Zhou Yan's eyes widened lightly, and after a few seconds of dazedness, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and could not help but hiss in pain, a rusty smell instantly filled his mouth, and physiological tears immediately welled up come out.
It hurts like a dream.
Seeing Zhou Yanqing's intentions, Song Yu opened his teeth sullenly, "Does it hurt? Show me your tongue."
Zhou Yan shook his head lightly, his tongue curled up on his palate and refused to move. After confronting Song Yu for a while, he still slowly poked out the tip of his tongue.
Looking at the tooth marks and blood on the tip of his tongue, Song Yu's eyes were full of distress. He didn't say anything, he lowered his head and kissed Zhou Yan's slightly trembling lips, stuck out his tongue against the gap between his teeth, and licked him The tip of his tongue seemed to appease, but also seemed to give a small punishment.
Zhou Yanqing accepted the kiss stiffly and passively at first, but when Song Yu held the back of his head with one hand, he involuntarily greeted him, and responded without a teacher. He didn't reject Song Yu at all. willpower.
Song Yu ended the kiss when he realized that he might not be able to control himself. He helped Zhou Yan gently wipe off the moisture from the corner of his mouth, panting slightly and said: "Now I can confirm that it is not a dream, hallucination, or drunk, right? If you still don’t believe me, just—bite me?”
Zhou Yan gently pushed Song Yu's hand away, really wanting to go out and find a snowdrift to get into.
Song Yu bent the corner of his mouth: "So - can you promise me?"
Zhou Yan lowered his eyes lightly, he really wanted to agree immediately, but he couldn't ignore a guess that suddenly popped up in his mind during the kiss just now. He unconsciously picked his pants, and asked Song Yu in a low voice: "Have you read my diary, right?"
Song Yu admitted: "Well, you saw it the night you were injured and hospitalized by Zhou Bang."
Zhou Yan nodded calmly, it was the answer he had already guessed but refused to face directly.
After a long silence, he asked again with difficulty: "Then you already guessed how I died... how did I get here?"
Although Zhou Yanqing changed his words immediately when he subconsciously said the word "death", Song Yu's heart still throbbed violently when he heard that word, and he took a deep breath and let out a dry "hmm".
Zhou Yanqing kept his head down, not daring to meet Song Yu's gaze: "Then maybe it's because you want to thank me? Or maybe you feel guilty towards me..."
"No." Song Yu immediately understood Zhou Yan's meaning, and interrupted him decisively, "I know what you are worried about. I really thank you and feel guilty for you, but gratitude is gratitude, and feelings are feelings."
Zhou Yanqing subconsciously looked up at Song Yu with a dumbfounded expression.
Song Yu raised his hand and stroked his hair on the sideburns: "When you told me 'please trust me', I began to trust you, when you said to me 'if you don't want to go to a nursing home, I'll help you go' , I was a little touched, when you said to me 'you are the most innocent', I was already in love with you when you said to me 'we go home'. I was bit by bit by you I was moved by her kindness, integrity, tenacity, etc., not because of anything else."
What he said seems to clarify the node of each psychological change, but Song Yu is actually not sure when he fell in love with Zhou Yanqing.
Maybe Zhou Yanqing fell in love with Han Jin when he stood firmly between him and Han Jin on the sea island; maybe Zhou Yanqing and his classmates got drunk and couldn't get home, and he was so anxious that he went to the hotel to take him home, he already fell in love with him. Liked; he couldn't tell.
At the beginning, he was suspicious and guarded. Because of his suspicion, he observed and speculated from time to time, and his eyes were always firmly locked on Zhou Yanqing.
Faced with each other day and night, Zhou Yanqing's carefulness, concern, and dedication are all seen by him, and he relies more and more on Zhou Yanqing. Relying on Zhou Yanqing's gentle words to comfort him when he was sick, relying on Zhou Yanqing's careful consideration at any time, relying on Zhou Yanqing's undisguised favoritism for him, when he came back to his senses, his eyes only pretended to be Goose light next week.
Dependence is the hotbed of feelings, and he has long been unable to let go of Zhou Yanqing in this kind of dependence. But now, he hopes that he will become Zhou Yanqing's reliance in the future.
"Zhou Yanqing." Song Yu called out solemnly, "You just need to consider whether you like me or not, and whether you can accept me."
Zhou Yan looked at Song Yu calmly, and he didn't know whether it was because the kang in the wooden house was burning too hot, or because he was nervous, his palms were already sweating.
Rubbing his wet palms on his trousers, Zhou Yan held Song Yu's hands nervously, and said firmly and sincerely, "I—only like you."
Song Yu held him in his arms restrainedly.
After being honest, Zhou Yanqing became more cautious.
It's not that he didn't have unreasonable thoughts, but they were all fantasies in his head. When the fantasies came true, he suddenly felt at a loss.
Song Yu knew that Zhou Yanqing would not be able to adapt for a while, so even though she had a lot to say, she endured it.
After being fed another half a glass of water by Song Yu, Zhou Yanqing realized dully that it was already very late, and he was going back to City S at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. He whispered to Song Yu to go to bed early, then got up and wanted to go back to his residence.
Song Yu pulled him back: "It's too late, just sleep here with me."
Zhou Yan swallowed the stinging Adam's apple lightly: "But..."
Song Yu pinched his fingertips, with a hint of coquettishness: "I haven't slept well these days."
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yanqing really became nervous. Song Yu has been sleeping very well recently, and even fell asleep when he was tired, "Is it not acclimatized?"
"No." Song Yu smiled narrowly, "Because I'm used to you lying next to me, and I'm not used to you not being around these few days."
But he didn't lie, he really didn't sleep well in the past few days, and he couldn't close his eyes until early in the morning almost every day. One is because of longing, and the other is because of excitement.
Zhou Yan licked his dry lips lightly, hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll take a shower before coming back."
Song Yu handed him a set of clean pajamas: "It's cold outside, don't go out, wash it here."
Zhou Yan's ears turned red, and he agreed.
The sound of gurgling water came from the bathroom, and Song Yu's tense shoulders and neck relaxed, and he leaned against the sofa with a long breath.
In his thirties, it was the first time he really felt his heart beating. In fact, he was far less calm than he showed, and he had to ponder over every word he said three times in his mind before he dared to say it. Even though he knew that Zhou Yanqing would definitely not reject him, he was still uncontrollably nervous, because he wanted to own and cherish this person too much, and these days he would always have a sense of loss over consideration of gains and losses.
Now the person whom he longed for day and night finally became his own, and he let out a silly laugh while covering his beating heart.
It took Zhou Yanqing twice as long as usual to finish the shower, and when he opened the door, Song Yu was waiting at the door with a dry towel.
"Come out first," Song Yu held Zhou Yanqing's wrist, led him to sit on a chair, "I'll blow your hair for you."
Zhou Yanqing dodged back and said uncomfortably, "I'll just do it myself."
Song Yu pulled another chair and sat face-to-face with Zhou Yanqing's knees: "I know you can't get used to it for a while, but I wanted to do these things for you a long time ago, it's just because of our relationship. Change, so I dare not do many things, but now we are lovers, aren't we?"
The word "lover" made Zhou Yanqing's heartbeat, which had finally stabilized, beating again. He looked down at Song Yu's slender fingers, and stretched his head over them.
Song Yu smiled in satisfaction, helped Zhou Yan finish blow-drying his hair, and stuffed him under the quilt before going to the bathroom to take a shower.
It was almost one o'clock when he lay down. This is not a home, there is only one quilt, and the two of them have to lie on the same quilt.
Song Yu didn't intend to be a reserved and modest gentleman, he lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, and pulled Zhou Yanqing into his arms without saying hello.
He felt that the person in his arms was obviously stiff, and smiled softly: "I can't sleep at all without you pillowing my arm these days."
Zhou Yanqing suddenly raised his head, and said in amazement: "You know?" After speaking, he realized that the tip of their noses was only less than five centimeters apart, and hurriedly lowered his head again.
Touching the center of Zhou Yanqing's eyebrows with his lips, Song Yu replied: "Yes, I secretly stretch my arms under your neck every day when you are fast asleep."
Zhou Yanqing was completely speechless.
Song Yu curled the corner of his mouth and didn't speak any more, hugging the person in his arms, enjoying the silent cold night.