Su Yiran wrapped his arms around Ting-ge, closed his eyes, and kissed him passionately. He could feel Ting-ge’s urgency, and also the response from Ting-ge’s body. It was early in the morning, and they hadn’t been intimate for a while—he found himself longing for Ting-ge too.

But his current condition was special, so he gently pushed Ting-ge away and stroked his back to comfort him. “Not now…”

Gu Yuanting felt Yiran’s soothing gesture and sobered up. He remembered Yiran’s physical condition—now really wasn’t the time. Panting heavily, he stopped, and realized Yiran was also aroused. He leaned down and gave Yiran another kiss, paying special attention to the little dimple on his right cheek. At the same time, his hand moved downward.

…

…

Su Yiran closed his eyes, letting out a few low nasal sounds from what Gu Yuanting was doing, his face flushing red.

Gu Yuanting eventually withdrew his hand and looked down at it. His breathing grew heavier for a moment before he turned to head to the bathroom to take care of himself.

But Su Yiran, seeing Ting-ge about to leave, glanced downward and called out, “Ting-ge…”

Gu Yuanting stopped and looked at him. “What is it?”

Then he suddenly froze—his heart rate spiking, breath turning shallow—as he felt Yiran’s soft hand gently wrapping around him.

…

…

When it was finally over, Su Yiran withdrew his hand, staring at it for a moment in a daze. His entire face, down to his ears and neck, turned red with embarrassment. “Wh-why is there so much…”

Gu Yuanting looked at Yiran, unable to suppress his affection. He embraced him again and kissed him gently, his heart overflowing with love—he could never kiss him enough.

To Gu Yuanting, that intimate moment felt like a deeper kind of connection. He felt much better afterward, even the jealousy he harbored toward the original “him” seemed to subside.

He grabbed some tissues, carefully wiped Yiran’s slender fingers clean one by one, then told him to go wash up while he tidied the bed and folded the blankets.

Su Yiran had just finished brushing his teeth and was about to dry his face with a towel when Gu Yuanting entered the bathroom.

Seeing Yiran lower the towel, Gu Yuanting gently took it from him and lovingly dried his face.

Su Yiran: “…”

Before he could resist, his face was already wiped clean. When he looked up, he met Ting-ge’s tender gaze—eyes full of sweetness and love.

Then, Ting-ge kissed him on the lips again.

Su Yiran: “…”

He hurried out of the bathroom in a fluster, his heart pounding wildly.

It was just… a mutual helping hand early in the morning—why was Ting-ge so… so…

Gu Yuanting, after washing up, started preparing breakfast. During breakfast, he poured Yiran a glass of milk and insisted he finish it first.

Watching Yiran obediently drink the milk, Gu Yuanting suddenly thought of why he needed to drink it. His expression darkened.

He looked around the room—everything was warm and cozy, similar to the decor of the bedroom. The balcony was full of lush green plants and even some vegetables—very homey.

This was their home. Yiran and the original owner’s home.

On the surface, Gu Yuanting calmly ate breakfast with Su Yiran and did the dishes afterward. But inwardly, now that he was living in the home built by the original “him” and Yiran, he felt increasingly uncomfortable—as if needles were pricking him from every direction.

Once he finished tidying the kitchen, he came out and said to Su Yiran, “Yiran, let’s move.”

Su Yiran was stunned. “Why the sudden idea to move?”

Gu Yuanting replied, “This place is too small, too far out. The old neighborhood’s facilities aren’t great either. We should move somewhere better.”

Su Yiran knew he had a point, but still hesitated—he was attached to this home they had lived in for so long. “It just feels so sudden…”

After all, they had emptied their savings for the down payment—it carried a lot of sentiment.

Gu Yuanting walked over and hugged him, trying to reason with him. “We could live in a bigger, more comfortable place—have a better life.”

He paused, then thought of a reason that would touch Yiran’s heart, even though it made him internally clench his teeth. “And… we could move into a good school district—for the baby, in the future.”

Su Yiran’s eyes lit up. That’s right—they would need more space, especially a good school district. He was convinced. “You’re right. We should move.”

In fact, he had planned to do that eventually—after making more money and paying off the mortgage and car loan. He just didn’t expect it to happen this soon.

And now that he thought about Gu Yuanting’s identity, it was inappropriate for him to live in a small apartment in an old neighborhood. Yiran still wasn’t fully adjusted to his new identity.

Gu Yuanting felt a little bitter when Yiran agreed, but he brushed it off. Thinking about the new home that would belong solely to them, he began to feel hopeful and excited again.

With renewed purpose, he started making plans—picking out locations, imagining the furnishings, and aiming for a quick move.

Su Yiran became excited too and started discussing ideas and preferences with Ting-ge. Gu Yuanting eagerly took notes, page after page, as they brainstormed.

Yiran didn’t plan to go to the shop that day. After their conversation, he contacted the doctor who had examined him and asked about physical activity limits.

He knew better than to leave it to Ting-ge. The whole day, Gu Yuanting wouldn’t let him lift a finger—not even pour water, cook, carry a dish, or wipe a table.

If Ting-ge could, he would probably carry him around and spoon-feed him milk and food all day.

Just as Su Yiran was thinking this, he saw Gu Yuanting walk out with a plate of fruit. He picked up a piece with a small fork and fed it to him.

Su Yiran: “…” Blushing, he obediently opened his mouth and accepted the fruit.

After the fruit, Su Yiran looked through the doctor’s response and said to Gu Yuanting, “Ting-ge, I asked the doctor. I don’t need to be this careful. I can work, cook, and do things as usual—just take it a little easy and don’t get too tired.”

Afraid he wouldn’t believe him, he showed Gu Yuanting the doctor’s message on his phone.

Gu Yuanting read it carefully, then put the phone down and said, “Nope.” He gently stroked Yiran’s soft hair. “Be good and listen, Yiran.”

Su Yiran: “…”

He realized this would take some time to change Ting-ge’s mind.

—

The next day came quickly—December 31st, New Year’s Eve on the solar calendar. After lunch, Gu Yuanting coaxed Yiran into taking a nap. When he woke up with rosy cheeks and opened the curtains, he was surprised to see snow falling outside, the branches dusted in white.

He rushed out and called, “Ting-ge, come look—it’s snowing!”

Gu Yuanting was in the kitchen prepping for dinner. Hearing Yiran call, he wiped his hands and came out. Seeing Yiran’s flushed cheeks, he couldn’t resist hugging and kissing him. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm.” Yiran nodded and dragged him to the balcony. “It’s snowing!”

It rarely snowed properly in City A—mostly rain or sleet in winter. Having grown up in the south in his past life, Yiran always felt a childlike joy seeing snow.

On the last day of 2020, the long-awaited first snowfall finally arrived.

Gu Yuanting hadn’t noticed from the kitchen, but now he saw it too.

Yiran reached out to catch a snowflake, and Ting-ge, afraid he’d get cold, immediately pulled his hand back and kissed his palm.

The kiss made Yiran’s hand feel like it was burning—and his heart too. He turned Ting-ge’s hand around and kissed his palm in return.

The two of them smiled at each other, sharing the joy in their hearts. They leaned close together and quietly admired the snow. Gu Yuanting gazed down at Yiran, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him gently with the snow as their backdrop.

They had a warm, blissful New Year’s Eve.

Even though it wasn’t Lunar New Year, Gu Yuanting still prepared a lavish dinner—it was their first New Year’s Eve together. To him, it mattered.

After dinner, they curled up on the couch watching a local New Year’s gala. A while later, Su Yiran remembered something and picked up his phone. “Oh, I need to call Mom and Dad.”

The moment he said it, Gu Yuanting stiffened.

Yiran had already sat up from his arms and started a video call with his parents. It connected quickly.

“Dad, Mom,” he greeted them warmly.

Yiran had transmigrated into this world as a child—these parents were truly his own. He cherished this familial bond deeply and usually called them every week unless he was especially busy, like the past two months.

His parents’ faces appeared on screen, smiling brightly. “Ah, sweetie! Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes, I have. Ting-ge and I are watching the New Year’s gala. What about you two?”

“We’ve eaten too—we’re watching it too. Where’s Ting-ting?”

Yiran turned the camera toward Gu Yuanting—who was now sitting up straight, hands on his knees, heart pounding, and palms sweating with nerves.