In Chen Boqiao's impression, he and Zhang Jue rarely had a warm after-the-fact moment.
The journey from the Asian Union to the Independent State of Thailand was always in a hurry. At the beginning, Zhang Jue avoided talking to him for many reasons. After a period of time, at the end of the affair, Zhang Jue would often be exhausted and completely lethargic. past.
This time too.
When Chen Boqiao knocked on Zhang Jue's door, he didn't intend to go to bed with Zhang Jue. He just wanted to meet Zhang Jue for a longer time. He stayed with Zhang Jue for about ten hours. The last few words.
But after entering the door, he found that it was not as easy as he thought to say no.
So they miss most of the opportunity to lie together and spend time simpler and purer than kissing and making love.
Zhang Jue leaned against Chen Boqiao's arms and fell asleep drowsily, with his left face pressed against Chen Boqiao's chest through his slightly damp black hair, his eyes tightly closed.
His upper eyelids were thin, and thin blue blood vessels were faintly visible on the white, almost transparent skin. The dim light slanted on him, the long soft lashes against the lower lids cast a pale gray shadow, and the pale lips were rosy from excessive kissing.
The hotel in the North American capital where the banquet was held was built forty years ago as a place where the president entertained dignitaries.
The hotel was refurbished two or three years ago, retaining the old European-style dark furniture. In the living space diagonally opposite the big bed, behind the transparent glass, a bright red fire is constantly burning, and the flames rise into the air.
Chen Boqiao remembered a move with his mother when he was young.
On the day I moved from Asia Union to Switzerland, the sky of Asia Union was gray before boarding the plane. It was raining in Zurich when I landed. My mother brought several carts of luggage, and a steady stream of items were being shipped from Asia Union in batches. Father is not here.
Zurich is extremely cold, but home is warm. They lived in a solitary castle with a warm fireplace, a huge, thick pure white woolen blanket on the wooden floor by the fireplace, and around the fireplace were dark brown leather sofas and chairs.
Chen Boqiao sat there, sitting upright, quietly accompanying his mother through the sunset and evening.
The union of his parents originated from an accident and ended with the death of one of them. It cannot be compared with ordinary marriages. And Chen Boqiao doesn't read Roman novels, and he doesn't care about the secular definition of love.
He used to think that he was different from his mother and that he didn't need company, until today, when he saw Zhang Jue through the crowd, the band and the lights, he realized that he was not.
The pale, tall, thin man standing beside the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the New Independent State, with long hair hanging over his shoulders, who had just called on the phone 20 hours ago, was holding the juice and watching Chen Boqiao distracted, the wound still lingering. An introverted Omega young man who secretly came to North America before he was ready, was not good at picking gifts, and loved to hide things.
Chen Boqiao wanted to keep him by his side.
It's not like making a cross-ocean phone call across the ocean, chatting to learn about the current situation of the two parties, only meeting after a long time under the initiative of the other party, and then facing the disapproval of the other party's parents and having sex privately in the room.
I want to be frank with me.
Chen Boqiao raised his hand, before his fingertips touched Zhang Jue's cheek, the phone on the bed vibrated.
The call he was waiting for came.
Chen Boqiao put his arms around Zhang Jue, did not let go, sat up slightly, took out the phone, and picked it up softly.
Hearing his voice, Pei Shu was stunned and asked, "Is it inconvenient to answer the phone?"
"No," Chen Boqiao explained, "Zhang Jue is sleeping."
"..." Pei Shu was quiet, probably trying hard to resist the urge to chat, and talk to Chen Boqiao about business.
In the past few days since Chen Boqiao came to North America, great progress has been made in the impeachment case against the President of the Asian League, and he will be in court next month. If the president is successfully impeached, the next election will be brought forward, and their once interrupted plans can be resumed.
They talked about matters related to the general election and the successor. Chen Boqiao kept his voice to the lowest level. Zhang Jue still did not sleep well. He rubbed against Chen Boqiao's arms from time to time. , let him be quiet.
When the topic came to an end, Pei Shu suddenly cleared his throat.
Chen Boqiao knew that Pei Shu had another opinion to express.
Sure enough, Pei Shu said, "He came to find you by himself? Didn't he just leave the hospital?"
Chen Boqiao paused and said, "Come to the banquet with his parents."
Pei Shu made a "hmm", and suddenly asked Chen Boqiao in a long voice, "Since I've come to see you, why don't you bring it back to the Asian Union?"
Zhang Jue moved again, and Chen Boqiao looked down at him and said, "I won't bring it this time."
"Why don't you bring it," Pei Shu urged, "I see that the unmarried omegas of the same age in the league are all about to make a move. Doesn't he want to take an oath to swear sovereignty?"
Just as Chen Boqiao was about to answer, Zhang Jue's brows suddenly twitched, his eyelashes twitched, his eyes half-opened, and he glanced at Chen Boqiao in confusion.
"No more." Chen Boqiao said to Pei Shu and hung up the phone.
Zhang Jue blinked and closed his eyes again, but he slowly wrapped his hands around Chen Boqiao's waist, turned his face towards Chen Boqiao's chest a little, and pressed his lips against Chen Boqiao's neck. A lot of clingy when awake.
Chen Boqiao put his mobile phone aside with some humor and asked him, "Wake you up?"
Zhang Jue still didn't open his eyes, he pressed Chen Boqiao's ear, vaguely: "Aren't you sleeping yet?"
He looked extremely sleepy, his hair was not combed, and his movements became more messy. His black hair covered most of his face. Chen Boqiao pulled the hair back on his face and explained, "I'm waiting for this call."
Zhang Jue finally opened his eyes slightly, raised his face to look at him, and asked, "Is it Pei Shu?"
"Well," Chen Boqiao admitted, Zhang Jue moved his lips again, as if he wanted to ask something out of curiosity, but for some unknown reason, he didn't say anything.
He propped the bed with his elbows, sat up a little, the quilt was piled on his chest and waist, and he touched Chen Boqiao's face with his bare hands.
Chen Boqiao didn't dodge, Zhang Jue leaned over, sitting and hugging with Chen Boqiao, pressing his warm and soft body against Chen Boqiao's body, not too tight, but every inch of flesh was sticking together.
"You wake up and leave." Zhang Jue said softly.
His arms and legs are very slender, and he hugged Chen Boqiao's neck for a short time, and he released it quickly. There were a few inconspicuous marks on the inside of his arms.
Chen Boqiao stroked his back and asked him, "Reluctant?"
Zhang Jue looked at him and didn't speak for a while. After a while, he said in an almost angry voice, "I don't know when I'll see you next time."
He didn't answer the question that Chen Boqiao was reluctant to give up, and there was no feeling of complaining in his words. He just looked at Chen Boqiao calmly, as if he meant that even if he was the only one who would miss him, it didn't matter.
Zhang Jue can always be the first person to look for.
Chen Boqiao didn't refuse once, he looked for it once.
"Zhang Jue." Chen Boqiao looked at him and called him.
Every time Zhang Jue heard Chen Boqiao call him, his reaction was a little cute, his eyes became slightly nervous, his hand on the sheet was lightly scratched, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Chen Boqiao intently.
Chen Boqiao looked at him for a short while before asking, "Do you really have no confidence in me?"
Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, then blinked and said nothing.
"I-" Chen Boqiao rarely paused, but after a short pause, he continued, "I've never been in love, and I'm not very good at it. But I won't force myself, and I haven't told anyone who pursues me. To 'try', never received a gift from any of them, except yours.
"It's impossible for me to call someone I don't like every day," Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, seeing that he was a little timid and full of liking Chen Boqiao's face, and said, "You can treat yourself better. Have some confidence."
"I want to officially retire and come to the New Independent Country to visit your parents," Chen Boqiao said. "I want you to wait again."
Zhang Jue said in a low voice.