what should be done—so Yan Yu’an just lay on the bed blankly, watching Shen Yuanzhou, whose face was full of excitement without a trace of fatigue.
He raised his hand and glanced at his own arm, covered all over in dense bite marks and blue-purple bruises.
How did it come to this?
Yan Yu’an couldn’t help slapping his own head. He felt like a scumbag—everyone wanted to…
But… Yan Yu’an lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
“Eat something.” He didn’t know how much time had passed before Shen Yuanzhou handed Yan Yu’an a leg of mutton, roasted until the fat sizzled.
No wonder he’d left right after wiping me clean—so he’d gone hunting.
Yan Yu’an thought this and took the leg of mutton, biting into it heartily.
He’d been eating little these past few days, and combined with the intense exercise just now, he’d long been exhausted—so a big bite of meat like this filled him with satisfaction.
Shen Yuanzhou looked at him with a smile.
Yan Yu’an felt a little uncomfortable under his expression. He knew Shen Yuanzhou understood his thoughts and seemed to support them—but it was precisely this calm, unruffled look that left him a little at a loss.
Before the apocalypse, policy had vigorously promoted childbirth, and having multiple partners wasn’t uncommon—so though Yan Yu’an found it a little shameful, he didn’t have any other thoughts about it.
But his past self had always thought he’d only ever find one. He hadn’t expected…
As he lowered his eyes in thought, Shen Yuanzhou said quietly: “When they come back, they’ll know too. Don’t feel burdened.” His voice was gentle, as if carrying a wondrous power.
Yan Yu’an’s originally anxious mood instantly calmed. He looked up at Shen Yuanzhou, who had a smile at the corner of his mouth, and couldn’t help secretly laughing.
“What are you laughing at?”
Yan Yu’an answered: “I was thinking of how you used to be—cold, unapproachable.”
Shen Yuanzhou didn’t mind him saying this. Instead he nodded in agreement. “Right. That’s how it was before.” He touched Yan Yu’an’s black hair, which had grown a little longer. “Before, I also really hated those two.”
Yan Yu’an watched him quietly, waiting for him to add what came next.
“Though I still really hate them now.” Shen Yuanzhou took the bone Yan Yu’an had finished with.
Yan Yu’an laughed and said no more, but inside he was very happy.
Actually, having three people nagging around wasn’t bad at all.
Once Xie Ji and Ning Bingque left, it seemed to grow quiet here.
Shen Yuanzhou wasn’t the talkative type to begin with, so he always just watched Yan Yu’an quietly, staring at that rosy mouth of his.
How could one person say so much?
Shen Yuanzhou was a little puzzled—but the feeling was quite nice, not as bad as he’d imagined. Instead, it made him feel very happy.
Yan Yu’an liked talking with Shen Yuanzhou too, but with only the two of them here plus A Xuan, it was really a bit too quiet.
Yan Yu’an missed the noisy days of before a little.
“How long did you say they’ve been gone?” Yan Yu’an put the leaves he’d torn off into a small box—it was full of leaves.
Shen Yuanzhou took the box from his hand and started counting them one by one. By the end there were exactly fifteen.
Yan Yu’an pursed his lips and propped up his chin. “Half a month already. So long…” He muttered.
The pretty, fair youth sat at the table with his chin propped up, looking both well-behaved and adorable.
Over the past few days, Shen Yuanzhou had brought wood and carved out a small garden for their little house—and in the center of the garden, made a stone table and a few stools.
The garden was planted full of rare and exotic plants A Xuan had found from other places, and the whole courtyard gave off a vigorous vitality.
But A Xuan hadn’t been here these past few days, because it said it was going back to find its partner.
Only then did they learn that A Xuan had a little partner.
At the time, Yan Yu’an wanted A Xuan to bring its partner back, but it refused.
So for these fifteen days, it had just been the two of them.
Since confessing his feelings that day, Shen Yuanzhou hadn’t made any other moves on him—only every night he would deepen that bite mark on Yan Yu’an’s collarbone.
According to him, this bite mark was his mark. With it, no other person or animal would dare bully Yan Yu’an.
Yan Yu’an nodded uncomprehendingly. Though he was a mutant and could now turn back into his true form at any time, he was still a stalk of grass—he couldn’t smell the scent Shen Yuanzhou left on him.
During this time, Yan Yu’an had also studied iron. He found there was more thin mud in the river here, so he tried Mu Shu’s method of smelting iron.
Sure enough, a few days later he obtained a large amount of iron beads.
He used these iron beads to make a hoe, and some other things, like a small knife.
“I found vegetables over there. We can clear a patch of land and plant vegetables. An ordinary wooden hoe isn’t as convenient as an iron one.”
Though Shen Yuanzhou didn’t like eating those green leaves, seeing how eager Yan Yu’an was, he still gathered some seeds for him.
And so, behind the house, Yan Yu’an personally cleared a patch of land.
“Need me to help you?” Shen Yuanzhou stepped forward, wanting to take the hoe, but Yan Yu’an swatted his hand away.
His sweat-covered face was written all over with excitement. “No need! I can do it myself!”
Shen Yuanzhou: “…”
Forget it. He’d just guard this spot.
The sun was a little strong today, and before long a thin layer of sweat covered Yan Yu’an. When that sweat was dried by the sun on his fair body, his whole person seemed to glow.
Shen Yuanzhou couldn’t help swallowing, his gaze landing on the youth vigorously swinging the hoe.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before Yan Yu’an wiped the sweat off his forehead and, shouldering the hoe, walked excitedly over to Shen Yuanzhou.
“Say—when they come back, will they see the tender sprouts here?”
Shen Yuanzhou wanted to say no, because he’d already sensed Xie Ji’s and Ning Bingque’s scents—they’d arrive by this afternoon at the latest.
But looking at Yan Yu’an’s excited face, he finally nodded slowly. “They definitely will.”
Yan Yu’an cheered and hurried off to water the vegetables. Perhaps because Shen Yuanzhou was here, even with his body and legs bare, no bug would be so foolish as to come bite Yan Yu’an.
Seeing he was already drenched in sweat, Shen Yuanzhou quickly pulled him into the house. The house was much cooler, and combined with Shen Yuanzhou’s naturally cold body, Yan Yu’an’s heat quickly subsided.
“You rest here. I’ll go smelt iron.” Shen Yuanzhou said, about to head out.
Yan Yu’an’s eyes widened in surprise. “You know how to smelt iron now?” He couldn’t quite believe it—after seeing Shen Yuanzhou nod, he immediately broke into a smile. “Perfect. I’d originally planned to teach you two when they got back, but now that you’ve learned it, you can teach them.”
The moment he finished, he saw Shen Yuanzhou curve into a smile, not knowing what was on his mind.
Yan Yu’an didn’t know that Shen Yuanzhou was thinking: when those two get back and see Yan Yu’an covered all over in my scent, and then I have to teach them how to smelt iron—won’t they be furious?
And just as Shen Yuanzhou had thought, Xie Ji and Ning Bingque returned when the sky was almost dark that afternoon.
“An’an!”
Xie Ji had started calling Yan Yu’an’s name from far away. To see him first, he’d even dumped Ning Bingque at the foot of the mountain.
At this moment Yan Yu’an was still resting in the house. Hearing the voice, he ran right out—while Shen Yuanzhou, smelting iron behind the house, raised an eyebrow and didn’t follow.
Forget it. After all, I’m the official wife. I won’t hold it against him.
Shen Yuanzhou fanned the fire with a little fan woven from rattan, thinking smugly.
Xie Ji had smelled Shen Yuanzhou’s scent from far away. He frowned silently, but when he saw Yan Yu’an running toward him, he grew happy again.
At first he’d thought the scent was so strong because only Shen Yuanzhou was here—but as Yan Yu’an drew closer and closer, he realized this scent was coming from his own precious An’an.
For a moment he couldn’t help freezing where he stood.
“Where’s Ning Bingque?” Yan Yu’an stood before Xie Ji, revealing a brilliant smile.
He didn’t notice Xie Ji’s heartbroken expression at this moment, but instead looked around, starting to search for Ning Bingque.
“An’an…”
When Yan Yu’an noticed Xie Ji again, he saw the whole lion looking utterly dejected, tears still hanging undried on his face.
Yan Yu’an was shocked. “Xie Ji, wh-what’s wrong?” His brain raced, thinking of several possibilities. “Did something happen to the lion tribe…”
“Or did you get hurt?”
He asked hesitantly, watching his expression as he asked—only after seeing him shake his head did he feel slightly relieved.
But soon he was puzzled again. Since there was no problem with the lion tribe and he wasn’t hurt, then why was he crying?
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