The voice of this voice is quite low, revealing an indifference to the bones, but it is deliberately gentle when speaking.
Zheng Yi stared dumbfounded at the young man who suddenly appeared in the villa in front of him: "Shen, Shen Mizhi?"
Xiao Li and Shen Mizhi, this combination gave him an inexplicable illusion that he was in the world of reincarnation, but the familiar environment around him brought him back to reality.
Zheng Yi's hand that was supporting Xiao Li was empty. He retracted his hand, glanced outside the door, and found a Maybach parked in front of the villa.
"You, are you here to pick him up? Why are you here to pick him up? What's the matter with the two of you? Are you living together?" Zheng Yi didn't fight with him when he saw Shen Mizhi coming. As far as his eyes can see, he is not worried that classmate Shen will hurt Xiao Li.
Shen Mizhi now put his whole heart on the person in his arms, he wrapped one hand around Xiao Li's waist, the other hand touched his face, raised his chin and looked at it for a while.
Zheng Yi received no response and was not embarrassed. He then asked vigorously, "How did you know we were here? Don't mind if I didn't invite you, I really don't know your contact information. If I had known, I would have asked Xiao Li told you something..."
Shen Mizhi didn't lift his eyelids, and he half hugged and half hugged Xiao Li and walked out.
"Hey—" The young man had long legs and walked suddenly. Zheng Yi chased two steps behind but did not catch up. He found that Shen Mizhi was already holding Xiao Li's head, put him on the car gently, and then leaned down. Send him a seat belt.
At the same time, he walked to the other side, closed the door, and started the car.
Zheng Yi felt that the other party was too ruthless. After all, they were classmates, so they didn't even greet each other
Well, after all, from the first day, Shen's eyes were blatantly all Xiao Li, and Zheng Yi was not surprised. He was looking at the Maybach that was going away, and he was inexplicably a little worried... Is it really good to hand over the big guy
"Zheng Yi! Zheng Gou, your classmate has left? Who is that?" Another drunk came out of the villa. It was Mu Si who played Truth or Dare before. He hooked Zheng Yi's dog's head and interrupted him. thought, "Should we continue?"
Zheng Yi thought for a while with his brain that was also reddened by alcohol, and soon put everything aside. Anyway, there are so many ghosts in Xiao Li's family, even if Shen Mizhi wants to do something to him, there will be ghosts like Tan Li and others. Stop it.
Thinking like this, he stumbled and ran back with his friend: "Dang, of course continue."
In the speeding car on the other side, Xiao Li's head rested on the junction of the car window and the cushion behind him, looking at the speeding scene outside the car window, his eyes were half-open and half-closed.
Unlike Zheng Yi, who has attended many cocktail parties since he was a child, Xiao Li hardly ever drank alcohol in his short life.
To use a metaphor known to the ghost world in the human world: his alcohol intake is comparable to his painting skills.
... One can imagine how poor Xiao Li's alcohol capacity is.
But fortunately, although the difference in his painting skills is widely circulated, it is the first time that his drinking capacity has been shown, otherwise some ghosts may drink him with a grudge.
Xiao Li, who doesn't have a B rating for his alcohol intake, now only feels the pain as if his head was burned, and his whole body is not very comfortable.
He pulled down his shirt uncomfortably, and the collar was opened wider, revealing a large piece of collarbone, which glowed warmly in the night.
Shen Mizhi's eyes darkened slightly, he restrained his hand with one hand, and said in a low voice, "...Don't move, I'll take you back."
Thinking of the other party's demeanor, if he hadn't come, Xiao Li would probably just lie in Zheng Yi's house like this, and he might be seen by Zheng Yi and other people, and he would have the urge to kill.
Fortunately, he came in time.
The youth's lips tensed into a straight line, and his foot stepped on the accelerator even more.
Xiao Li didn't want to listen to Shen Mizhi's words. He struggled for a while, trying to take something out of his pocket, but after struggling twice, he didn't take it out, but he loosened the safety belt.
A strand of hair that belonged to the doll spread out from his trouser pocket, and with a "click" he fastened the seat belt again.
Xiao Li was a little uncomfortable being restrained by the seat belt. Before his brows could be slightly furrowed, his hair had already been wrapped around the belt again. He loosened it a little with moderate strength.
Xiao Li's house is actually quite far away from the villa area. He took the bus for an hour, but he didn't know how Shen Mizhi did it. He even drove the car to the downstairs of Xiao Li's house in a short period of time. And there were no horns from other vehicles protesting along the way.
The young man got out of the car, opened the door on Xiao Li's side, and reached out to hug Xiao Li half way up, like he was holding a fire.
Shen Mizhi had just arrived at the door of Xiao Li's house, and paused for a while at the door. He hadn't decided whether to take the key from Xiao Li or open the door directly.
Before he could decide on the first and second, the door opened from the inside.
"Meow."
The little black cat's flexible body jumped down from the door handle, raised its furry cat head and watched Shen Mizhi bring its owner in.
… want to stop
Forget it, can't beat it, let's take a look first.
The little black cat retreated to the side, jumped onto the dining table lightly, and squatted on it to monitor the figure in front.
Tan Li got out of her pocket, and the doll returned to the familiar flower bed, but instead of watering the hydrangea directly, she first observed Shen Mirage.
Shen Mizhi hesitated for a moment whether to put the person on the sofa first, or put the person directly in the bedroom, but he only felt that the sofa was a little small, for fear that the other party would sleep uncomfortable, he opened the bedroom door and put the person in the bedroom. on the sheets.
The bedroom door was opened and closed, blocking the sight of the cat and the ghost in the room.
Xiao Li's bed sheet is black, he is leaning against the head of the bed, his skin is fair, contrasting with more vivid color collisions, he seems to disappear at any time.
At this time, his clothes were messy, and the small half-round shoulders were clearly visible, but he did not concentrate on tidying it up, but devoted himself to making it more messy.
Like him, who is usually alienated and indifferent, it's really tiring to reveal such flaws at this time, and he wants to pull him out of his own world, tear him off and get dirty.
Shen Mizhi's eyes were deep, and some kind of dark ripples spread in his pupils, and he felt like he was infected with a fire from somewhere in his heart.
The young man was half sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing his voice and asking, "...Xiao Li, are you alright?"
It seems that he heard a familiar name, Xiao Li made a movement, looked at him, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, he murmured, but did not reply.
Shen Mizhi thought he had acquiesced.
He reached out and wanted to touch the other's forehead, but Xiao Li wanted to avoid his hand at this time, and moved his head back, almost hitting the head of the bed.
Fortunately, Shen Mizhi put his hand on the back of his head in time to avoid a collision.
The little alcoholic used a lot of strength, but the young man's brows did not wrinkle. He approached him in a posture that almost hugged him tightly, and put his chin on his shoulder, the name he had been calling for a long time in his heart. Just slipped out like this: "Baby, will it be uncomfortable? Do you need... hangover soup?"
Perhaps the youth's lower body temperature than others comforted him, Xiao Li lowered his head and held his hand, whimpered and shook his head slowly.
A small night light was lit by the head of the bed. The light was a comfortable warm color. It shone on the young man's face, glowing thin red, like fine china smeared with rouge.
This scene was almost like what appeared in Shen Mirage's dream. He couldn't control himself, got closer, and asked patiently and hoarsely, "Baby, do you still know me?"
"...Who are you?" Xiao Li asked back casually.
When he first drank, he still had five points of reason, but as time went by, the wine surged up.
At this moment, he focused most of his attention on the opponent's hand, pinching it back and forth like he was holding a toy.
Shen Mizhi just stared at him deeply and let him play with his hands.
Perhaps because he didn't get an answer, Xiao Li stopped his movements to look at him.
The whites of his eyes are clear and the ends of his eyes are smooth, like the arcs carefully outlined by the painter.
Shen Mizhi felt as if his heart was being grasped, and the strong throbbing made him almost bow down under his gaze.
He let out a low laugh, got closer, and his breath was almost mixed with him: "I am your admirer, your prisoner, your lover."
"... lover?" Xiao Li got the answer, lowered his head again, and put his hand on the other's hand.
"Well," Shen Mizhi tightened his hand, "do you want me to be your lover?"
"do you love me?"
He reached out and brushed away the hair in front of Xiao Li's forehead, trying to see the emotion in those eyes.
At that moment, he seemed to be judged by the gods, and the next second he would be declared guilty.
Xiao Li seemed to be hesitating for something and did not answer immediately.
He has never experienced this state. He was unhappy in the past, even sick, and he was alone.
Before going to Xiao's house, there was only him in this house. After going to Xiao's house, Xu Mei would not care about him at all. No matter what happened, it was always in this state. Over time, he would get used to it, and no one would pester him, nor would he Someone took care of him like that.
Xiao Li let go of his hand. He tried to figure out the meaning of this sentence from his less sensitive mind. He looked at Shen Mizhi for a while, and didn't speak until the other's Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously.
Shen Mizhi was very close to him, the kind of distance he could never imagine.
Xiao Li didn't speak, and Shen Mizhi didn't want to force him, because although he was looking forward to it, he was also afraid of the answer.
The young man closed his eyes and kissed Xiao Li's forehead.
There was a light touch on the forehead.
Cool, moist, and comfortable.
Xiao Li blinked and smiled suddenly, the kind of smile that he would occasionally have on weekdays, and even made Shen Mizhi think that he was not drunk at all, he grabbed his clothes and ripped him off: " … kiss here.”