"According to my original intention, I don't want to take care of Dionysus," Gu Xingqiao said as he packed up his equipment, "I'm not its babysitter, I'm not there to be called at any time, I have to devote my whole life to it..."
Tianyuan's arms were around him from behind, so close and intimate, as if they were born together.
“… But I softened my heart later. This is what I feel. I have devoted my first half of my life to my thoracic spine. I cannot watch it being destroyed by outsiders while doing nothing.”
He paused and took a deep breath.
"Tianyuan, are you listening?"
"I'm listening," Tian Yuan said sincerely, leaning against his neck, "but because you don't let me get involved in your affairs, I feel lonely."
Every second he spent with Gu Xingqiao, he was in danger of being overwhelmed by the overwhelming knowledge.
He often realized that Gu Xingqiao was a human being, and humans were such fragile creatures. In his arms, Gu Xingqiao was soft, sleepy, small and defenseless. Even if he suppressed his strength to one ten-thousandth, he could still easily destroy him and crush any bone in his body.
Gu Xingqiao also knew this, but he still chose to fall asleep in his arms, opening up everything to him without reservation.
The more he realized this, the more Tianyuan felt a new, extremely surging emotion surging and brewing in his chest—gratitude for this trust, and the accompanying humility in his own strength.
The hair on the back of his neck was itchy. It was caused by his hair and Tianyuan who insisted on rubbing his ears against his. Gu Xingqiao wanted to laugh, but he said helplessly: "Well, it seems that I really should cut my hair."
Tian Yuan stopped, he turned Gu Xingqiao around, and looked at the young man sullenly.
"What's the matter?" Gu Xingqiao didn't understand what this sentence touched on him. "My hair has indeed grown longer. The last time I cut it was when..."
Tianyuan lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, pleading vaguely, "Don't cut it, okay?"
He clung to his human like a piece of sticky candy. When he thought of Gu Xingqiao cutting his hair, he was filled with reluctance and was so miserable that he almost pouts at Gu Xingqiao.
The young man kissed back with amusement, but he soon couldn't stand Tianyuan's clinginess and the frequency of kisses. "What's the matter? I'm not like you. I'm not used to having long hair... Let's talk about it, stop kissing!"
Tianyuan frowned. His face was really deep and handsome. Even with such a childish expression, he still looked like a melancholy statue of a god.
"Hair," he said, "don't hurt yourself, cutting your hair hurts..."
Gu Xingqiao opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
Tian Yuan thought about it and changed his words: "I think my hair will hurt."
"Try again," Gu Xingqiao stared at him, "I have better expectations for you."
Tianyuan muttered softly: "I'm worried that your hair will hurt."
"You are a living, independent collection of think tanks." Gu Xingqiao said in shock, "Hair cutting doesn't hurt, and you don't feel any pain. Similarly, nail cutting doesn't hurt, and your nails don't feel any pain."
"I'm just describing my subjective feelings." Tian Yuan lowered his head and retorted, like a pitiful rare animal protector who was defending the rare species he classified. "I... Your hair is perfect and fragile. Don't use sharp objects near it!"