The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

The first month of the lunar calendar is the New Year, and the first day of the Lunar New Year is the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Ye Shu was woken up by being shaken. The living room curtains hadn't been drawn last night, and now the sun was shining on the snowdrifts in the yard, and with this turn, it was shining right on the sofa.

Yes, I'm sleeping on the sofa again.

There are too many people in my family, and there's really no room for us to stay.

Several men squeezed onto the large kang (heated brick bed) in the east room, while the women requisitioned Ye Shu's bedroom. Even so, a few of them had to sleep on the floor.

Ye Guoqiang originally wanted An Jianxing to sleep on the kang (heated brick bed), so there was no way he would ask a guest to sleep on the floor.

An Jianxing, whether because he was uncomfortable being squeezed with others or something else, refused to agree no matter what he said.

Ye Guoqiang and An Jianxing slept on the floor together.

As for Ye Shu, the sofa is naturally the best choice.

He vaguely remembered that last night, before going to bed, Xiao Nuan went to sleep in the inner room with Shen Jingwan.

But now...

Ye Shu looked down at Xiao Nuan in his arms. Xiao Nuan was lying on her side, her face buried in his chest, one hand on his waist, sleeping soundly. She even looked like she was drooling.

Ye Shu had no idea when she arrived, and since he was probably feeling cold while sleeping, he reached out and hugged her like a hand warmer.

Hey, hand warmers... you know what, that's actually quite fitting.

It's already past 10 a.m., but there's no other sound in the house except for snoring.

Last night, everyone stayed up until the wee hours and only went to sleep after eating dumplings.

After maintaining a regular schedule for the past six months, Ye Shu has already started a health-conscious lifestyle ahead of schedule and can no longer stay up late.

He had no recollection of what programs were performed on the Spring Festival Gala after midnight last night. He only remembered lying on the sofa nodding repeatedly, as if he were approving of it. It seems he didn't even go to watch the fireworks after midnight.

The person in his arms was sleeping soundly, their warm breath seeping through his clothes like a small iron, warming Ye Shu's chest.

However, in the past six months, Ye Shu had seen all sorts of storms, so he wasn't surprised to see someone suddenly appear in his arms. Instead, he felt it was only natural.

Looking around, I saw that Ye Guoqiang and An Jianxing were still asleep, and the door to the inner room was closed, making it quiet.

Since no one is awake, I'll sleep a little longer.

Thinking this, Ye Shu pulled the person in her arms closer to her, lowered her head and buried her face in her hair, smelling the pleasant scent of shampoo, and closed her eyes again.

The person in Ye Shu's arms probably felt the embrace, or perhaps simply felt cold, and subconsciously shrank closer to Ye Shu in their sleep, shrinking into Ye Shu's blanket.

It felt so good that Ye Shu drifted off to sleep.

When Ye Shu came to her senses again, half-asleep, she heard noises behind her and hushed voices.

Someone got up.

He opened his eyes, turned his head to look back, and saw that Ye Guoqiang and An Jianxing had already gotten up and were folding the quilt.

The door to the inner room opened, and my aunts and other women came out, having changed their clothes. They seemed to be heading to the kitchen.

Shen Jingwan also got up. Although she looked pale and probably hadn't slept well last night, she still had that gentle smile on her face and was whispering something to her aunt.

Seeing that everyone was already up, it wouldn't be right for her to keep hogging the sofa. Ye Shu also remembered, but didn't get up.

The moment he moved, a blast of cold air crept into the blankets.

The person in his arms, stimulated by the cold air, hugged him even tighter, pressed their whole body against him, and let out a soft hum.

Ye Shu dared not move.

Ye Guoqiang had already folded the blankets. Looking up, he saw his son sprawled on the sofa like a sleeping Buddha, wondering what he was doing.

"Get up quickly if you're awake. If you want to sleep, go to the inner room. If you lie down there, what about the other people sitting there?"

Ye Shu was also feeling bitter. He remembered that he had been locked up.

Perhaps it was the noise from the surrounding conversations, or perhaps it was Ye Shu's reaction, but the person in her arms finally woke up.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Ye Guoqiang, An Jianxing, Shen Jingwan, and the aunts and grandmothers who hadn't yet gone to the kitchen, a head slowly emerged from Ye Shu's bed.

Her hair was a little messy from sleeping, and her eyes were still closed, clearly indicating that she wasn't fully awake. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, muttering something unintelligible, but Ye Shu could sense that she was very resentful.

After she rubbed her eyes, she opened them with a yawn and was clearly stunned when she saw Ye Shu.

Why did I see Ye Shu?

A...

Huh? What am I doing?

Her brain isn't working yet; she can't think of anything. All she knows right now is that she's very sleepy and wants to sleep.

Then, I heard her say something as if she were talking in her sleep:

"I must be crazy... I even dream about you..."

But as soon as she finished speaking, a smirk appeared on her lips, and she reached out and wrapped her arm around Ye Shu's neck, pulling him down:

"But it's alright... Come on, give me a kiss, it's just a dream anyway."

After saying that, she pressed Ye Shu's head against her face and kissed him firmly on the lips.

A very clear "pop" sound rang out in the living room.

After the kiss, he seemed to feel a little unsatisfied, so he pressed Ye Shu's head down and kissed him again.

Then again.

And then again.

She held Ye Shu's head like that, and like she was doing arm strength training, she kept kissing Ye Shu's lips.

Ye Shu felt like his head was about to be shaken to its limit, and with the surprised or murderous gazes around him, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

Just as he was about to be hit again, he suddenly raised his hand and shielded the two men's faces.

"Shut up!"

Then I felt a soft sensation in the middle of my palm.

The person beneath her blinked, staring at Ye Shu's expression, which looked as if someone had pulled down her pants on the street. She had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

No... this can't be a dream, right? No way!

Before she could react, she saw Ye Shu frantically winking at her and glancing to the side repeatedly.

She followed Ye Shu's gaze and saw her father, who looked like he wanted to devour her alive; her mother, with a doting smile; and the man who, judging from his back, seemed to be Uncle Ye, intently studying the structure of a television set. There was also her aunt, whom she had met before, and other people she had never seen before…

Her mind went blank for a moment, then slowly, very slowly, it returned, meeting Ye Shu's eyes again, before she asked:

"This...is this a dream?"

Looking at her expression that seemed to say, "If this is a dream, please let me wake up immediately," Ye Shu resignedly nodded.

"no……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

She suddenly laughed, a laugh of relief, a laugh of self-abandonment.

But after only a couple of laughs, the laughter turned into a mournful wail, like a sliding rheostat, and she shrank back into the covers.

"Ye Shu..."

"Um?"

"Just kill me now..."