Can we sleep together? The answer is of course yes.
Shen Mucheng couldn't think of a reason for his refusal. He looked at Luo Shaoheng closely, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "It's a great honor."
Seeing the slight smile on his lips, Luo Shaoheng blushed and explained: "I just want to sleep with you, nothing else."
Knocking on the door in pajamas, his words were really trying to cover up, Shen Mucheng teased him: "It's okay if you have other meanings, I'm happy."
Luo Shaoheng: "..." Is it too late to go back now
"Come in first, it's cold outside." Shen Mucheng said, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him.
The heating was turned on in the room, and as soon as Luo Shaoheng entered, he felt surrounded by a warm current, which slightly relaxed his nerves that had been tense due to the nightmare.
Shen Mucheng took out a coat from the closet and put it on his shoulders: "Be careful of catching a cold."
"Thank you." Luo Shaoheng tugged on his jacket, and the pajamas on his body were thin. After standing outside for a while, he really felt a little cold.
"Go and sit." Shen Mucheng patted him on the shoulder, poured him a cup of hot water from the thermos at the side, and when he turned around and came back, he saw him sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at him in a daze.
Luo Shaoheng is shorter than Shen Mucheng, and his figure is also thinner. Shen Mucheng's overcoat looks a bit loose on him, with his hands tucked in the sleeves, looking straight at himself makes Shen Mucheng think of civet cats.
"What are you looking at?" Shen Mucheng walked over and put the water in his hand, "Drink some hot water, this is my cup, you just use it."
"Look at you." Luo Shaoheng replied casually, looking straight at him.
Luo Shaoheng's eyes are very beautiful, the color of the eyeballs is pure black, which can clearly reflect people's shadows, and the whites of the eyes are very clean without any impurities.
Every time he looked directly at people like this, Shen Mucheng always felt that he was seducing him. After staring at each other for a while, he felt a little overwhelmed, and stretched out his hand to cover those seductive eyes: "What are you looking at?"
Luo Shaoheng blinked his eyes, and brushed his eyelashes against his palm. It felt like being brushed by a very soft feather, with an itchy, yet very comfortable feeling.
The touch from the palm of his hand spread to his heart, and Shen Mucheng only felt his heart itch, and the hotness that had been suppressed before seemed a little ready to move.
He stroked Luo Shaoheng's eyebrows with his fingertips, and calmly withdrew his hand and asked, "Why are you here suddenly?"
Luo Shaoheng took a sip of warm water from the cup and moistened his dry tongue before saying, "I had a nightmare."
"Nightmare?" Shen Mucheng raised his eyebrows, and laughed a little at the fact that a big man was frightened by his dream and knocked on the door, "What kind of dream can scare you until your face turns pale? Huh?"
"I dreamed..." Luo Shaoheng paused, and tightened his grip on the cup, "The day you had an accident."
The smile on Shen Mucheng's lips stopped, Luo Shaoheng lowered his head and said, "I dreamed that you died in a car accident, and the hospital asked me to identify the body."
When he said this, there was a slight tremor in his voice, but it was well hidden. If Shen Mucheng hadn't been looking at him, it was almost impossible to notice that his lips were trembling slightly.
He looked up at Shen Mucheng: "I dreamed that I was talking to you in the morgue, but you didn't answer me. I said a lot, but you didn't answer me a word."
The corners of his eyes were red, and there was still the despair in his eyes that could not go away from the dream, which made Shen Mucheng's heart twitch, and he quickly reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and coaxed in a low voice: "That's fake, I'm still alive , Live well."
"I know, but I still can't feel at ease, so I came here to look for you." Luo Shaoheng raised his head and asked him, "Will it disturb you to sleep?"
"No, as long as you want, you can come here anytime." Shen Mucheng said.
Luo Shaoheng smiled when he heard the words: "It would be great if you said the same thing last time."
Shen Mucheng was puzzled: "Last time?"
Luo Shaoheng explained: "On the first day we met in Switzerland, I was outside your door that night, but I didn't dare to knock on the door."
Shen Mucheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized why he was fine at first, but suddenly developed a fever the next day: "How long have you been standing at the door?"
"A few hours, I don't really remember." Luo Shaoheng thought back, "I kind of wanted to knock on the door at the time, but you were very strange to me at that time."
When Shen Mucheng heard that he stood without knocking on the door for several hours, his face darkened, but when he remembered his attitude towards Luo Shaoheng at that time, his anger turned into guilt: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"Why do you have to apologize?" Luo Shaoheng smiled, "It's too late for me to be happy to meet you."
— I'm just so happy.
Shen Mucheng suddenly remembered what he said when he asked Luo Shaoheng why he was crying. At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Now that he thinks about it, Luo Shaoheng is really happy.
He remembered that Luo Shaoheng said that he relied on the scar on his right hand to confirm whether it was the same person, so he couldn't help asking: "Did you rely on the scar on my hand to confirm my identity?"
Luo Shaoheng lifted up the sleeve of his pajamas with one free hand, revealing the burn: "Yes, because you don't know me, so I need something to confirm."
Before, Shen Mucheng thought that his scar was caused by the car accident, but after getting to know Luo Shaoheng, he realized that the scar existed before the car accident, so he couldn't help becoming interested in its origin: "How did it come about?"
"Because of me." Luo Shaoheng recounted the reason for the burn at the beginning, with a tone full of distress and guilt, "I wish I had been more careful."
Shen Mucheng comforted him: "Don't blame yourself, I'm glad I didn't hurt you back then."
Luo Shaoheng couldn't help laughing at his words, and the haze surrounded by nightmares dissipated tonight.
Yes, whether Shen Mucheng remembers it or not, for him, he is reluctant to suffer a little harm.
"What are you laughing at?" Shen Mucheng asked, just after he finished speaking, he saw him holding his hand to his mouth, lowering his head and kissing the scar on the back of his hand.
The soft lips pressed against the skin, as if kissing his heart, which made him feel excited.
... What a fucking flirt.
Shen Mucheng said something secretly in his heart, pulled out his hand, pretending to be calm and said: "Okay, let's go to sleep."
"Okay." Luo Shaoheng finished drinking the water in the cup, took off his shoes and lay down on the other side. Shen Mucheng pressed the quilt for him, and then lay down. As soon as he lay down, Luo Shaoheng moved over to hug him, and buried his head at his arm.
Although Shen Mucheng was very satisfied with his dependence, he couldn't help but find it funny: "How can such a big man look like a child."
"I haven't hugged you to sleep for a long time." Luo Shaoheng's voice came muffled, and his arms hugged even tighter.
Shen Mucheng was dumb, and stretched out his hand to press the top of his head: "I'll hug you from now on, go to sleep."
"Can't sleep." Luo Shaoheng looked up at him, "Can you chat with me?"
"What are you talking about?" Shen Mucheng asked.
"Shall I tell you about our past?"
"good."
Luo Shaoheng talked a lot that night, from the first time the two met in the alley, to when Shen Mucheng was discharged from the hospital and lived with him, to the time when the two were together.
Shen Mucheng listened very carefully, unwilling to let go of anything related to their past. Until the early morning, Luo Shaoheng couldn't bear it anymore, and fell asleep in his lower and lower voice.
The next day, when Shen Mucheng woke up, Luo Shaoheng was still sleeping, and his original posture of holding him turned into a curled up with his back facing him, with half of his face buried in the quilt, occupying only a small amount of space.
Even though you are already by your side, do you still feel insecure? Seeing his appearance, Shen Mucheng sighed, gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
After he washed and went downstairs, Wang Ma was already making breakfast in the kitchen. She saw him coming down and said hello: "Morning, Ah Cheng, where's Shaoheng?"
"Morning Wang, he's still sleeping." Shen Mucheng nodded to him, poured a cup of hot water and sat aside to read the newspaper.
Less than ten minutes after he sat down, he heard a rush of footsteps upstairs, looked up and saw Luo Shaoheng running down in his pajamas, and stopped suddenly when he saw him at the stairs.
Shen Mucheng put down the newspaper and walked over: "Why are you wearing pajamas again?"
"I thought you were going out." Luo Shaoheng said, his face was full of joy to see him at home.
"Today is Saturday." Shen Mucheng said, "Go up and get dressed, and I'll go out with you after eating."
"I haven't been to work for so many years, I have forgotten Saturdays and Sundays. Then I'll wash my face first, you wait for me." Luo Shaoheng went upstairs after speaking.
After breakfast, the two went out. Shen Mucheng took Luo Shaoheng to Dr. Zhang's clinic. Because he had already made an appointment the day before, he took people directly to the office.
Luo Shaoheng had some doubts about his sudden visit to the clinic, but he didn't ask any questions, and greeted Dr. Zhang politely.
Doctor Zhang asked them to sit down with a smile, and said to Luo Shaoheng, "How old is Xiao Luo this year?"
"Thirty." Although Luo Shaoheng didn't understand why he asked his age, he answered honestly.
"I can't tell." Doctor Zhang smiled, "It looks really small."
Luo Shaoheng was a little embarrassed to be told by an elder.
In fact, he was brought back in these years. He was only 21 years old when he first entered the nursing home, but because of long-term insomnia and depression, he looked older than a 30-year-old.
"Stretch out your left hand and let me have a look." Dr. Zhang said.
Luo Shaoheng subconsciously looked at Shen Mucheng, saw him nodding, raised his sleeves slightly, and passed his wrist over.
Because of his thin body, his wrists are thinner than men of the same age, and blue blood vessels can be clearly seen on the white wrists, which are too fragile under the thin skin.
Dr. Zhang pressed his fingers on his pulse, his originally gentle expression gradually became serious, and he tilted his head slightly thinking about something.
Sitting next to him, Shen Mucheng noticed the change in Dr. Zhang's expression, and frowned accordingly. After Dr. Zhang finished checking the pulse on both sides, he hurriedly asked: "Doctor Zhang, how are you?"
"According to what you said yesterday, I made some preparations, but I didn't expect it to be better than I imagined today." Dr. Zhang said.
"What's the situation?" Luo Shaoheng didn't know why.
"Did an old Chinese doctor in Switzerland tell you about Qi and blood deficiency?" Dr. Zhang answered irrelevantly.
His words reminded Luo Shaoheng, and he also realized the reason why Shen Mucheng brought him to see a doctor. It was probably reported by Shen Yu to Shen Mucheng that the doctor in Switzerland was treating him at that time. He glanced at Shen Mucheng's unhappy face, and didn't know what to say for a while.
Seeing him, Dr. Zhang kept silent and continued, "Although your physical condition is not bad on the surface, judging from the pulse condition, because of the large loss at the beginning, your energy is obviously insufficient, and there are major health risks. Since you have recuperated before, Then I think your doctor should have told you that too."
Luo Shaoheng nodded, both Chen Zhan and the Chinese medicine doctor who helped him recuperate had said similar things.
"A person's life depends on a breath of energy. When this energy is almost exhausted, then death is not far away. Do you understand what I mean?" Dr. Zhang asked again.
"Understood." Luo Shaoheng didn't understand, but he really didn't want to live for a long time back then.
"What do you mean?" Shen Mucheng frowned when he heard what they said so seriously.
Doctor Zhang didn't answer him, but looked at Luo Shaoheng and asked: "Heart disease still needs heart medicine, if you want, you can tell me about it."
Luo Shaoheng tightened and loosened his hands on the table, took a deep breath and said slowly, "I was depressed for a while."
"When?" Doctor Zhang seemed to have expected it.
"...Nine years ago." Luo Shaoheng whispered.
Shen Mucheng looked at him suddenly when he heard the words, nine years ago, that was the second year after his accident.