Xuanmin's expression did not change, it was exactly the same as when he closed his eyes in the evening. If Xue Xian hadn't been able to feel his rushing pulse, and could feel the warmth that he kept radiating, he might have been impressed by his calm and unwavering appearance. cheat in the past.
I don't know if it was because of the heat in Xue Xian's body, or something else, Xuan Min's pulse became heavier and heavier, and the dampness and heat in the neck cavity evaporated more and more. Xue Xian lazily looked at Xuan Min Jing. Jing closed his eyes, not knowing what kind of evil he was in, but he didn't want to move.
Just as he was burning his brain with enthusiasm, he unconsciously moved his fingers on Xuan Min's wrist.
Xuan Min's pulse jumped like a drum, half opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at Xue Xian.
For a moment, the breaths of the two were almost intertwined, giving people the illusion of being extraordinarily close...
Chapter 57: Silk in the Bone (2)
Xuan Min's half-open eyes almost merged with the darkness in the room, making it difficult to see where his eyes were falling, whether it was tangled in Xue Xian's equally chaotic eyes, or the tip of his sweaty nose, or more. Below some...
There seems to be a thick and invisible barrier around the two of them. All the noises from other places are blocked from the barrier. It's an illusion of panic, as if the whole room is narrow and narrow, making it impossible for people to move or move.
Xuan Min's wrist, which was being held by Xue Xian, moved suddenly, grabbed Xue Xian's fingers with his backhand, turned it over forcibly, and pressed Xue Xian's hand tightly. I don't know if it was because of his body's reaction that he couldn't control the strength in his hand, and he clenched Xue Xian's hand extremely tightly.
At this time, Xue Xian was at a loss and confused and realized that Xuan Min was wet with sweat, whether it was his neck, shoulders, arms or palms. It was wet and slipped into Xue Xian's fingers. When clenched tightly, the skin between the fingers couldn't avoid rubbing each other... The illusion of intimacy was even heavier, and it could even be called intimacy.
Xuan Min closed and half-opened his eyes as if he was half awake. A drop of hot and humid sweat dripped down from his chin or where it happened. It just happened to land on the tip of Xue Xian's chin, and it slid down his neck all the way. under the bosom.
Xue Xian's breath suddenly became heavy, and a sudden jolt occurred in his mind.
In the alleys outside the backyard, some cat woke up and let out a long meow, which was very clear at night, as if it was squatting beside the bed.
Xuan Min seemed to be completely awakened by the cat's meow, he suddenly pulled back the force between his fingers and closed his eyes again.
Xue Xian's eyelids twitched, the fingers he was pinching subconsciously shrank, and his whole body suddenly sat up straight. But when he was about to withdraw his hand and shove the chair aside, Xuan Min had already sat upright, his eyes were still closed, his expression still did not move, but the hand he held Xue Xian had already loosened.
He closed his eyes for a long time and reopened them, quietly looking at Xue Xian beside him, and said, "Sit further away."
His tone was as calm as ever, but his voice was lower than usual, with a hint of hoarseness.
Although Xue Xian had already stepped aside, the heartbeat and pulse that had been suppressed before seemed to have suddenly found an exit at this time, and he was jumping wildly as if he had continued his life, almost beating the drum against Xue Xian's ear. So much so that his ears were filled with the throbbing sound of "Xitu, Xitu", and he couldn't hear Xuanmin's low words.
"Huh?" he responded.
Emotions have not yet escaped from the closeness of the previous illusion, so that his voice has a somewhat nasal tone, which makes him seem docile and lazy.
Xuan Min was silent for a moment, and finally said lightly, "It's nothing."
Xue Xian's pulse gradually returned to normal, he let out a sigh of relief, but the numb knuckles of his right hand were reminding him of everything he had just done. While loosening the muscles and bones of his right hand, he silently drove the two-wheeler to the table, his back turned to Xuanmin, and by fiddling with the wick, he suppressed that uncomfortable feeling.
The wick was fiddled a few times, and the bean flame became longer, and the whole room suddenly brightened a lot. Xue Xian turned his chair around, and by the bright fire, he could see Xuan Min's current appearance clearly—
The thin layer of monk robes on his body has been soaked with sweat, and the outlines of the muscles on his shoulders and arms are half-hidden... No matter how many different meanings these can evoke, I will look at it after calming down. Where will it be comfortable.
Seeing his sweaty body, and thinking of his unusual body temperature just now, Xue Xian rarely thought about others, and asked, "I'll get you some water, can you wash it?"
Yi Xuanmin can't stand all the dirty spleen, and this sweat must be unbearable