When Feng Si opened his eyes, Lu Jingshen was still sleeping soundly with his back to him. The quilt had slipped down a bit, leaving large ambiguous marks on his shoulders and back. Without the cover of the night, they looked clearer than last night.
Feng Si reached out and gently stroked his shoulder blade with his fingers.
He can't let it go, just like appreciating and playing with a rare treasure that pleases him.
Under this subtle teasing, Lu Jingshen moved his body and slowly opened his eyes.
The feeling of the flesh touching was extremely clear. Even in a half-asleep state, he could feel the heat coming from behind. He tensed his back and stopped moving.
Feng Si leaned over and kissed his slightly raised shoulder blade.
Lu Jingshen shrank subconsciously and turned to look at the person behind him.
"Good morning, Alex." Feng Si murmured softly.
The unhappiness instantly disappeared, and Feng Si came close to him and rubbed his nose affectionately.
Lu Jingshen was not used to such intimacy. Even back then, this person didn't seem to be so clingy. But he put his hand on Feng Si's shoulder and didn't push him away.
The lower limbs are pressed together, pushed and collided, and some reactions cannot be hidden at all.
Feng Si is like this, and so is Lu Jingshen.
Feng Si casually grabbed the box on the bedside table and poured out the contents: "This is the last one."
The smile in his voice was obvious, as if he was deliberately teasing Lu Jingshen: "What should I do? You bought too few. There are only five in a box. We used up four last night. This is not enough for us to use for two days."
Lu Jingshen closed his eyes and refused to talk to him about this boring nonsense.
"It's really gone," Feng Si whispered the last sentence close to his ear, "It's okay if there's nothing. I don't mind being more direct."
Lu Jing frowned deeply and finally said, "You won't buy it?"
Seeing the mischief in Feng Si's eyes, Lu Jingshen realized that he had been fooled again and pushed him: "Get up."
Feng Si calmly and forcefully pressed down his hand and stuffed the last one into his hand: "Put it on for me."
Lu Jingshen licked his lips lightly, pinched the object in his hand, and slowly tore open the packaging bag.
Feng Si stood up from his knees and watched his movements.
Lu Jingshen's fingers trembled slightly as he stretched out his hand.
When the man pressed down on him, his hands touched Feng Si's firm chest, and he hugged him back in a daze.
At nine o'clock, the sunlight moved from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed. Lu Jingshen finally got out of bed. His feet stepped weakly on the carpet, and his calves were still trembling.
Feng Si held his waist with his hand behind him: "Can you still walk?"
Lu Jingshen looked back and saw Feng Si staring at him teasingly, his palm lightly brushing across his sore waist.
Lu Jingshen pushed his hand away and went into the bathroom.
Feng Si lowered his eyes, smiled, and followed.
Before going out, he reminded Lu Jingshen: "It's a little colder today than yesterday, you should wear more clothes."
Lu Jingshen took a coat, and Feng Si said helplessly: "You don't have to wear this, don't you have any other clothes?"
He had asked Liu Jie before, and from what Secretary Liu had said, Lu Jingshen's daily attire seemed to always be a suit and a shirt, the only difference being the thickness. In winter, he would at most add an overcoat. Even when he went on vacation privately, he wore casual suits, and the dark colors of gray, black, and blue were always the same, which was monotonous and boring.