"A few traitors made me drink a few more cups, but I'm not drunk." Liang Sunian closed his eyes and raised his hand to pinch his nose.
Xie Jiaran tilted his head and looked at him. He saw that he was standing there quietly for a long time without moving, as if he had forgotten what to do.
It had been so long that he wanted to remind him out loud. Liang Sunian suddenly focused his eyes on him and finally remembered something: "Oh, by the way, you have to take a shower first. Stinky people don't deserve to stay in 305."
Xie Jiaran: “…”
It turns out that “not too drunk” can also be shortened to “not drunk”, right
Xie Jiaran had never taken care of a drunkard before, but looking at Liang Sunian's condition, he probably didn't need to take care of him.
So she turned her head and watched him open the closet in an orderly manner, take out his pajamas and go into the bathroom. While replying to Lin Shan's message, she listened carefully to the noises coming from the bathroom so that she could discover any accidents as soon as possible.
The sound of water inside lasted for nearly twenty minutes before stopping, followed by the brief whirring of the hair dryer, and finally the sound of the door opening and the sound of wet footsteps.
But it only lasted for a few steps before disappearing. It didn't sound again for a long time, and no one came in.
Xie Jiaran was absent-minded and began to look towards the balcony frequently.
After a while, I finally couldn't help but put down my phone and stood up and walked over.
The motionless person was leaning against the balcony railing to enjoy the breeze.
His eyes were fixed on the vast darkness, not knowing what he was looking at. He turned his head when he heard a sound. The night wind blew up his hair, revealing a larger area of his smooth forehead.
Xie Jiaran was slightly stunned, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment before turning to the ends of his hair.
It's easy to catch a cold if you blow the wind with wet hair like this, he thought vaguely.
The light on the balcony was dim, and he couldn't see clearly whether Liang Sunian's hair was half dry or completely dry.
He stretched out his hand to touch it to confirm, but Liang Sunian stood up when he was halfway through the movement, intercepting him halfway and taking his hand naturally into his palm.
As if he was studying something interesting, he turned it over and over, looked at it, pinched it, and when Xie Jiaran wanted to pull his hand away uncomfortably, he let him go first.
—Instead, he raised his hand and scratched his chin.
The alcohol-fueled brain was unable to notice the other person's stiff body. The back of her fingers gently slid along his jaw and gently rubbed the boy's slightly cool earlobe.
Xie Jiaran stared at Liang Sunian, seeing the misty smile in his eyes, and even his breathing slowed down.
A cool breeze passed by, dispelling some of the haziness in his eyes.
Liang Sunian's eyebrows twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but unfortunately the clarity of mind only lasted for a second before he was dragged into confusion again.
He frowned, withdrew his hand in distress, and forgot what he wanted to say.
Xie Jiaran exhaled quietly and took a half step back without leaving a trace, so that the damp smell lingering around his nose would not be so strong.
"If you feel dizzy, go to sleep." He said, "You will feel better after a good night's sleep."
Liang Sunian was a little slow to react. He looked at him quietly for a while before nodding and saying yes, then turned and went into the dormitory.
Xie Jiaran looked at the darkness that Liang Sunian had been staring at for a long time, and raised his hand to touch his earlobe.
It's not cold anymore, it's getting hotter.
Liang Sunian is a very good drinker. When he is drunk, he doesn't talk much or bother others, and he certainly won't act crazy. If you ask him to go to bed, he will really climb into the bed and lie down obediently, not caring at all about causing trouble.
Xie Jiaran looked back at him several times and saw that he had remained in the prone sleeping position, with his profile seeming to be looking in his direction. The quilt was folded neatly at the other end, and he didn't even know to pull it over to cover himself.
"... ..."
Why do you feel a little silly
The nights in early autumn have cooled down, but it is still a bit cold in the early morning. Liang Sunian is wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. If he really sleeps like this until the middle of the night, he might be woken up by the cold.
Xie Jiaran got up and walked to his bedside, lifted the mosquito net, pulled the quilt over to cover him, turned his head, and saw the person lying on the pillow with his arms bent, looking at him lazily with half-open eyes.
Xie Jiaran silently recalled how his mother took care of Uncle Lu when he came home drunk, and asked Liang Sunian softly: "Do you want to drink some water before going to sleep?"
Liang Sunian uttered a vague "hmm" from his nose.
Xie Jiaran took his cup, poured it with warm water, and then returned to the bed and handed it to him.
Liang Sunian did not answer it immediately. He turned his head to look at Xie Jiaran who was looking up at him, and tapped the pillow twice with his fingertips thoughtfully.
His eyes suddenly brightened a little, and he remembered what he wanted to say but had forgotten when he was on the balcony.
Seeing him slightly raise his upper body and reach out his hand, Xie Jiaran handed the cup forward a little further to make it easier for him.
Unexpectedly, the other party skipped the water cup, locked his wrist with five fingers and gently pulled it forward, leaned closer, supported his right elbow on the edge of the bed, lifted his chin with his fingertips, and rubbed his thumb from the cheek to the lips.
"Kitten."
The corners of his mouth raised with a happy arc: "Don't you meow non-stop every time you see me?"
Taking advantage of the close distance, he simply put his forehead against Xie Jiaran's forehead, and their noses rubbed lightly.
Xie Jiaran was enveloped by his breath and his brain stopped working quietly.
He stared at those deep, beautiful eyes, and his heart skipped a beat when he felt the touch of her lips.
Liang Sunian moved his fingertips to the corner of his lips and pressed lightly.
The smile was mixed with pampering and teasing, and a little bit of coaxing: "Be good, meow?"