Shen Ti stayed where he was.
This kiss came completely unexpectedly.
Before being with An Wujiu, he always secretly thought that this person was incomprehensible, at least when he was in a kind state, because he was too calm and upright.
But the reality was the opposite of what he expected. Or maybe An Wujiu's two sides merged too fast, beyond his imagination.
An Wujiu backed away a little, the corners of his mouth curled up, his bright eyes were full of smiles.
Comparing with him, Shen Ti found that in terms of loving, he really didn't learn well enough.
Shen Ti stretched out his hand and was about to pull An Wujiu into his arms when he suddenly felt someone in the living room, turned his head and found Noah.
"Brother Wu Jiu, are you still not sleeping?"
An Wujiu's face suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because the two were too close. He hastily pushed away half of Shen Ti's body and stood up, "Sleep right away, good night Noah."
Noah just came back from the bathroom, she rubbed her eyes sleepily, said oh, then turned around and went to the guest bedroom.
After she closed the door, Shen Ti slowly stood up, still wrapping his arms around An Wujiu's waist.
"Sleep? Brother Wu Jiu."
Hearing this address, An Wujiu raised his head and glared at him almost subconsciously.
His eyes were already big, but they got bigger when he opened them, and the corners of his eyes and brows looked much more lively than before.
"Don't bark."
"Yes." Shen Ti hugged him back to the guest bedroom, "I should be older than you, you are only twenty."
An Wujiu was a little curious, "Really? How old are you?"
"I..." Shen Ti was stunned, he didn't even remember how old he was.
"It must be older than you anyway." He said casually.
Although he couldn't remember his age, in retrospect, he felt as if he had been in endless pain repeatedly, as if he had lived for thousands of years, or even longer.
It had been so long that he couldn't remember what pain it was.
An Wujiu did not refute, for some reason, he seemed to agree with Shen Ti's statement, even though he did not know how old Shen Ti was.
He half turned around and closed the door, leaning his back against the door panel, "Then when is your birthday?"
Shen Ti turned around, and he saw An Wujiu's slightly parted lips and the tip of his tongue when he spoke.
"Birthday?"
He took a step, put his hands in his pockets, his hips almost touched An Wujiu's.
A date popped up in my mind without warning.
But he doesn't want to talk now, doesn't want to chat.
An Wujiu's heart beat faster when Shen Ti lowered his head and approached him. Normally, he has a very faint, calming fragrance, similar to sandalwood, but now, this smell seems to be burning, and it is getting stronger.
Shen Ti didn't reach out to hug him, but pressed his hips against the door like this. At first, he just lowered his head and touched his lips once, twice.
The lips are slightly attached and separated again.
When they parted, An Wujiu felt that his heart was also taken away, Shen Ti's pupils were like a lake, and he was sucked into it.
Originally thought that the third time was still a taste, but without warning, the layer of thin paper that had to be poked was pierced, and An Wujiu could hardly breathe.
The tongue was rolled, Shen Ti's sudden ferocity was unexpected, and his senses were infinitely magnified, An Wujiu raised his hand to push him away, but this hand was also held by Shen Ti, and his fingers were clasped tightly against the door.
The veins on the back of An Wujiu's hands are bulging, and the number "99" is engraved on it.
The hot steam exhaled by the entanglement was moist, and the tips of the eyelashes of the two were briefly stuck together, and soon separated.
An Wujiu's hand was tightly held by him, and his thoughts were also contradictory as if tied in knots. He felt that he really wanted to get something from Shen Ti, but he also hoped that Shen Ti would not give up anything.
The door panel was not soundproof, and when he heard movement outside, his rationality suddenly broke through the senses covering his whole body. An Wujiu came to his senses, and pushed Shen Ti away with his hand.
Shen Ti's other hand rested on An Wujiu's waist, and had already slipped in from under the hem of his clothes. But An Wujiu wanted to stop, he still obeyed his words very gentlemanly.
"If you don't let it go, you won't let it go. You have to make it up to me."
"Compensation for what?" An Wujiu locked the door and turned to look at him.
Shen Ti sat back on the bed, raised his chin, "Call for brother to listen."
An Wujiu was silent for a while, rejection was clearly written on his whole face. After a while, he found the steps for himself.
"You haven't answered the question I just asked."
Shen Ti tilted his head in doubt, "What's the problem? My mind is full of the expression you just kissed me, your neck and ears are red..."
"Shen Ti." An Wujiu folded his arms around his chest, and walked a few steps towards him, with a "don't fool me" expression on his face.
Shen Ti shrugged, thinking that he was not lying.
"Birthday, right..."
The date came to his mind again.
"April 2."
An Wujiu suddenly froze.
As soon as Shen Ti raised his head, he saw the doubt and puzzlement on An Wujiu's face, even suspicion, so he stretched out his hand to hold An Wujiu's hand, and asked him softly "what's the matter".
"It's my birthday."
An Wujiu told him calmly.
Shen Ti was startled for a second.
How can it be
"Really?"
An Wujiu nodded, "Although my memory is very problematic, no matter which memory it is, I still remember my birthday."
Shen Ti paused for a moment, not his brain, but his whole body and body seemed to pause for two seconds, but his thoughts flowed normally.
After two seconds, it returned to normal.
He's like a robot with a power outage, or a human being who's gone out of his body and returned to normal.
"It's not my birthday." Shen Ti told him truthfully, "It's just that you asked me about my birthday, and I can only think of this date."
A trace of doubt rose in An Wujiu's heart.
And this suspicion was first expressed by Shen Ti, "Is it possible that we have met before?"
Even though An Wujiu's memory is incomplete, even his life may be broken, but he still thinks it's impossible.
Frankly, he shook his head at Shen Ti, "If I've met you, I probably won't forget you." This sounds absurd, and anyone else can say it, except for An Wujiu, who even owns himself. People who can't even control their memory speak shamelessly.
But if he really met Shen Ti, met his eyes, how could he forget.
Ever since he just blurted out An Wujiu's birthday, Shen Ti also felt something was wrong.
He didn't think they had met before, and his intuition told Shen Ti that he had an unknown connection with An Wujiu.
"Maybe it's fate." Shen Ti smiled.
The brightest thing in the night is the ceiling, which is a vast expanse of white. Lying on the bed, An Wujiu couldn't help thinking about his past, and tried hard to search for things and experiences related to Shen Ti from his memory, but it didn't help, no matter if it was false, filled in memory, or real , The incomplete part, there has never been Shen Ti's pair of green eyes in it.
He couldn't recall, and he couldn't close his eyes, because when he closed his eyes, his sister was lying on the ventilation duct in front of him.
The bewildered past made him feel like he was in a thick fog, the unknowable past and the unknowable future, everything gradually filled with fear.
But when he was most confused, Shen Ti pulled him into his arms, "No fault."
"I want your future more than the past."
With a low voice, he dispelled the chaos hovering in An Wujiu's heart.
An Wujiu felt safe, he buried his face in Shen Ti's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Are you able to read minds?"
Shen Ti smiled, and kissed An Wujiu's hair, "You really think I'm a god."
An Wujiu was just joking, he knows how smart Shen Ti is, there is no essential difference between him and the many human beings that Shen Ti said, maybe they can be seen through in his eyes, it just takes a few more glances.
"Go to sleep."
He patted An Wujiu's shoulder lightly.
Shen Ti didn't stop until he felt his breathing gradually calmed down, and put his hand on An Wujiu's shoulder.
"I love you."
Shen Ti said so suddenly, not learning or imitating, even he himself was surprised.
Fortunately, An Wujiu fell asleep, and did not hear his hasty and unprepared confession.
They all slept peacefully and safely in this posture at night, embracing each other tightly.
Zhong Yirou in the master bedroom next door was not so stable, she felt thirsty, she got up after struggling, and opened the door to go to the refrigerator to find a bottle of water.
But as soon as she opened the door and went out, she was stung by the strong light.
The source of light is Yang Erci's studio.
The closed door was almost translucent by the light from inside, and the streamer of light overflowed from the crack of the door.
Isn't that the room Noah lives in...
Zhong Yirou suddenly thought that that weird book was inside.
She walked over boldly, stretched out her hand, and tried to push the door open.
Unexpectedly, the door was not locked!
The moment she pushed it away, Zhong Yirou's eyes were almost burned by the golden light. She squinted her eyes halfway, only to see Noah lying flat on the bed, like a sacrificial offering.
And the book was opened, and the pages were flipping.
Then suddenly it snapped shut.
At that moment, Zhong Yirou seemed to suddenly fall into the abyss, and then suddenly opened his eyes.
She was actually on the bed.
Zhong Yirou gasped for breath, the dream just now was so real, so real that her legs were so soft that she couldn't stand up and go to Yang Erci's studio to take another look.
When Zhong Yirou turned her head, she saw Yang Erci sleeping next to her, with a thin blanket half covering her body, her sleeping face was much softer than the usual serious look.
She suddenly felt a little more secure, retracted into the quilt, and stood face to face with her.
Please, stop having nightmares.
A good night's dream, An Wujiu woke up too early, when he opened his eyes, he was the only one left on the bed.
Probably because she got used to Shen Ti by her side, and realized that he was not there, An Wujiu didn't feel sleepy at all, so she got up and went out.
As soon as he went out, he saw Shen Ti and Zhong Yirou serving dishes in the kitchen.
"Morning, Wujiu." Zhong Yirou handed the fried egg to Noah who was sitting on the sofa, and turned to look at An Wujiu, "What are your plans for today?"
An Wujiu fell into a dazed sleep, "Well, let's go shopping in the black market."
"Black market?" Zhong Yirou frowned, "Aren't you going to buy something you shouldn't buy?"
"I don't have a citizen chip." An Wujiu looked at Shen Ti while speaking.
Yang Erci poured the milk to them, not surprised that he didn't have a chip.
"Exactly, I'll go too."
Suddenly the air defense siren sounded outside the window.
Shen Ti also came over, "It's so noisy."
Yang Erci felt that something was wrong, so he ordered the AI housekeeper in the room to play the news.
"At 6:39 a.m. today, dozens of citizens gathered in the municipal square and attempted to massacre in public. After being stopped by other citizens, the gatherers started an armed riot."
Armed
An Wujiu frowned.
"It is understood that five of them are US federal police and government officials. It is not clear yet..."