In the province of H, there is a small town with only a few thousand residents. Although it lacks the towering buildings and bustling streets of a bustling city, the town has a simple and honest folk tradition, with fresh air and wildflowers blooming in abundance all around.

Yang Xuan, with a cute round face, stood in front of his own door, looking up and anxiously scanning ahead with his little head. His soft voice carried a hint of impatience, "Mom, why haven't Aunt Jing and Xiaoya arrived yet?"

"Can you stop asking me every minute?" Li Yi Yi snapped irritably as she picked papayas in front of her house. This foolish son of hers, ever since he saw Xiao Ya's photo two years ago, he's been infatuated with her, constantly shouting that he wants to marry Xiao Ya. Now that he heard Ah Jing say that Xiao Ya will be moving in with them today, he's been standing in front of the door, eagerly waiting!"

Not long after, an old-fashioned minivan drove over and parked in front of the adjacent house. A graceful lady, with an exquisite figure, got out of the car first, followed by her delicately handsome little boy whom she tenderly held in her arms.

"It's Aunt Jing and Xiao Ya!" Yang Xuan's sharp eyes recognized the other party and excitedly rushed over with his short legs.

Tsk tsk! Look at that silly son. Li Yi Yi sighed and shook her head. Seeing how much he liked Xiao Ya, she couldn't be bothered to explain to Yang Xuan that Xiao Ya was actually a boy. Two boys can't get married anyway. Besides, when they go to school and mature, Xiao Xuan will naturally understand.

"Ah! Xiao Xuan, long time no see," Zhao Jing happily greeted Yang Xuan and then pushed Liu Yachen in front of him, saying, "Come on, Xiao Ya, call out 'Big Brother Xuan'."

Six-year-old Liu Yachen silently scrutinized Yang Xuan, who was two years older than him, and evaluated in his heart: a dunderhead with a really stupid-looking face.

Yang Xuan eagerly grabbed Liu Yachen's small hand and swiftly planted a big kiss on her cheek with enthusiasm. "Yachen, you are going to be my wife from now on, and I will always protect you, oh."

"......" A wife? How can two boys get married? He really is a fool. Liu Yachen remained calm and composed, raising his small hand to wipe off the drool on his face with disdain, using the sleeve of his clothes.

Time flies by, Yang Xuan has just entered the first year of high school, while Liu Yachen has moved up to the second year of junior high.

Yang Xuan returned home after school and walked straight into Liu Yachen's house. It felt so familiar, as if he was in his own home. He grabbed a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and walked into Liu Yachen's room while drinking.

"If you don't knock on the door next time, don't ever come into my room again." Liu Yachen was lying on the bed, reading comics. He didn't even lift his eyelids but still knew who it was.

"Hehe, I forgot for a moment, Xiao Ya, I have a lot of homework today. Can you please help me with some of it?"

"You're in the first year of high school, while I'm in the second year of junior high," Liu Yachen reminded calmly.

However, that person had no sense of shame at all and jokingly said, "But Xiaoya, you could solve the problems from the third year of high school a long time ago. The assignments from the first year of high school are a piece of cake for you."

"... As per tradition."

"Great!" Yang Xuan responded happily. They had made an agreement long ago. As long as Liu Yachen helped him with his homework, Yang Xuan would be responsible for cleaning Liu Yachen's house for a whole week.

The two of them were silent for a while. Yang Xuan glanced at Liu Yachen, then set down the milk in his hand, took off his shoes and socks, and walked towards the bed. He hugged Liu Yachen's waist and gently lay on his back.

Having lived together for eight years, Liu Yachen had long grown accustomed to Yang Xuan's physical contact. She neither disliked nor enjoyed these intimate touches, allowing Yang Xuan to hold her as he pleased.

Today, I changed seats and sat next to a girl. It was the first time I had ever spoken to a girl, and I felt oddly nervous." Yang Xuan confided in Liu Yachen about his inner turmoil.

After all, they attended boys' schools for primary and middle school, and it is only in high school that boys and girls study together.

"Is she pretty?" Liu Yachen casually asked.

"You're not as pretty as Yu Chen," Yang Xuan buried his face in Liu Ya Chen's neck and rubbed it. Although he already knew that two boys couldn't get married, he still really liked Yu Chen."

"I am a man, don't compare me to girls!"

"Mmm." Yang Xuan absentmindedly responded, his gaze fixed on Liu Yachen's delicate and adorable earlobe. Unable to resist, he extended his tongue and licked it lightly.

Liu Yachen suddenly sensed Yang Xuan's abnormality and couldn't help but roll his eyes helplessly. This guy who gets overly excited so easily is so annoying!