The atmosphere was cold and silent.
The light in the man's eyes is alienated and lonely.
Feeling the real sadness of the other party, Yan Chuyang's heart trembled, he approached cautiously, raised his hand and touched the man's arm, hesitantly said, "You, don't be angry, I was wrong, I I shouldn't have said that, I wasn't..."
"You go." Wei Qing closed his eyes and said weakly, "I want to be alone now."
The boy's eyes darkened, and he lowered his hands in frustration: "Okay then, then, I'll go upstairs to sleep first."
After finishing speaking, Yan Chuyang stood up from the sofa, but before he could take a step, Wei Qing suddenly called him back, "Stop."
"Anything else?" Yan Chuyang quickly turned around.
Wei Qing sighed, took out the briefcase from the corner of the sofa, pulled out something from it, held it in his hand and stood up.
The light was a bit dim, and Yan Chuyang didn't see what he was holding in his hand at all.
The man slowly walked over, looking at the black shadow pressing towards him, Yan Chuyang couldn't help but think of the moment when his little elephant was controlled by the opponent, his heart tightened, and he took a big step back.
Seeing the boy's obviously avoiding posture, Wei Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he sneered and whispered: "How fast are you hiding, do you really think I will touch you?"
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment, and realized that he had overreacted, so he bowed his head in apologetic way: "I'm sorry, I..."
"Do you think you're very good-looking?" Wei Qing interrupted him, his voice was cold and authentic, "Do you think that when I see you, I want to kiss you, hug you, and press you?"
Yan Chuyang blushed, pursed her mouth and said, "I don't."
"Hmph." Wei Qing snorted coldly, "Don't be self-righteous, anyway, you are a man, so I wouldn't want to touch you!"
Yan Chuyang's heart bumped, as if someone had punched him in the face, he clenched his fists helplessly, lowered his eyes and said, "I know."
It was because he knew that he was so afraid of Wei Qing's hot and cold.
He shouldn't be so kind to himself. If he doesn't like him, he shouldn't give him so many fantasies.
Now pampering him so aimlessly, what will happen when he gets used to this pampering one day? When he leaves, how will he get used to living alone
Seeing the boy's drooping head, Wei Qing frowned and raised his voice, "Don't be awkward, who will you show? Who has wronged you?"
"No." Yan Chuyang lowered his head, rubbing the carpet unconsciously with his slippers.
The man sighed, and strode close to Yan Chuyang, raising his hand to touch his neck.
"What are you doing?!" Yan Chuyang shook off the man's hand.
Wei Qing's face turned dark all of a sudden, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "I can't understand what I'm talking to you, right? I don't want to touch you, pressure you, or fuck you! Don't be self-righteous to me, and don't come here to guard against that kind of thing everywhere. Is it done?"
Yan Chuyang's eyes flickered twice, he pursed his lips, and murmured, "Why do you want to touch my neck if you don't want to touch me?"
Wei Qing let out a long breath, suppressing his irritable mood, he raised his hand and opened his palm.
A delicate jade pendant tied with a red thread fell from the man's palm.
"This is…."
"It's Avalokitesvara." With a heavy complexion, Wei Qing pulled both ends of the red rope through the boy's fair neck, leaned over to help him tie it, and said in a low voice, "This is the one I went to near the company this afternoon. I prayed for it in a Buddhist temple, where the monks said that men wearing Guanyin can keep you safe, this thing was consecrated by the master, and it will bless you with a smooth race and get everything you want.”
Yan Chuyang had a sore nose, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wei Qing, I'm sorry, I overreacted just now, and I misunderstood you."
"Hmph." The man sneered, deliberately lowered his body closer to the boy's neck, sprayed the scorching breath on the back of the boy's neck, and said faintly, "I really thought I rarely touched you, Yan Chuyang, let me tell you clearly, it's you Standing naked in front of me, I don't even bother to look at you."
Yan Chuyang's shoulders trembled, he lowered his head, pinched the hem of his pants with his fingers, and said in a muffled voice, "I know."
"Lean on my shoulder a little more." The man said impatiently, "It's so far away, the light is so dim, I can't see how can you tie the red rope?"
Yan Chuyang hummed, and obediently took two small steps forward, getting closer to him.
The two were almost chest-to-chest, looking from the side, they were basically hugging.
Wei Qing's hand that tied the red thread didn't move at all, his eyes were down, fixedly looking at the small piece of white glowing skin on the back of the boy's neck.
It looks like a freshly peeled bamboo shoot, I really want to lick it.
Because of the inexplicable cold war, the two of them seemed to have not been this close for a week.
Wei Qing took a deep breath, sniffing the familiar sweetness of mint on the boy's body.
It smells so good, I really want to hug him and smell it all night.
Wei Qing has always been wondering, the same shower gel and the same toiletries, how come Yan Chuyang smells so good after Yan Chuyang has used it up, but when he uses it, it doesn't smell at all
"Wei Qing?" Yan Chuyang suddenly broke the silence, "Have you fastened it yet?"
"No!" The man said displeasedly, "The rope is very slippery, so I can't hold it."
"Eh..." Yan Chuyang was startled, stepped back and said, "If it doesn't work, I'll tie it."
"Don't move." Wei Qing wrapped his arms around his waist and suddenly hugged him into his arms. Taking the opportunity, he quickly lowered his head and kissed the boy's neck.
The moist breath sprinkled on the skin, Yan Chuyang shook his body, and struggled suddenly, "What are you doing?! You kissed me!"
"Don't blame me." The man raised his head nonchalantly, "It was you who stepped back, and I didn't realize it, so I hugged you and accidentally touched your neck."
Yan Chuyang's forehead twitched: "Then I'll tie it myself, lest you run into me again."
"No need." The man twirled his fingers nimbly, tied a small knot at the red string, then backed away, looked into the boy's eyes and said, "It's finished."
Yan Chuyang's face froze: "Didn't it be difficult to tie?"
Why did it suddenly take two or three seconds