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Rong Zhao walked out of the bathroom first, Zhou Ye calmed down, put on Rong Zhao's idle pajamas, and said while buttoning up: "Thank you, besides my mother, you are the first person to bathe me, And the only one when I grow up."

The pajamas were one size too small, but fortunately they were not too tight.

Rong Zhao made the bed, picked up the "Dream of Red Mansions" on the bedside table, and turned to look at Zhou Ye: "Correct me, I'm not giving you a bath, but handing you a towel."

Zhou Ye walked to his bed, sat down on the mattress, creaked, and knocked the quiet moonlight into pieces.

Rong Zhao lifted the quilt and went to bed: "The sound insulation of this house is not good. You'd better not turn over when you sleep in the middle of the night, so as not to be misunderstood by the neighbors."

Feeling that the words were too ambiguous, he corrected himself and said, "So as not to disturb the people."

Zhou Ye seemed to be deliberately against Rong Zhao, he rolled on the bed a few times, creaking~~, the mattress hit the bed, and the bed hit the wall again, it sounded very charming.

Rong Zhao threw the "Dream of Red Mansions" on Zhou Ye's body: "Be honest, go to sleep." After speaking, he turned off the desk lamp beside him.

A moment later, in the darkness, Zhou Ye turned over and said, "Rongrong, I have a question. If I don't get an answer, I won't be able to fall asleep."

Rong Zhao hummed: "Tell me."

Zhou Ye looked in Rong Zhao's direction: "How do you usually solve it?"

Rong Zhao didn't react immediately: "What?"

After he reacted, he said: "I was only thinking about how to avenge the Guan family, and I didn't care much about these things, so I just settled them casually."

Zhou Ye pressed on and asked, "What kind of random method?"

Rong Zhao turned his back to Zhou Ye and said angrily, "Sleep."

Lying on his own bed, Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao's back wrapped in the quilt: "Do you want to know how I solved it?"

It took Rong Zhao a long time to reply: "That's the end of today's night chat."

Zhou Ye pulled up the quilt on his body and smiled: "We are all men and adults, so why not be embarrassed."

Rong Zhao sat up from the bed, turned around and looked at Zhou Ye: "You first clarify your identity, you are gay, to you, I am equivalent to a opposite sex, it is inappropriate for you to talk to me about this."

"Think about it for yourself. If you ask a woman how she satisfies her physical needs, if she doesn't mean that to you, you're sexual harassment. It's an illegal act and you'll be arrested."

Zhou Ye also sat up, and looked at Rong Zhao face to face. The smile on his lips was hard to see in the night: "I just played a hooligan on a beautiful woman. Is the police officer going to arrest me?"

Rong Zhao lay down again, and put the quilt over his head, his voice was a little muffled under the quilt: "Go to the Public Security Bureau and surrender yourself, and you can win a leniency."

Zhou Ye got off the bed, walked to Rong Zhao's bedside in his slippers, squatted down and looked at the undulating human-shaped curves in the bed: "Officer Rong is interested in me if he doesn't arrest me."

Rong Zhao threw off the quilt so violently that he almost kicked Zhou Ye in the face, but the other side tilted his head to dodge him.

Zhou Ye, the scheming dog, planted the seeds of ambiguity in Rong Zhao's heart for the nth time, and when he saw it, he put it away, got up and went back to his bed, and kissed Rong Zhao: "Good night, baby."

"See you in my dream."

"Good night." Rong Zhao thought Zhou Ye was noisy, but he didn't hate this kind of noise.This house, including his life, has not been this lively for a long time.

Rong Zhao was lying on the pillow, and he hid the family photo in the pillowcase. Now that he was lying on the pillow, what happened in the past kept flashing before his eyes.

There are good ones and bad ones, there are massacres with blood flowing like rivers, and there are also laughter and laughter. If you close your eyes, you can see the fire engulfing the house, burning all the good and bad together.

The moonlight shines on the bed through the window, stroking people's hair and eyes, both comforting and disturbing.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Ye was awakened by a low whimper. He sat up from the bed and turned his head to look in Rong Zhao's direction.

The sobbing was very soft and soon disappeared, like an illusion heard in a dream.

Zhou Ye knew that this was not an illusion, he got up, walked to Rong Zhao's bedside, and through the ray of moonlight shining in from the window, he saw a tear stain beside Rong Zhao's eyes, which shone coldly in the night and moonlight.

Zhou Ye understood Rong Zhao's character, he was not a person who would shed tears easily, from the time the house was burned last night to this night, his tears had never been shed.

He just didn't like to show it to others, and he gritted his teeth and carried it. He couldn't bear it, so he vented everything in his dream.

Rong Zhao curled up, his whole body huddled under the quilt, as if he was extremely cold.His forehead was sweating, as if he had just been roasted by a fire.

A person is experiencing extreme cold and extreme heat, and this polarization almost tears his body in two.

Zhou Ye sat beside Rong Zhao's bed, held his hand, and helped him stop his trembling body.

When Rong Zhao's breathing calmed down, Zhou Ye got up and was about to go back to his bed, but found that his hand was tightly held by the other party, accompanied by a painful murmur: "Don't leave me."

Grabbed by the opponent's fingers, the nails almost sank into the flesh, Zhou Ye felt his heart was hit hard by a rusty hammer.

He sat down again, looked at Rong Zhao's clean face and a tear streaming down the corner of his eye, and said softly, "I won't leave."

The person in the dream seemed to sense it, his tightly knit brows relaxed, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Rong Zhao is vigilant and sensitive, almost no one can get close to him when he is sleeping.

He set a safe zone around himself, and no one was allowed to step in.I don't know when it started to enclose Zhou Ye in this safe range.

Zhou Ye held Rong Zhao with one hand, as if comforting a baby who would wake up from a nightmare at any time. He looked at Rong Zhao's sleeping face, saw him put down his vigilance and become soft, no matter what. not enough.

Zhou Ye bent down slightly uncontrollably, put his lips on the corners of Rong Zhao's eyes, and gently kissed away the tears.

Rong Zhao's eyelashes moved slightly, turned over and continued to sleep facing the wall.

Turning over, he hugged most of Zhou Ye's arms.

The scar on the fingertip was pressed, Zhou Ye took a breath in pain, but he was reluctant to pull it away. After the pain in his hand passed, he climbed onto the bed gently, sat on the side against the wall, and looked deeply at the scar on his fingertip. people in bed.

Zhou Ye has never liked anyone before, he never knew what it's like to like someone before.

Will like to kiss and hug each other, this is a lover's instinct, there is nothing to deny or avoid.

When he looked at Rong Zhao at this time, he realized that other than the above two, the real liking is that apart from the above two, even if he doesn't do anything, just looking at the other person's sleeping face, his heart seems to be filled, except for this person. Can't let go of others.

Rong Zhao woke up in the middle of the night when the sky was about to dawn, and in a daze, he saw an arm tightly hugged in his arms, and looked up to see Zhou Ye sleeping next to his pillow.

While no one was watching, he quickly let go of Zhou Ye, pretending that he had never taken the initiative to hug him, secretly hid the guilt in his voice, raised his leg and kicked Zhou Ye: "Why did you run away on my bed? .”

Zhou Ye hadn't slept for two days and one night, and he spent the first half of the night on Rong Zhao, so sleepy.

Pressing his thighs on Rong Zhao, his voice sounded sleepy: "Don't make trouble."

The two were so close that Zhou Ye's lips were almost touching Rong Zhao's ears, and his hoarse and sexy voice seemed to be speaking explicit love words.

Rong Zhao moved unnaturally to the side of the bed, ready to get out of Zhou Ye's arms, while being careful not to crush the other's injured fingers.

As soon as Rong Zhao moved half of his butt, Zhou Ye snatched it up.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be pretending to be asleep, it was he who took the initiative to hold the other's arm. Rong Zhao was so angry that he rolled up the quilt on his body and stuffed it into Zhou Ye's arms. get away.

Rong Zhao got off the bed, feeling back pain, as if he had fought with someone all night.

There are two big men with long hands and long feet squeezed into such a single bed, so it's no wonder they aren't tired.

Rong Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, turned his head and looked out the window, the sky had already turned pale, and the sun was hidden under a cloud, revealing a ray of light.

He turned around and took out the pillow that Zhou Ye was sleeping on, and hugged him tightly, embracing the photos hidden in the pillowcase, as if hugging them.

I dreamed about them again last night. It was similar to the previous dreams, but very different.

In the past, he was the one who dragged them and hugged them, crying and urging them not to leave him until his throat became hoarse, but they still walked into the deeper darkness.In yesterday's dream, they reached out to him and held him tightly.

He was extremely happy, whether it was in the dream or at this moment.

Rong Zhao put the pillow on the head of the bed, Zhou Ye who was still asleep grabbed it and put it under his head.

It was only then that Rong Zhao saw that there were some red blood stains on the bed sheet, he frowned and looked at Zhou Ye's fingers, the blood was seeping from Zhou Ye's fingers.

Yesterday, the doctor gave thousands of instructions to prevent the wound from being pressed.

Rong Zhao pushed Zhou Ye: "Get up, you've pressed your wound, get up and disinfect and change the dressing."

Zhou Ye opened his eyes, sat up, and looked down at his hands: "Oh, it's all right."

It was grabbed by Rong Zhao last night, and the blood has already dried up.

After the two washed up one after the other, Rong Zhao took out a medicine box from the cabinet and began to help Zhou Ye change the medicine.

Last night, Zhou Ye, who was grabbed by Rong Zhao and bled without making a sound, cried out in pain at this moment: "It hurts, it hurts, blow it to me."

Rong Zhao wrapped Zhou Ye's last fingertip with gauze, and looked up at him: "You haven't told me how you got this injury."

Zhou Ye replied truthfully: "I found an iron box in the ancestral hall, thinking that the photo you wanted might be in it, and it was burned when I opened it. In the end, the photo was not in it at all, and I snatched it from that person. Arrived."

Rong Zhao silently packed the medicine box at hand, and looked up at Zhou Ye: "Aren't you really curious, what exactly is in the photo?"

The photo shows Rong Zhao when he was a teenager, that youth in white with high spirits and unruly eyes, Zhou Ye: "If you don't want to be known, I don't have to know anything."

He knew that this was the biggest secret in Rong Zhao's heart. Behind this secret was not just a face and an identity. He was waiting for the day when he would tell him personally.

Rong Zhao put the medicine box back into the cabinet, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, glanced at Zhou Ye who was leaning against the door, and said in a low voice, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Zhou Ye walked into the bathroom, stood behind Rong Zhao, and looked at the man in the mirror. The black clothes made his skin whiter, his eyes were dark, his eyelashes were thick and long, and his crimson lips seemed to be covered with water. Like a reddish cherry, glamorous and attractive.

Zhou Ye took half a step forward, his body was almost pressed against Rong Zhao's back, and there was a huge wave surging in his eyes.

"You call me Meng Lang," Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, and gently traced Rong Zhao's ear with gauze-bound fingers, his voice was low and hoarse, "You're right."

Rong Zhao's ears tingled for a while, and he felt Zhou Ye's aura change, which was so low and powerful that he was severely suppressed by the other party.

Rong Zhao turned around pretending not to notice anything, and walked out from Zhou Ye's side.

"Rong Rong," Zhou Ye grabbed Rong Zhao's wrist, "Stop avoiding me, you actually don't feel nothing at all, right?"

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ye: "I'm not sure what I want, I don't want to lie to you, and I don't want to delay you."

For a person like him, being able to die alone is already a special gift from God, so how dare he ask for extravagant emotional matters.

Rong Zhao said in a low voice: "Besides, I'm a straight man, I don't have feelings for men."

"You're not," Zhou Ye pressed Rong Zhao against the bathroom door with his backhand, and looked at the other's lips, his eyes became darker and darker, "Kiss me, and you will find out what you want."

Rong Zhao was pinned down by Zhou Ye and couldn't break free, only to realize that Zhou Ye let him have the chance to fight back. When the other party didn't want him anymore, he could only be pinned down.

"Just try it," the words were a request, but the tone was full of aggressiveness, Zhou Ye looked down at Rong Zhao's lips, slowly lowered his head, and whispered seductively, "You will definitely like it. "

Rong Zhao's body was tightly pressed against the door panel, he raised his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was dry: "If you dare to kiss, I will bite."

To Zhou Ye, this kind of words were completely seductive, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, then you bite, you bite me to death."