Shen Yan looked at Qi Jin blankly. Then, blinked.
"Drunk."
He repeated these two words gently, as if it was the first time he heard them so unfamiliar.
For the second time, his fingers flicked next to his forehead, and this time he supported his head, as if it was filled with lead, he couldn't lift it up. So he could only lower his head and think hard. After a while, he finally realized the meaning of the word, and shook his head lightly.
"No, not drunk."
Seeing this, Qi Jin has come up with a very clear answer.
"Shen Yan," Qi Jin used to take care of a drunk colleague. She has experience in this area and knows that she can't deny the other party at this time, so she can only guide her slowly, "Okay, we'll celebrate everything that should be celebrated, tonight Just here. I'll help you to rest, okay?"
He used his own voice that was most suitable for reading bedtime readings to children, softly and gently coaxing him.
Because drunk people can sometimes become like children, so be patient.
"Yeah." Shen Yan replied in a low voice, seemingly still a little sober. Qi Jin looked at his frown, and kept his eyes closed, as if he was suffering. Unable to bear it, he hurriedly got up and walked around the table, gently stroking his back.
Feeling the other party's approach, Shen Yan opened her eyes, her eyes were dazed, her hand was released from her aching temple, and she subconsciously reached out to find Qi Jin.
Qi Jin did not dodge.
Shen Yan's fingers touched the shirt fabric around his waist, stopped for a while, and then slowly flattened his palm to cover it, groping up and down for a while as if to confirm the real existence of the person in front of him. It's that silhouette, it's that touch—yes, it's Qi Jin. Shen Yan let out a slow sigh of relief.
He didn't know why he felt anxious. Things that are usually easy to figure out, but he can't let go, he has to think hard and seek proof.
Qi Jin looked down and saw that he made such a foolish move with such a serious expression, and couldn't help laughing.
Unexpectedly, Shen Yan suddenly folded her arms and hugged him across the waist, burying her head deeply in her lower abdomen for fear that he would disappear, and clasped her hands behind him. Incredibly solid.
"Qi Jin." His voice was muffled, because he said it buried in his clothes, "Don't go."
It's about the present and the future.
He didn't know what the concept of being drunk was.
But the position of the heart seemed to be empty, and the things originally contained in it came to the skull, and hit the forehead strongly again and again, making a buzzing sound. His own hands are always eager to hold something as solace.
This feeling is uncomfortable, but it must be short-lived.
And the reality that Qi Jin might leave in the future will give him a long-lasting pain.
At this moment, with the help of alcohol torment, he can force himself to speak and say something that his reason would not allow him to say when he is sober. At this time, whether it was willful or selfish, he was able to express it frankly.
"Don't go..."
The further back, the more hoarse and hoarse, and finally the words are connected into one piece, blurring endlessly.
Hearing his pleas, Qi Jin couldn't help but feel a sharp needle-like pain in his heart, and let him hug her motionless, relying on each other. He even covered his head with his hands, and while combing his hair, he comforted in a deep voice, "I'm here. Don't be afraid, I'm not leaving."
Perhaps it was his comfort that played a role, Shen Yan's breathing gradually stabilized, her arms were not so hard, and she entered a more stable state.
Qi Jin then asked tentatively, "Go back to your room and rest, I'll help you get up, okay?"
Shen Yan's head rubbed against his shirt twice, he was reluctant to let go for a long time, and only made a muffled "um" for a long time. At this time, Qi Jin tried to put his hand on his shoulder, pushed back carefully, and pulled away. Shen Yan's two arms finally loosened, and slowly lowered from his waist, but still insisted on holding on to the corners of his clothes to prevent him from leaving.
"Your forehead is so hot, will your head hurt?" Of course Qi Jin wouldn't leave, instead he raised his hand and pulled the locks of his bangs back to his temples to check his temperature.
"Well." Shen Yan's eyes were a little sloppy, as if water was seeping in his eyes, and he couldn't blink.
"Can you stand up by yourself?"
"Yeah." His answer was simple and confused.
Qi Jin couldn't tell whether he understood or didn't understand, so he stretched his hand through his armpit, clasped it against his shoulder blade, and made a gentle upward support motion, signaling him to stand up according to the strength.
Shen Yan really moved her knees, lowered her head in a dizzy state to find the position where her center of gravity fell on the floor, then supported the table with her hands, and slowly brought her body up. About halfway through, he stopped and rested for a while. Qi Jin realized that he might be weak in the next plate, so he leaned over and let him distribute some of the weight to himself.
"Qi Jin," Shen Yan seemed to be a little more awake than just now, with clear guilt in her eyes, "... I'm sorry."
"What's the matter, let me take care of you occasionally." Qi Jin just smiled.
Shen Yan didn't smile, frowned for a long time, and slowly stood firm with Qi Jin's patient support, but her head was still heavy. The whole figure is like a hot water bottle filled with water, the body temperature is very high, and every time he takes a step forward, his body is slammed by the invisible current, and he has to be thrown to the ground.
After getting up, the white chandelier was divided into two parts in his eyes, one was empty and the other was real, the light was extremely full, and it was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.
Shen Yan panted lightly and lowered her face, temporarily resting her head on Qi Qin's shoulder, like a small animal that is sensitive to light.
Shen Yan and Qi Jin have never seen such a person before, there is a rare sense of freshness, and even the idea of "it's pretty cute" can't help but come up. When he returned to his senses in a daze, he was amused by his own thoughts.
"So you can't drink."
He coughed, suppressed the words he didn't dare to say, and turned the conversation to another point.
When Shen Yan heard him say that, she suddenly raised her head and looked directly at him from a close distance. Those dark eyes blinked hard, and blinked again, with a weak tone: "I can't drink very much, but... I will practice."
After that, he silently narrowed his brows like a child who knew his mistake.
Qi Wei was stunned for a while, and then she realized that Shen Yan was afraid that she would dislike his drinking, and the corner of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't help laughing. It's just... not to mention cute.
"If you can't drink it, don't drink it, and I don't mind, what are you doing with it?" Qi Jin rolled his eyes, put his hand on his back, and patted it lightly, "Come on, I'll help you go. "
"No, no need to help... You are still injured."
Shen Yan shook her head again and again, trying to reach out to support the seat, but she couldn't find the right place for a long time.
Qi Jin wanted to laugh but couldn't, and whispered in his ear to persuade: "Okay, I won't help you, so I'll pull you, okay? Huh?"
Shen Yan glanced at him ignorantly, opened her lips and said nothing, and finally nodded.
Qi Jin smiled and pulled his arm back from his armpit. After making sure that he could stand firm, he took his hand and led him forward step by step. He kept his eyes on him for a moment, and held Shen Yan slowly towards the room. The door backs up. Shen Yan followed Qi Jin's pace from beginning to end and completely surrendered the dominance.
This person is drunk, so at least let him sleep comfortably.
Qi Jin thought about it again and again, and instead of leading Shen Yan to the study, he went to the bedroom. After all, the big bed in the bedroom is relatively spacious and comfortable.
"Come here, slow down, don't worry."
Qi Jin actually liked to hold him like this and take care of him.
Because I received too much care from him before, now I have a sense of satisfaction in giving back, and my heart is warm.
It was already dark at this time, and they had turned off all the lights except the chandelier before, and the only light source was left in the living room.
The faint layer of light on the two of them was about to disappear, as thin as a piece of paper that could be torn off at any time. But Qi Jin was not worried—his eyes kept staring at Shen Yan, and he had already engraved that appearance in his heart, as long as he gave him one or two outlines, he would be able to complete everything about the man in front of him. So it doesn't matter if it's dim.
But Shen Yan seemed to be very concerned: "I can't see you anymore."
Qi Jin could feel his hand clenched hard, like a lost child worried about losing the lighthouse.
Drunk people are prone to negative emotions, not to mention that Shen Yan had been begging him not to leave before.
"Wait first, I'll turn on the light in the bedroom." Qi Jin could only use his right hand, so after a warning, he slowly released Shen Yan's hand and turned to touch the switch on the wall.
The switch is on the other side of the wall.
From the position of the purlin, you need to go around the door frame with the handle, and then you can reach it with the backhand. In the darkness, he couldn't feel it for a while, so he had to take his time.
"Qi Jin."
"I'll come, just wait."
"Qi Jin." As if he hadn't heard his last sentence, he was still calling out.
The few seconds of waiting seemed a long time to Shen Yan. His voice began to tremble slightly, and he kept calling Qi Jin's name.
Qi Jin's heart was softened by him, and she was about to open her mouth to comfort her, but suddenly her body couldn't move.
Because Shen Yan suddenly hugged him from behind.
"Well-"
Qi Jin gasped in shock and tensed up.
The back was tightly pressed against the man's chest, and the scorching temperature on it was ironed through two layers of clothing, straight to the core. No matter how hard the bones are, they will burn, and the soft ones have no strength.
The hand that wanted to turn on the light was still in the air.
Shen Yan's hand crossed over from his side, held his elbow, and groped forward along his forearm little by little until his wrist, and finally grabbed his hand firmly.
His palms were so hot that he was sweating. Whether it's the person who was caught or the person who was caught.
When the hand was slowly pulled back and pressed into his arms, the hug was finally completed.
The old wall clock on the wall ticked to record the time the two men lost their language.
The pattering rain outside the window filled the void in the sound.
The silence all around, and the deep breathing of the people behind him; the coldness of the rainy night, and the fire that embraced him. The two are contradictory and intertwined, so that Qi Jin can no longer think about where the light switch is, his mind is blank, and he can only recognize his own name.
Because Shen Yan kept reciting those two words over and over again, her voice was hoarse and persistent: "Qiqin. Qiqin..."
Qi Jin knew that he was not completely drunk.
He knows how to avoid the place where he was injured and hug him from a lower position, so at least part of his consciousness is awake, and it is his own will that is acting.
But more importantly, he didn't want to struggle.
"You have to... hold on tight." Qi Jin suddenly whispered, like a gentle knife in the faint sound of the rain, stabbing him would not hurt him, "Otherwise I'll leave."
The man behind him seemed to tremble deeply, his arms tightened suddenly, leaving no gap.
Even drunk, that's the strength of a grown man.
Under the influence of language, this strength is stronger and stronger, and there is even a sense of urgency to survive.
But there is restraint and tenderness everywhere, and it didn't hurt him—
Qi Jin could not feel the oppression from Shen Yan, there was only desire in this hug, no oppression. The only sense of oppression came from the heart. The heart was beating violently there, slamming against the chest hard, and the sound was as if it was really going to rush out of it. The blood flowed rapidly throughout his body, causing him to feel a slight dizziness, his knees were weak, and he couldn't stop shaking, but it was not because of fear.
These are all he wants.
all.
Perhaps not only Shen Yan was drunk, but himself. Because alcohol makes people honest and true to their hearts.
"Qi Jin."
Shen Yan buried her head in his neck and called out his name again in a hoarse voice.
This time, the voice faded to the end, because his lips were lightly pressed against his neck, and he kissed him repressively. No matter how much he restrained his emotions, that deep gasp still burned there.
Qi Jin seemed to tremble, her shoulders trembled a little, but she didn't struggle.
Absolutely not.
Shen Yan went deep in a trance, burying her nose in Qi Jin's still-dry hair, deeply seeking the sweet smell after bathing. Meanwhile, the lips briefly separated from his skin, and the second kiss landed slightly above, against the back of the ear, with a thin, wet sound.
"Qi Jin."
Between the second and third time, call out the name again.
The owner of the name was firmly held in his arms, and the dual effects of light and alcohol made him unable to see anything, relying solely on hearing, smell, and touch. It is impossible to tell whose body is having a high fever, and the body temperature has merged into one. And because of the temperature, the smell on Qi Jin's body became strong, and it was easier to anesthetize him than red wine.
So the third time it landed on Qi Jin's ear.
Starting from the pinna, kissing on and off, jerky and thirsty. During this process, I only felt that it was amazingly hot, crisp and soft, and only the earlobe was a little cold.
He couldn't help but opened his mouth and closed it silently.
"Hmm..." Qi Jin felt that her knees were going to collapse, she couldn't stand up straight, she was panting lowly.
Although he couldn't see Shen Yan's eyes, he remembered the black sea that was very similar to those eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have sunk, whether it was the feeling that he couldn't catch his breath, or the feeling that his feet couldn't use strength in the water, it was all so real.
It was he who chose to jump into the sea.
So all this, he does not regret it.
"Qi Jin, don't go." Shen Yan could never forget that sentence, even at this moment, she was still whispering in her ear.
He returned to the side of his neck and kissed it gently, rubbing his ears, the rhythm of the aorta beating up and down against his lips. These were the best touches he had ever experienced in his life.
Momentarily moved, his fingers subconsciously searched for Qi Jin's clothes buttons, undid two of them with a slight trembling, and reached under his shirt.
Qi Jin took another breath.
The breath was more rapid and oppressive than before. Still no sign of resistance.
Shen Yan's hands were dry and warm, he knew this for a long time, because every time he took a bath, he had the 30 seconds he treasured to experience.
But now, for the first time, Shen Yan's hand touched his body so directly, it was real. Even if he knew that Shen Yan's consciousness was not very clear, it was obviously not an accident. It gave him a huge psychological impact, and he was slightly paralyzed for a while, and subconsciously shouted: "Shen Yan—"