my world double door.

In the living room, Chen Xin looked at Li Yang kneading Zhang Xia's soft mud with his left hand and pulling her into his arms with his right hand. She was actually a little reluctant in her heart, but looking at Li Yang kissing her lips, she still forced a smile and opened her mouth.

While kissing, Chen Xin glanced at Zhang Xia, who squinted her eyes due to being rubbed. She closed her eyes silently and thought of the scene in the afternoon.

She was clearing the table when Li Yue hugged her and it started to thunder and rain.

While she was leaning on the table and pursing her lips as she was soaked by the rain, for some reason, Zhang Xia's door opened and she saw them at a glance, which made her stiffen and she responded to the rain.

But this stiffness did not last long. Even though she was stiff, Li Yang seemed not to care at all. He directly ordered Zhang Xia to come over with a strong order, and then did not let Chen Xin leave, making her watch the thunder and rain.

Zhang Xia was so upset that she burst into tears, but when Li Yang later sarcastically brought up the things her husband had done, she was speechless.

So naturally, Li Yang held them in his arms and made some requests.

Chen Xin was sulking at the time, and Zhang Xia also looked unhappy.

However, faced with Li Yang's request, they finally agreed reluctantly. When Li Jian was about to wake up, they stood up to make dinner. Unexpectedly, Li Yang started to help again, which made them blush.

After finally finishing the meal, Li Jian woke up again, and Li Yang finally stopped for some reason. This is why Li Jian saw that their faces were rosy after waking up.

And now, after dinner, Li Jian left, and Li Yang, who had just teased them, could no longer hold back.

Chen Xin knew that Li Yang was impatient, and Zhang Xia knew it even better, so they knew that it was useless for them to persuade and plead with him. They could only hold their anger and let him do whatever he wanted.

Li Yang carried them in the living room, and then carried them to the bed in the bedroom where Li Jian was resting...

"........."

When the two heavy rains stopped, the world seemed to become a lot quieter.

"Chen Xin, do you have any emergency medicine?"

In the bedroom, Zhang Xia, who had just come out of the bathroom, came to Chen Xin and whispered, a little embarrassed: "I can't buy this with my own identity now..."

To purchase this kind of medicine, you must use your real name, which will leave a record of your purchase.

This record can be checked at certain times.

Zhang Xia’s condition...is definitely not suitable for this.

Chen Xin was about to answer something, but was stopped by Li Yang. He held Zhang Xia in his arms domineeringly, pinched the soft mud with both hands, and held her in his arms. When the two of them looked at each other, he patted her and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Why are you taking medicine? Can't you accept it?"

"Come on, lie on top of me and play with me again."

Li Yang spoke with a smile. Zhang Xia looked at this boy who couldn't be more familiar, pursed her lips, and lay silently on the bed.

Chen Xin sighed, and lay down next to Zhang Xia. The two of them formed a beautiful landscape on the left and right.

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In the early morning, the morning light shines.

A man dragged his heavy steps, slowly walking on this familiar yet strange way home. Most of the shops around were closed, and the tightly closed shutters looked cold and ruthless in the dim light. Occasionally, there were one or two small shops with lights on, and the little warm light from them could not dispel the deepness and coldness of the night.

He had just finished a long night shift, and his face was full of fatigue. His eyes were bloodshot and dull, as if he had lost focus. The deep eye bags and swollen eyelids revealed his long hours of fatigue and lack of sleep.

His hair was messy, soaked with sweat and stuck to his scalp. Sweat beads continued to seep out of his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his slightly worn collar.

His work clothes were wrinkled, stained with oil and dust, and some stains from nowhere. His shoulders drooped slightly, as if he was carrying an invisible burden. His steps were slow and heavy, and every step seemed so laborious, as if his feet were dragged by lead blocks.

His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingers stiff and bent from long hours of work, his rough palms covered with calluses and tiny wounds, the marks of hard work.

His back looked particularly lonely under the light of the street lamp. His figure was slightly hunched, as if his spine was bent by the pressure of life. His body swayed slightly with each step, as if he might fall down at any time, but he still persisted, walking step by step towards home.

Passing by a small shop that was still open, the light from the window illuminated his profile. His cheeks were thin, his cheekbones were prominent, and his chin was covered with green stubble. His lips were chapped and had lost their original color.

The wind blew gently, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground and swirling around his feet. He couldn't help but shiver and tightened his clothes. However, this could not dispel the fatigue and coldness deep in his heart. His thoughts seemed to still stay in the busy work, and his eyes revealed a trace of confusion and numbness.

Occasionally, a car would pass by on the street, bringing up a gust of wind and stirring up the dust at his feet. He did not avoid it, but just endured it all silently, as if he had become accustomed to all the unpleasant things in life.

Finally, he arrived downstairs of his house. Looking up at the familiar window, a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and began to climb the stairs with difficulty. Every step he took required great effort, and the sound of his heavy breathing echoed in the corridor.

When he opened the door, a warm breath hit him. He walked into the room quietly, fearing to wake up his sleeping family. He collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes. At this moment, he could finally put aside all his fatigue and stress and enjoy this moment of tranquility.

When I got home today, my wife didn't prepare breakfast for me, but Li Jian didn't care. He was exhausted last night and now he closed his eyes and began to rest on the sofa in a daze.

When he fell asleep, he didn't notice that his door opened silently. His mother Zhang Xia ran back to the bedroom quietly, holding clothes and covering her private area. His strong "brother" also returned to his room with a smile. (End of this chapter)