The General's Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed

"No," Shen Zhifan couldn't help laughing, "It's quite fun."

Yan Shuo: "..."

The General recalled the incident of getting drunk last night, recalling the image that he might never be able to recover, feeling a little melancholy.

Seeing that the other side was silent, Shen Zhifan felt much lighter inexplicably.

"That's right—"

"I--"

The two of them spoke at the same time, and then fell into an awkward silence at the same time, Yan Shuo chuckled lightly.

"You talk first."

"Actually, I have nothing to say." Shen Zhifan walked into the house and poured himself a glass of water while answering the phone. His mouth was a little dry from just now, "You should talk first."

"Hmm... that's fine, I just want to ask," Yan Shuo couldn't help but cleared his throat again. He held a goblet in his hand, which contained pale golden liquid, but he didn't drink it, just kept silent. Watching quietly, "What did I do to you last night?"

Shen Zhifan didn't pay attention, and more than half of the water was sprayed with a "poof".

Yan Shuo didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so strong, and he choked up his next words.

"I...that, you," Shen Zhifan was a little incoherent, and he couldn't help blushing when he remembered what happened yesterday, and finally he could only say dryly, "You are so direct."

Yan Shuo's heart skipped a beat, and he was afraid of scaring the other party: "Then I won't ask."

"...it's okay," Shen Zhifan said in a low voice, "it's actually nothing, just...a kiss."

Just a kiss.

Yan Shuo's mood was cheered up by the other party's voice and tone, and even the irritability of coming back for the family banquet subsided by two points.

"Yan Shuo, why haven't you come out yet?"

Canary chirped at him again, and he got annoyed, so he locked the door from the inside.

Very good, it's done.

"Your voice seems to be much lower." Shen Zhifan asked suspiciously, "The family banquet should be very lively, right?"

"It's okay," Yan Shuo put down his wine glass, and lit a cigarette for himself from a drawer at home, "I don't have a good relationship with them."

Shen Zhifan was a little startled when he heard this suddenly.

"Today is the official holiday of the Emperor Planet. At the end of the year, most of us will be together." Yan Shuo was afraid of poking Shen Zhifan's heart, so he continued, "But it is also a holiday of the Emperor Planet. Probably not."

"...Ah, so that's how it is." Shen Zhifan opened the curtains, looked at the bright fireworks outside, and the firelight illuminated his upturned face, "We used to celebrate the New Year too, but..."

However, Shen Zhifan was stunned suddenly.

But the day is not today, and it is difficult for the family to have a happy reunion.

Even Shen Zhirou wasn't at home, so he looked inside, but couldn't find it, he probably went out to play.

Yan Shuo was silent for a while, and there was no way to avoid bringing up this topic.

"The complexity."

Shen Zhifan suddenly heard the other party calling him, his heart trembled, and the melancholy just now was slowly suppressed by his heartbeat.

"Don't be sad, I'm with you."

His eyelashes fluttered twice, his mood eased by two points, but he was still two points depressed: "I... I don't remember, actually, so it may be better, but life and death, I only thought about it in the past, but I didn't think about it." It will be so sudden."

He spoke so nonchalantly that it sounded like he was drunk, but Yan Shuo understood.

Whether it is life or death, it is eternal and heavy as a mountain.

"But it doesn't matter." Shen Zhifan took a deep breath, "After all, these things are in the past, people... have to look forward."

Yan Shuo let out a breath, the fireworks outside were scorching.But the light on his face was cold.

He wanted to hug each other, but it was a bit difficult.

He is now in the middle of the Emperor Planet, while Shen Zhifan is in the south of the Emperor Planet, they are far away.

"In your eyes," Yan Shuo asked slowly, "what kind of person am I?"

"...Huh?" Shen Zhifan was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized, "You are very good, you were already very good when I was young, I, I will always remember that time..."

"Zhifan," Yan Shuo said with a wry smile, "Stop calling 'you' 'you' 'you' again, okay?"

Shen Zhifan's face burned again: "I don't know how to call it."

"What you said just now," Yan Shuo paused, "made me feel so old, as if I was abducting a little boy."

Shen Zhifan couldn't even drink water smoothly, so he simply put down the glass.

"No, no, you are very young."

Shen Zhifan explained with some helplessness, and by the way broke his fingers and began to count: "When you were 21 years old, I was 16 years old, and we were only five years old, five years old, five years old, my neighbor's My aunt is ten years younger than her husband, but they are still very affectionate, um...yes."

Yan Shuo couldn't help laughing again. He imagined the young man's blushing cheeks and childish eyes, and couldn't help teasing, "Well, yes, it's my husband anyway."

Shen Zhifan didn't react at first, but when he did, his fingers started shaking.

He couldn't help squatting down again, it was Shen Zhifan's characteristic that he liked to squat down when he was nervous.

"Stop making fun of me." He resentfully said a little shyly.

"I'm not willing to make fun of you." The other party answered politely.

"..."

Shen Zhifan was defeated, turning red like a pomegranate, and couldn't help throwing himself on the sofa, and started rolling around.

"What are you doing?" Yan Shuo heard a strange voice on the other side.

Shen Zhifan hesitated for a moment, but was still honest with the male god: "Get off the sofa."

Yan Shuo's voice suddenly sank: "Who are you on the sofa with?"

Shen Zhifan was taken aback again, Yan Shuo's deep voice was scary, but with the sharpness of a blade, he had the ability to stop a child from crying at night: "Just roll the sofa by yourself."

Yan Shuo couldn't help laughing, and his tone was almost out of control: "Really?"

"Really." Shen Zhifan replied solemnly, "I'm alone."

"Then next time," Yan Shuo's throat tightened, "do you want to try to be with me?"

Shen Zhifan didn't realize it again. After all, the image of a male god is always too tall and deep. When he realized it, he couldn't help but yelled out helplessly: "You, you are so embarrassing."

Yan Shuo almost laughed out loud.

"I have always," Shen Zhifan was teased until he had to split a sentence into two, "I thought you were a very upright role model in life."

Yan Shuo was still amused by him: "Well, am I not?"

"A role model in life doesn't casually tease others." Shen Zhifan embraced the pillow, imagining that Yan Shuo was this pillow, poking at it with a blushing face.

"I didn't flirt with others casually," Yan Shuo seemed to be explaining to him seriously, "You are not someone else."

Shen Zhifan continued to blush and was speechless.

"Okay," Yan Shuo looked down at the time, "I won't tease you anymore, go to bed early, baby."

Just as Shen Zhifan was about to respond, he was so frightened by the last address that he almost dropped his phone.

"Don't yell casually."

Shen Zhifan said resentfully.

"Why are you barking?" Yan Shuo raised his eyebrows, "Is that so, baby, baby, baby?"

Shen Zhifan: "..."

For the first time, Shen Zhifan discovered that the role model male god actually had such a side.

"You are different from what I imagined." Shen Zhifan pretended to be very angry, "Give me back my male god, please?"

There was still an unstoppable smile on the corner of Yan Shuo's mouth: "Honey, you must have misunderstood the male god."

"But it's okay, I can let you know more about it next time on the sofa."

Shen Zhifan was still lying on the sofa, but now he could hardly look directly at the sofa after what he said.

"I'm going to sleep." Shen Zhifan interrupted the other party with a blushing face, very serious, "I hope that your ideological realm can be further sublimated during this period."

"No," Yan Shuo felt that he was completely shameless and began to play a rascal, "I hope that the physical distance with you can be further sublimated."

...Shen Zhifan was shocked.

"Goodbye!" He wanted to hang up the phone shyly, but he couldn't press his fingers, and he was still reluctant.

The other party seemed to see his reluctance, so he finally got a little more serious.

"Good night."

"...Yes." Shen Zhifan replied softly.

"Oh right," Yan Shuo suddenly remembered something, "Almost forgot the most important thing."

Shen Zhifan was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

"Well, that's what I said at the beginning," Yan Shuo said slowly, his voice like the ripples of rain falling in an ancient well, "I did something to you last night, I hope you know, those—"

Shen Zhifan thought he wanted to apologize, so he quickly said: "It's okay, actually I..."

"It's what I've always wanted to do to you."

Shen Zhifan: "..."

Hey, really shameless overnight.

Shen Zhifan could only blush, and he didn't even have the energy to speak: "All right, all right, as long as you're happy."

Yan Shuo couldn't help but lift his chin, imagining the embarrassed look of the young man opposite him: "You are so cute, baby."

"Just wait," Shen Zhifan blushed, "I have a lot of things I've always wanted to do to you!"

Yan Shuo finally laughed out loud and couldn't stop for a while.

Hearing the other party's laughter, Shen Zhifan suddenly realized what he said just now, but he couldn't take it back, so he could only bite the bullet and continue listening.

"Okay, I'll wait." Yan Shuo finally drank the pale golden liquid in the cup, "I'm waiting for you to do to me what I've always wanted to do,"

Shen Zhifan felt that he was probably shameless: "Aren't you going...Aren't you going to confess, are you so irresponsible?"

"I don't intend to," the general said cleanly and honestly, "I would rather be responsible to you on the sofa."