Because it was daytime, even with Wen Qing's eyes closed, he could still feel the light from the outside world.
The light dimmed, as if someone had walked by the bed.
Someone was touching his stomach, with slightly cold fingertips from the navel to the waist, Wen Qing's body trembled involuntarily.
Rubbing his skin with the palm of his hand, he massaged gently.
Wen Qing's waist felt itchy and numb like an electric shock.
Just like before, he couldn't open his eyes, his mind was chaotic, his hands and feet were heavy, and the only thing he knew was the touch on his skin.
Even the voice in the ear is vague.
The background music of the game, the roar of zombies.
It seemed to be mixed with vague human voices, as if someone was talking.
"… smell… "
"strawberry… "
Wen Qing didn't know if it was the people in the game talking to each other, or if someone was really standing beside him chatting.
He felt the opponent's hand pause, and then something fell on his stomach.
Slightly cool, sticky, flowing down the linea alba.
"...so astringent..."
"... Can... Fuck?"
"No," someone whispered, and he said in a gentle tone, "it's too early."
Wen flexed his fingers lightly, always feeling that these two voices were very familiar, as if he heard them often.
who is it
yes…
His chaotic mind turned with difficulty, and just a second before he was about to think of it, there was more heat on his stomach, rubbing against him.
It was like a heated detector, checking his abdomen. As time went by, the temperature became higher and higher, and there was also a faint fishy smell.
I don't know how long it took, and finally spared his stomach.
Wen Qing vaguely heard footsteps, followed by the sound of doors opening and closing.
The next second, his hand was held.
A hand bigger than his was on the back of his hand and clasped gently.
Wen Qing's fingers trembled slightly, her palm felt hot, and she held something.
He subconsciously wanted to push it away, but he couldn't use any force at all, so he could only let the opponent control his fingers.
The man pressed his hand and moved it up and down.
The other party seemed to be dissatisfied and paused.
Soon, Wen Qing felt herself being hugged.
In the arms of a man taller and stronger than him.
The man's head rested on his shoulder, and his rapid breathing brushed against his ear.
Wen Qing's nose moved slightly, and she smelled a faint mint scent, which was pleasant and familiar.
He leaned weakly in the man's arms, like a doll, letting him play with him.
Wen Qing's mind was in a daze, until it seemed as if his palms were being washed by hot water, he slowly realized something, and he became more and more resistant.
He bent his fingers and barely scratched the back of the opponent's hand.
Wen Qing felt that she had already scratched very hard, but the other party just laughed softly, playing with his fingers affectionately.
Wen Qing's throat moved slightly, and she let out a muffled murmur.
After a long while, he finally gained some strength, barely opened a slit of his eyes, and saw someone squatting beside the bed.
The man lowered his head, and Wen Qing vaguely saw a head.
Short black hair, just when he wanted to look again, a pair of big hands covered his eyes, blocking his sight.
When the zipper sounded, Wen Qing felt that she was bitten again, and her dizzy mind became more and more confused.
Someone put an arm around him.
Someone bit him.
Who is it
...
When Wen Qing woke up, she was still in a trance.
He looked at the white ceiling, took a moment to relax, and then sat up abruptly.
Wen gently lifted the quilt and lowered his head to check.
The pants are not wet or sticky, they are in good condition, the zippers and buttons stay where they should be.
Wen Qing lifted his clothes and looked at his stomach, which was also clean and refreshing.
It seemed like he was just having a vivid dream.
Wen Qing fell into self-doubt, is it really a dream
He couldn't help but ask the system: [System, did something happen when I fell asleep?]
001 didn't speak.
Wen Qing called again tentatively: [System?]
001 said coldly: [Think for yourself.]
Wen pursed his lips lightly, thinking that he just asked because he couldn't figure it out.
001 didn't remind, Wen Qing couldn't judge whether it was a dream or he was really...
He lowered his eyes and flexed his fingers.
The fingertips seemed to still have that blazing touch.
Wen Qing stared at her fingers for two seconds, slowly raised her hand, and sniffed at the tip of her nose.
No smell at all.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Wen Qing recovered, only to find that Ji Sheng was still in the bedroom, sitting on a chair, looking at him suspiciously.
Wen Qing quickly put down her hand, her cheeks flushed slightly: "No, nothing."
"When I fell asleep just now..." Wen paused, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Have you been playing games?"
Ji Sheng nodded, then shook his head again: "After playing for a while, I will send review materials to my classmates."
He asked curiously, "brother, what's the matter?"
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and kept replaying the scene in his dream in his mind.
so real...
He hesitated and asked, "How long have you been away?"
"It's not long since I came back," Ji Sheng thought for a while, and said to him, "It's been about an hour, and my classmate got stuck in traffic."
"But dad and dad are always at home, brother, you are not alone, don't worry."
Wen gently twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that he was not alone, and he was also very worried.
Seeing that his expression was wrong, Ji Sheng asked again: "Brother, did something happen when I left?"
"It's nothing." Wen shook his head lightly, and said slowly, "I had a nightmare."
"I'm having a nightmare again," Ji Sheng blinked, and said sincerely, "Brother, why don't you check again."
"Why do you have nightmares in broad daylight?"
Wen Qing responded vaguely and got up from the bed.
He lowered his head to put on his shoes, and suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a water stain on the bed sheet, only half the size of a fingernail, right next to his hand.
Wen Qing moved her fingertips slightly and touched it.
It's still a little wet, as if it was put on it not long ago, and it hasn't had time to dry.
But Ji Sheng said that he just came back...
Wen Qing's heart sank gradually, this position was at his hand, no matter what, it was impossible for him to drool.
Was what happened just now really just his dream
Seeing Wen Qing staring at the bed sheet, Ji Sheng followed his gaze and looked over: "Brother, is there anything on the bed?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: "No, nothing."
Ji Sheng stood up immediately, walked to the bed, saw the water stains, and smiled: "Maybe the air conditioner is leaking, it's been years."
air conditioner
Wen Qing was startled, then raised his head, the air conditioner was on.
It was clearly not turned on before going to bed.
Is he thinking too much
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Sheng's hand.
The skin on the backs of his hands was intact, without a trace of redness.
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly. If what happened just now was not a dream, there should be marks on the back of that person's hand.
"I'm going to wash my face."
After washing his face, Wen Qing walked slowly to the living room.
Ji Prison was sitting on the sofa, peeling an apple.
Instead of using a paring knife, he used a small knife, pinched the apple with one hand, and peeled the skin with the other hand, without peeling a little bit of flesh, the craftsmanship was very exquisite.
Wen Qing glanced at the back of his left hand, and there was no trace. As for the right hand, he couldn't see it from the current angle.
After struggling for a moment, Wen Qing took a step forward and called, "Uncle Ji."
Hearing his voice suddenly, Ji Prison's hand paused, and the knife slipped from his hand without holding it steady.
The blade slashed across the back of his hand, creating a wound, and blood beads overflowed instantly.
Wen Qing hurriedly apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, a small injury." Ji Prison took out the medicine box, took out iodophor and cotton swabs, daubed the wound, and said gently, "I was too absorbed in cutting it, and I didn't hear your footsteps."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the back of his hand. With the scratch and iodophor, she couldn't see what it was like before.
Is it too coincidental
This thought inevitably came to Wen Qing's mind.
Then he thought again, if nothing happened at all, he would not only injure Ji Prison, but also blindly suspect him.
Wen Qing pursed his lips tightly, his mind was in a mess.
There is only one clear idea in my mind, and the human level dungeon is not simple at all.
Suddenly, the kitchen door opened, and Xia Yansi stood by the door, looking at them quietly: "What's wrong?"
Ji Prison smiled and said, "It's nothing, I accidentally scratched my hand while peeling an apple."
"Is that so?" Xia Yansi glanced at the back of his hand, and said casually, "Isn't it in the surgery, and the hand is not steady."
The smile on Ji Prison's face faded, he pushed his glasses, half-closed his eyes to hide all his emotions, and said with a slight smile: "Of course it's not as good as your dead bones."
Wen Qing looked at them blankly, always feeling that the couple had something to say.
But he couldn't understand.
Is this still arguing
Just thinking about it, Xia Yansi suddenly called him: "Wen Qing, come to the kitchen to help."
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then answered. Go over obediently.
He still remembered that Ji Sheng said that Xia Yansi had high requirements for the kitchen, so he didn't let Ji Sheng and Ji Prison mess around.
Suddenly being called to help, Wen Qing was still a little flustered, afraid that she might do something wrong, so she stood by the wall with her hands tied.
Xia Yansi pointed to the juicer beside him, and said to Wen Qing, "Squeeze the juice."
Wen Qing walked over, and there were sliced carrots next to the juicer. These carrots were square and looked exactly the same, as if they were cut by a machine.
Wen Qing looked at the juicer. This juicer has two outlets. It looks like a juicer that separates the juice residue. He has never used it before. He didn't know how to use it for a while, so he stood there for two seconds.
"No?" Xia Yansi asked.
Before Wen Qing could make a sound, Xia Yansi walked up behind him, opened the lid of the juicer with his left hand, and wrapped it around Wen Qing with his right hand, picked up the carrot plate and poured it in.
Wen Qing's body froze because of Xia Yansi's posture.
At this moment, he seemed to be held in Xia Yansi's arms, and Xia Yansi's breath even brushed against his head.
Slightly cool, with a light mint scent.
The smell he had smelled in his dream.
Thinking about it, Wen Qing's body became even stiffer.
Xia Yansi demonstrated how to squeeze the juice, glanced at him, and suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing stammered, "No, nothing."
Xia Yansi glanced at him, walked to the other end, and began to cut vegetables, raising and lowering the knife at a very fast speed, and the shredded vegetables were even in thickness.
Wen Qing had only seen this kind of knife work in videos before.
He retracted his gaze and continued to squeeze the juice.
Squeezed a jug of carrot juice, Wen Gently put the jug at the location designated by Xia Yansi.
Turning around, bumped into Xia Yansi's chest,
Wen Qing's nose was slightly sour, but her first reaction was to sniff her nose, smelling the smell of Xia Yansi.
It's mint, that's right.
Xia Yansi lowered his head, looked at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes, and asked coldly, "What are you smelling?"
Wen Qing blushed, unexpectedly being caught by Xia Yansi.
He quickly said, "It's nothing, my nose hurts a bit."
Xia Yansi snorted lightly.
Wen Qing blushed even more.
Xia Yansi said slowly: "Your reaction doesn't look like a straight man."
Wen Qing was startled, what do you mean
Xia Yansi raised his hand, and his fingertips scraped Wen Qing's Adam's apple.
Wen Qing's body trembled, and a feeling of electric current went down her spine.
He quickly took a step back to distance himself from Xia Yansi.
He blushed: "Xia, Uncle Xia, what are you doing?"
"Help you confirm," Xia Yansi withdrew his hand and asked again, "Do you have a girl you like?"
Wen Qing didn't understand why he suddenly asked about her relationship history, but she still answered honestly: "No."
He didn't like a girl. To be precise, he never liked a girl since he was a child.
But I never liked boys.
Wen Qingbian took it for granted that he was a straight man.
Xia Yansi continued to ask: "Have you ever had sex impulses towards girls?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Xia Yansi didn't seem to want him to answer, so he asked further: "What about boys?"
"Sometimes dreams can better reflect a person's inner world than real life."
Xia Yansi's voice was slightly hoarse and nice, and he spoke neither fast nor slow, persuasive, Wen Qing was in a daze, and the dream he had during this period appeared in his mind.
man.
He only dreamed of men...
"And..." Xia Yansi took a step forward.
Wen Qing stepped back subconsciously.
Xia Yansi didn't stop until his back hit the wall and there was no way to retreat.
He put his toes against Wen Qing's shoes, slowly lowered his head, stared into Wen Qing's eyes, and said softly, "You were smelling me just now, weren't you?"
Wen Qing blushed and stammered, "I, I think..."
His eyelashes trembled and he didn't tell the truth.
"Very, very nice smell."
Xia Yansi stared at him with downcast eyes, and said flatly, "Ji Prison has always had good taste."
Wen Wei was taken aback for a moment. Is this Uncle Ji's favorite taste
The scratch on the back of the hand, the scent of mint, the familiar voice in the dream...
Is everything a coincidence
"Have you dreamed of the Quarterly Prison?"