After not standing for too long, Qiao Muyuan felt sleepy, and Ji Changmu carried her to the bedroom.

In a daze, Qiao Muyuan hooked his arm around his neck: "Brother Ji, don't forget to stand for punishment."

"It's already this time and you still haven't forgotten to punish me."

"Who asked you to hang out with knowledge and practice? If you are good, you will not learn. Do you know that there is a saying that... the person who is close to the vermillion is red, and the person who is close to the ink is black."

"Then you have been close to Qiao Zhixing for so many years, what color have you changed into?"

"What?" Qiao Muyuan was defeated by Ji Changmu and felt that this man was really annoying.

If she couldn't tell him, she would be lying. She kicked her calf twice: "I don't care, you have to stand for punishment, and I want to watch you stand for punishment."

"Okay, okay, penalty stand, go to penalty stand now, be good."

"Well, let's go now." Qiao Muyuan pouted.

Ji Changmu settled her down, went downstairs, put on a coat, and really had to stand in the courtyard.

He was not that obedient, but he also wanted to see the New Year's Eve that belonged to him and Qiao Muyuan, as well as the lights of thousands of houses.

In the brightly lit capital, the lights finally turned on for him. From now on, he no longer had to wander around the world.

The man stood in the courtyard downstairs, sometimes looking at the bright moon in the sky, sometimes staring at the dead trees and grass in front of him.

Fireworks bloomed in the sky in the distance, one after another, dazzling.

The light from the street lamp lengthened his figure. He stood alone in the yard. After a long time, he lit a cigarette.

He hasn't touched cigarettes for a long time.

He held the cigarette between his slender fingers, and the cigarette butt was extinguished clearly in the night. The blue-gray smoke curled along the fingers and enveloped the side of his face.

The man was smoking in the yard, and no one came to disturb his racing thoughts.

Year after year.

Tomorrow is another new Lunar New Year.

…

In the middle of the night, Ji Changmu walked back to Qiao Muyuan's room and closed the door.

His body was cold and cold outside, and his clothes were covered with wind, frost and white mist.

Qiao Muyuan fell asleep. She had already changed into a purple lace-up satin nightgown. A ribbon lightly strangled her waist. Her fair and charming skin was visible under the V-shaped neckline. Her slightly curly black hair fell on her shoulders. She was exuding radiance all over.

The floral fragrance of bath essential oil tempted Ji Changmu to lower his head in the dim room.

Taking advantage of the thin light outside, his fingers gently brushed across her cheek, neck and collarbone... over and over again, with a hint of coolness.

Qiao Muyuan moved his lips but did not wake up.

Ji Changmu's throat moved. He bent down and kissed her red lips. At first he only tasted it briefly, but then he couldn't control himself.

Although Qiao Muyuan drank too much, he was woken up by Ji Changmu and opened his eyes: "Ji Changmu..."

"Um."

"Why don't you stand outside...I haven't asked you to come back..."

"Do you know what time it is now?"

"No matter what time it is."

"Are you willing to give up?"

"..." Before Qiao Muyuan could speak, he sealed her with a kiss, preventing her from speaking again.

Qiao Muyuan's hands wrapped around his neck. For some reason, she didn't push him away this time. She was even a little greedy for Ji Changmu's warm breath.

Ji Changmu took off his coat and vest and got entangled with her.

The moonlight from outside leaked into the room, spreading a thin layer of light on the wooden floor.

It was already past eleven o'clock at night.

He can spend the New Year's Eve with her this year.

Qiao Muyuan hugged his neck tightly, and he smelled of the familiar scent of oud and a little bit of cigarette smoke.
Chapter completed!