I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Pei Shuangjin has always been a light sleeper, so he woke up when Song Guicheng started to shiver.

I don’t know what happened in the dream that made him so sad. I could only see Song Guicheng frowning, curling up his hands and feet, and trying to curl himself up into a ball.

The depression and pain conveyed by his body passed through the thin pajamas to Pei Shuangjin's palm, and then spread all the way to his heart.

Pei Shuangjin reached out and pressed his heart. He had never felt the existence of that blood-supplying organ in his chest so clearly.

He lowered his head and gently shook Song Guicheng, trying to wake him up from his nightmare, but it was no use. Pei Shuangjin had no idea that the dream web that entangled Song Guicheng was actually himself.

He had no choice but to hold Song Guicheng in his arms and pat his back gently.

This was a very soothing gesture, but Song Guicheng was not comforted. Instead, he began to shed tears. His tears wet his long eyelashes, and each distinct eyelash condensed into a few strands.

Pei Shuangjin didn't know how to comfort others. As far as he could remember, he had never done such a thing, and he had no experience of being comforted by others.

He could only watch as the tears continued to flow from the corners of Song Guicheng's eyes, flow down his thin cheeks and into his dark gray pajamas, and his heart also fell.

I feel irritated and very annoyed. I don’t want to see him cry.

"Don't cry, don't cry... Can I sing you a lullaby?"

Pei Shuangjin put one hand under Song Guicheng's waist and pressed him in his arms. He put his mouth against Song Guicheng's ear and whispered.

He suddenly laughed at himself, he couldn't sing a lullaby.

"Or else..." Pei Shuangjin paused, thousands of words flashed through his mind, and finally he uttered in a daze, "Go to hell, you won't feel any pain when you die."

They hugged each other, doing the most intimate actions in the world, but the words they spoke were as cold as the frost in November, penetrating into the bone marrow.

The moment the words came out of his mouth, even Pei Shuangjin himself was stunned.

Half of it was because of his shocking words just now, and the other half was that although he clearly said that Song Guicheng should die, his heart was filled with compassion and sadness.

The two emotions intertwined like the rising tide, one higher than the other, beating him into a daze.

By the time Pei Shuangjin reacted, his other hand had already grabbed Song Guicheng's thin neck.

Just a little effort...

Just at this moment, Song Guicheng opened his eyes with a "swish". His light brown eyes were washed by tears and were unusually bright, as if he had never fallen into a nightmare.

When he woke up, he didn't see the hand that was pinching his neck at first, but instead he eagerly squeezed into Pei Shuangjin's arms. His slender neck was immediately clamped in the palm of his hand, and it looked like Song Guicheng was committing suicide.

Song Guicheng certainly also felt the pain of the restraint on his neck, but he didn't care, and he had no energy to care.

He just anxiously climbed Pei Shuangjin's neck, where the thickest artery in the human body was hidden. It was always warm and beating, and Pei Shuangjin was no exception.

Song Guicheng wanted to laugh but couldn't. How could gods have warmth?

In the copy, Song Guicheng is a meticulous and calculating person, and this trait is even more vividly reflected in his real life.

That was why he was able to infer the relationship between the two from Wu Zhi's few words, to infer the truth of the matter from Hao Yu's vague words, and to fill in his missing memories based on the previous scenes and a few words of dialogue.

The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, and Song Guicheng soon became unable to breathe. His body consumed the oxygen bit by bit. The huge pressure blocked him like a stone. He seemed to be back in his dream and became the ignorant sleeping baby.

Why do you want to survive?

Why would you hold on to something that doesn't belong to you?

Why do you want to take away a part of Wu Zhi's life to fulfill yourself?

Song Guicheng, you are such a bad boy.

He tilted his head and rubbed Pei Shuangjin's neck affectionately. Punish him, he deserved it.

Suddenly, Song Guicheng felt a pain in his hand and the force on his neck loosened.

"What are you doing?!"

Pei Shuangjin was anxious and angry. He immediately pulled open Song Guicheng's collar to look at the marks on his neck. Fortunately, they were not deep.

Song Guicheng looked blankly at his left hand which had been pinched hard, and then he realized that it was not Pei Shuangjin who wanted to strangle him to death, but he was the one who held down Pei Shuangjin's palm and forced Pei Shuangjin to strangle him to death.

He wanted to punish himself too much.

Pei Shuangjin was extremely angry and scared. Without thinking much, he grabbed Song Guicheng's hand and hit it twice, with even greater force than when he pinched him. Red marks soon appeared on the back of Song Guicheng's white palm.

"If you do this again next time, I will really strangle you to death!"

These words were spoken particularly harshly and excitedly, not in the manner of a god who really wanted to kill someone. Song Guicheng could tell that these were words spoken in anger.

Pei Shuangjin calmed his breathing, turned over and got out of bed to find medicine.

He had never been so angry as far as he could remember. God knew where Song Guicheng got so much strength to hold his hand and strangle his neck.

The pulse under his palm was beating faster and faster, almost driving him crazy.

When he turned around, he saw Song Guicheng kneeling on the bed, with his head down and silent, staring blankly at his hands that were beaten red. He looked so pitiful.

Pei Shuangjin immediately stopped and knelt beside Song Guicheng, holding him in his arms, letting him lean his head back on his arm, exposing the place where he had been pinched just now.

Song Guicheng's eyes shook as he moved, and his light brown eyes were faintly visible under his bangs.

The mark on the neck didn't seem deep at first glance, but now it has turned deep red.

Pei Shuangjin unbuttoned his collar and applied medicine to him without saying a word. The atmosphere between them became a little silent in the early morning light.

"Are you angry?" Song Guicheng's voice was a little hoarse and thin, like a feather gently tickling people's ears.

Pei Shuangjin still didn't say anything. He was indeed angry, but he didn't know whether he was angry at Song Guicheng's self-deprecation or at himself for not being able to relieve his pain.

He could see that even if Song Guicheng had sincerely wanted to die, death could not relieve the pervasive despair.

Song Guicheng felt Pei Shuangjin's ruthless action of applying medicine, his eyes gradually curved with smile: "Do you love me? Or are you pitying me?"

Pei Shuangjin paused and looked into Song Guicheng's eyes, which were as crystal clear as tea crystals. He asked seriously but did not look like he expected an answer.

"Can I have some daifuku in the morning? I want to eat sweet cream," Song Guicheng said to himself. He grabbed Pei Shuangjin's sleeve and tugged, "Please."

The voice was deliberately slow and soft, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Pei Shuangjin pulled out his sleeves, seemingly unmoved. But after Song Guicheng obediently finished eating the meat porridge and eggs, Pei Shuangjin still brought out the big fortune.

One is matcha flavor, the other is strawberry flavor. Matcha flavor was his favorite flavor yesterday, and strawberry flavor was the sweet cream flavor he just mentioned.

Song Guicheng chose the strawberry flavor and pushed the other one to Pei Shuangjin.

The soft cream melts in your mouth, the sweet aroma fills the air, fluffy and filling your heart with something.

Before Song Guicheng took the second bite, tears started to flow.

He wanted to take a second bite, but his tears were like beads falling from a broken string, making it impossible for him to take a second bite.

Pei Shuangjin panicked and leaned over to check his injury: "Does it hurt?"

Song Guicheng just kept shaking his head, with tears streaming down his face, looking a little funny.

There is no child who doesn't want to be beaten by his parents in anger and anxiety after getting into trouble, but his parents will still continue to love him even after they are angry.

He didn't have parents like that, so he told himself it didn't matter if he didn't have them, he didn't want any.

But does he really not want it?

If he really didn't want her, then why did he treat Song Yujie as a lifeline all those years? Why did he lose control of himself after receiving a little favor from Wu Zhi?

People who are used to disappointment will only express what they want when they really get something, because this way they will not face the despair of unfulfilled expectations.

He wanted his mother's care and his father's concern. He wanted stern rebuke and indulgent consolation. He wanted to hold their hands and walk openly in the sun.

What he desires most is what he always thinks of.

What he wants, he wants very much.

A little bit of love, really and sincerely.

Song Guicheng finally dared to say it out loud because he was Wu Zhi's child.

The child is the flesh that fell from the mother's body, and he is also a ray of strength that supports Wu Zhi's body.

They are not only connected by blood, but also by soul.

Wu Zhi is his mother.

It turned out that his soul was deeply pitied by his mother.

Who says compassion is not a form of love?

Why does it have to be love? This kind of compassion will satisfy him.

Pei Shuang just rubbed his hands, thinking that she had hit him too hard.

Song Guicheng suddenly moved. He held Pei Shuangjin's hand, stroked his cheek, and said slowly: "It's all because the cream is too sweet. It hurts me."

Pei Shuangjin asked nervously: "Where does it hurt?"

"toothache."

"…Come with me to the hospital."

"Cavities can heal themselves...really! Don't pinch them, I have to go to work this afternoon!"