Chapter 187： (1/2)

That night, Suzuran fell into the trap of Grandpa Yanning and was coaxed to sleep by three or two sentences, leaving her two fathers alone in the bedroom. Because according to time calculation, He An's estrus period is no later than midnight.

But until more than ten o'clock, He An still showed no signs of estrus. His skin was warm and cool, and his breathing was smooth. After taking a bath, he took a citrus-flavored nutrient in his mouth and sat quietly reading a book by the window.

It was snowing outside the window, and a few scattered small lights in the courtyard illuminated the flying snow particles. The canopy, rocks, and roof tiles were all silver-white.

Zheng Feiyu stared at He An's ten toes exposed with the blanket, feeling dry and dry, and his lower abdomen felt like a fire, but he couldn't touch it, so he plunged into the bathroom with a depressed head.

He An flattened his mouth.

He knew Zheng Feiyu had been baking on the shelf for a day, but ... but he really didn't feel it yet.

With the sound of water from the bathroom, He An turned a page of the book.

This book is called The Traveler of Ai Ai, an autobiography of an Omega poet 40 years ago. It records the contradictions and feelings of his life. He An returned to the room in the evening and saw it on the bedside table with four other books.

The book is very old, it doesn't seem to be a new one, and the cutouts don't cover the library's red seal. It doesn't seem to be a loan. After picking up a book and turning to the title page, and seeing the name written in Qingyi handwriting, He An came to understand--

Yanning.

These are Yan Ning's books.

Yeah, his uncle Yan wasn't born so calm, he must have been young, and he had been confused and painful. He knew that He An had fallen into the same predicament, so he gave the book that enlightened him to He An.

He An was holding these books, thinking that the young Yan Ning was looking for answers page by page, and he was not alone at all.

The sound of water in the bathroom ceased, and after a while, Zheng Feiyao came out wearing a bathrobe.

He is like an inexperienced virgin. In order to seduce He An, he used a rather naive method: he deliberately tied the straps of the bathrobe loosely, exposed a large chest and abdominal muscles, and let the water droplets follow a strong texture. Pour down. I still repeatedly adjusted the position of the device when wearing underwear, so that it looks extraordinarily strong. I didn't expect to be careless and hard, so the shape was a bit too strong.

He An lifted his eyes from the book page and saw this scene, holding back his smile and avoiding his eyes.

It was only a short while later, He An was obviously absent-minded, holding a book, his cheeks crimson, his chest suppressing the sound of breathing, and the white toes under the blanket rubbed impatiently.

Zheng Feiyu couldn't help secretly ecstatic.

But he didn't know that He An didn't react because of his half-nakedness at all. It filled He An's reverie in his head. It was just the opposite picture.