star hunter

Su Xian spent most of the rest of the day aimlessly. He returned to his residence. He wanted to sleep at first, but he was tossing and turning on the bed he had been away for a long time, and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After suffering from insomnia for a long time, he simply gave up the idea of ​​falling asleep, sat up and opened the old letters between Xiao Yin and Zhu Ci, only flipped through a few, and those words crawled past his eyes like worms, making him upset.

He pushed the stack of envelopes and letter papers and let them spread out on his bed, put on his coat and went out.

As soon as he got outside, his feet seemed to be equipped with a navigator, and they automatically went in one direction. By the time he realized it, he was already in the training camp.

I don't want to see him?Why are you here again?Su Xian couldn't figure it out, but his legs still went to the dormitory involuntarily.

Anyway, he's here, so let's take a look at him.

It was already dark, and Su Xian didn't know what time it was, but the training camp was quiet, obviously it was already the curfew time, so it should be quite late.

He was probably already asleep, so he just took a look and left.

That's what Su Xian planned. He climbed up to the fifth floor with ease, without attracting anyone's attention. He wandered around in front of the 501 dormitory for a while before tentatively pushing the door.

His force was very light, but unexpectedly, the door opened, and the hazy yellow light revealed a little.

Even though it was only a small opening, it still shocked Su Xian enough, he didn't expect that kid to be so lenient living alone, without locking the door.

But soon, another thought crept into his mind—he couldn't be waiting for me, could he?

He hesitated for a moment, then thought that the door was open anyway, so he should go in and take a look.

Su Xian walked in lightly. Although the light was still on, he was still worried that Zhong Yuncong was still awake. If that was the case, he didn't want to wake him up.

It's just that he didn't expect that he was asleep when he was asleep, but his eyes were closed, his face was flushed, his lips were peeled, and no matter how he looked at it, he looked sick.

Surprised, Su Xian quickly came to his bed and touched his forehead. Sure enough, the tentacles were hot, and he was feverish.

He was a little flustered, he quickly turned around and poured a glass of water, and gently shook him awake: "Drink some water."

Dizzy with fever, Zhong Yun heard Su Xian's voice vaguely, at first he thought it was an auditory hallucination, until his cool fingertips brushed his forehead, he suddenly realized that he was really there.

He opened his eyes in surprise and joy, and smiled weakly: "You are here."

Su Xian freed up one hand, helped the man up, let him lean on his shoulder, and handed the water glass to his lips: "Drink water first."

Zhong Yuncong opened his mouth to drink water obediently, he was indeed thirsty, drank half a glass of water intermittently, and then shook his head contentedly: "I'm full."

Su Xian put down the cup, and then asked a little reproachfully, "What's the matter with you?"

"It should be because I took a cold shower last night," Zhong Yuncong smiled wryly, "I was late this morning and was dragged under the faucet by Instructor Huo to wake up... and then..."

Su Xian automatically ignored the previous sentence, and concentrated all his hatred on Huo Jing: "That bastard, there are so many ways to punish him, he has to..."

Zhong Yuncong slapped the back of his hand lightly: "Stop making trouble for no reason, who made me late first?"

Su Xian exhaled slowly, he was a little angry, but more helpless, he leaned over slowly, and put his face on his hot forehead: "How long has it been burning? Why don't you go to the infirmary? "

"When I knew I had a fever, the infirmary was already closed." Zhong Yuncong's bones seemed to have been torn clean, and he slumped limply on him, and the high body temperature was also transmitted to him through his clothes.

Surrounded by a ball of hot air, Su Xian suddenly couldn't sit still. He wanted to stand up, but Zhong Yuncong was still leaning on him, so he had no choice but to soften his tone and discuss with him: "I'll get a cold towel, help Do you need a cold compress?"

Zhong Yuncong, who was sick, was even more annoying than usual. He grabbed his sleeve: "No, I don't feel uncomfortable either... You sit with me for a while and talk."

Su Xian flicked his forehead: "What are you talking about...sleep!"

"Can't sleep." He clearly had a fever, but his eyes were brighter than usual, like two jumping flames.

"It was I who woke you up..." Su Xian put his hand on his eyelids, stroked them lightly, trying to make him close them, but he couldn't do it. Instead, his fingers were caught, and Zhong Yuncong put his eyelids on Stuffing his hand into his neck: "I slept for a long time before, and I was dreaming."

Su Xian felt that the skin on the back of his hand was scalding, and he could hardly bear it. The heat spread to him along the blood vessels like an infectious disease, and his body became hot without warning.

"What kind of dream did you have?" He tried to divert his attention by chatting, but Zhong Yuncong was not very interested in his dream: "I dreamed about my parents, they...forget it , anyway, it’s not a happy dream, but fortunately, it’s said that dreams and reality are opposite, so it’s okay.”

Su Xian suddenly heard him mentioning his parents, and a certain sensitive nerve was suddenly poked, and the eagerness to move was finally temporarily suppressed, and his voice sank: "I'm sorry, I haven't found your father yet. ..."

He still didn't dare to tell him about Xiao Yin.

Zhong Yuncong looked at him and smiled softly: "Why are you apologizing? Don't say it's impossible to find it in a day, even if you can't find it... then I can't blame you, I'm not the kind of unreasonable person .”

Su Xian suddenly felt uncomfortable: "I know, it's just..."

"I have a hunch that Lao Zhong is still alive." Zhong Yuncong shook his head and interrupted him, "For me, it is also a comfort."

Su Xian was silent for a while, but still asked: "Do you miss him very much?"

"I think about it, but I don't think about it all the time." Zhong Yuncong smiled, "When I saw a tree, a pen, or an old man by chance, I couldn't help but think... he used to live I've had a great time, and now that I'm getting older, I'm always worried that he won't be able to eat or live in this 'isolated island', whether he won't be able to adapt..."

As he spoke, he raised his head and smiled at him: "But I can't do anything now...I'm probably the most useless son in the whole world."

Su Xian grabbed his shoulders and said in a low voice, "No, there are people worse than you."

Zhong Yuncong touched his face, and felt that his jawline was really pretty: "There is no need to compare with me, right?"

Su Xian grabbed his finger, brought it to his lips, and pecked it: "Then don't compare, go to sleep."

He actually didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to persuade the patient to go to bed early, but the patient was probably terminally ill, so he just caught a little hint.

Zhong Yuncong blinked: "Together?"

Su Xian was not slow either, especially under his overly bright and scorching body temperature, the temporarily suppressed heat in his body started to make trouble again like a ferocious beast imprisoned in a cage.

It wasn't that he couldn't understand what the other person meant, nor was he frigid, but he just felt that the guy might have lost his mind at such a time.

He pretended not to understand: "No, there's not only one bed here." He pointed to the empty bunk opposite, "I'll just make do with it for one night."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly got up, and was in a hurry to distance himself from Zhong Yuncong, but he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes: "You sleep in someone else's bed in front of me? Can you consider my feelings?"

"..." Su Xian turned around and looked at him helplessly, "Can you stop messing around?"

"I'm not fooling around, I'm very awake." Zhong Yuncong denied it flatly, there were light spots floating in his pupils, his cheeks and lips were burned with a faint blood color, reflecting the dim and soft light, like a catalyst, let Su Xian had wild thoughts uncontrollably.

The beast inside him started pacing restlessly.

"The dream I had was really not good, and I didn't like it very much." Zhong Yuncong closed his eyes and said softly, "Although I said just now that the dream is the opposite of reality, it doesn't suit me well. It works... my mother and I are thousands of miles away, and my father's whereabouts are unknown..."

He opened his eyes and looked straight into his eyes: "Now, the only thing I can catch is you."

Su Xian's heart softened, and she sat back on the edge of the bed, reaching out to hug him.

"I'm here with you, I won't leave, you can sleep peacefully." He comforted in a low voice, he couldn't see the expression of the person in his arms, but he could feel his hands creeping up his back, touching her Opening the corner of the clothes, the palms of the hands pressed against his skin texture, going up along the spine step by step.

Su Xian's body tensed up, and the beast also started to roar, rushing into the cage frantically.

"Zhong..." His voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor at the end, as if begging, but also seemed to reveal some kind of longing.

Zhong Yuncong got worse, leaned his face close to his neck, lightly bit his throbbing carotid artery, and asked vaguely: "Are you afraid of being infected by me?"

The lingering breath, hot kisses, and provocative fingertips make the confrontation between reason and emotion precarious. He seems to be in the gap between the iceberg and the sea of ​​fire, in a dilemma.

At this moment, the restless hand of the other party suddenly changed direction and turned sharply. Zhong Yuncong sighed in his ear: "Do you really want to?"

These words were like a ignited fuse, turning the dry heat in his body into a clump of irresponsible flames, and turning the sanity and sobriety he was struggling to maintain into a mass of ashes.

Su Xian slowly pushed the person in his arms away, wiped off the fine cold sweat on his forehead, rubbed his chin against the undulating lines of his profile, and finally sucked his lips.

The beast finally lost control completely and broke out of its cage.