Fu Lang Called Me Home For Dinner

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    Du Heng was lying on the bed, his head was dazed and he wanted to sleep for a while, but when he touched the bed, he couldn't fall asleep.

    He looked at the top of the tent, his thoughts were like snow, flying all over the sky.

    He got married today, and frankly, for a man, the joy of being able to marry the person he likes has already been happy when the marriage is confirmed, and the most anticipated thing is definitely the wedding night.

    He is very concerned about this matter, after all, it is the first time for him to be married. Although he has never eaten meat, he has seen pigs running, so it is not a big problem.

    Is he tangled up too fast?

    But this is the dawn of Da Yun, and it is not too much to follow the Romans.

    And as far as he knew, if the wedding night was not consummated, it would be a humiliation to the couple. He could never treat Xiao Man like this. This time, he was the one who said he wanted to get married.

    But...he has not known Xiaoman for a long time, and it has not been half a year.

    "Sir, are you asleep?"

    Before Du Heng struggled to come to a conclusion, he didn't realize that the outside was already quiet, and his husband came back to the house.

    Hearing Qin Xiaoman's voice, he suddenly realized.

    No matter how he decides, it is his own unilateral decision, and it depends on Xiaoman's intentions. If he wants to, he will be happy to do it. He doesn't want to force himself to be useless.

    Qin Xiaoman entered the room and closed the door softly, but he didn't hear Du Heng's answer for a long time. He couldn't help but straighten his waist and walked over with a big face.

    Really fell asleep.

    He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but he also understood that Du Heng didn't hold a lot of alcohol, and he should have gone to bed early if he was tired after drinking so much at the banquet today.

    Anyway, it will be a long time in Japan.

    He was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off his pants, when suddenly a hand stretched out from the tent and wrapped around his waist, and he was easily pulled into the bed.

    "Everyone is gone?"

    Qin Xiaoman looked at Du Heng: "Gone."

    "Aren't you asleep?"

    Du Heng stuffed Qin Xiaoman into the quilt, and it was still very cold in the early spring night: "Not asleep."

    But the wine Woke up, refreshed again, just right.

    It's easy to do something else.

    "Why worry about the things outside, it's not that I can't cook well."

    Qin Xiaoman moved his body to stick to Du Heng who was sleeping warmly.

    Du Heng squeezed Qin Xiaoman's hand: "What I'm thinking about is our marriage tonight."

    Qin Xiaoman's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly looked up at Du Heng: "Yes. Then can we have a baby?"

    Du Heng He chuckled, sometimes Xiaoman's straightforwardness is really good.

    Seeing that he was so proactive, he knew it was the case, and he couldn't help but feel secretly happy, but seeing that the people's eyes were so pure and bright, he was a little embarrassed to have such ghostly thoughts.