Xiaoman

As soon as these words came out, the room fell completely silent.

The hinge of the window was "creaked" by the wind.

Xiaoguo raised his bald head in the corner and licked his fur.

In the living room next door across the wall, the TV shouted loudly, "Hua An! You still say you don't know martial arts!"

Xia Liang stretched out his long legs and sat on the armrest of the sofa to watch him. He held the soft frosted handle of the hair dryer in his palm and turned it around.

Done

Liu Xiaoman looked at Xia Liang, but only looked - his thinking ability was completely blown away when he spoke, only these two words were left spinning in his brain, but they diverged strangely and quickly.

Many things are not like math problems. "Curiosity" and "getting the answer" do not necessarily have to be equated.

Once certain things are established, not only is there no benefit to him, but it will quickly expand to a state where people don't know what to do.

It's fine if Xia Liang denies it, but if he admits it, what should he say?

Sorry, I didn't mean to check out your favorite videos.

I didn't mean to pry into your privacy.

I don't know why I asked, can you pretend that I didn't say anything, we still get along as naturally as before.

Liu Xiaoman felt his heartbeat, it was too fast, fast and loud, it was like thunder in the extremely quiet atmosphere, he doubted that Xia Liang could even hear it.

"I..." He opened his mouth in a panic, wanting to say something to make amends.

"Yes." As a result, Xia Liang spoke before him.

Immediately, Liu Xiaoman couldn't hold back a word.

"I like boys more," Xia Liang looked at him, "so you touch me."

His expression is indescribably ordinary, so ordinary that it is close to saying "Yeah, I don't have a pen, so do you have one?" The indescribable point lies in his eyes.

Unlike usual jokes, Liu Xiaoman saw a distinct distance in his eyes.

He remembered what Xia Liang said to him when he was taking out the trash that day - "Say what you don't like, and don't hide. If you tell me, I will definitely not recruit you again."

Yes, I like boys, if you can't accept it, then keep your distance.

This made him feel more at a loss than hearing Xia Liang admit it.

"They," Liu Xiaoman pointed out confusedly, his voice subconsciously lowered, "Do you all know?"

Xia Liang looked at him delicately for a while, then suddenly turned his head and smiled, and sighed helplessly.

He put down the hair dryer and stood up, grabbed the clothes at the head of the bed and stood in front of Liu Xiaoman, and lifted the wet clothes up by his collar.

Liu Xiaoman instinctively wanted to hide, but when he thought about the "distance", he forced his eyelids to flutter and didn't dare to move. His ears were already burning hot, so he raised his arms in a co-ordinated manner in a daze.

"Are you listening to their nonsense, so you think I'm gay?" He heard Xia Liang ask him.

No.

Liu Xiaoman answered in his heart, and the contents of the video that day began to float in his mind again.

After hesitating for a while, he decided that since he had reached this point, he should simply admit it.

"I saw the URL of your mobile phone collection." He whispered, feeling ashamed and embarrassed at the same time, with a sense of guilt for flipping through other people's diaries without permission.

"Ah." Xia Liang thought about it, laughed, and deliberately moved closer to him and asked, "Click to read?"

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him, blushed and said nothing, reaching out to grab the clothes in Xia Liang's hand.

Xia Liang threw the pulled wet clothes on the sofa, did not immediately stretch out the clean clothes to cover him, but first glanced at Liu Xiaoman's exposed upper body.

Liu Xiaoman's shoulders are actually very good-looking, straight and flat, the two clavicle sockets are sunken inwards, and the lines are very smooth, if the place where the left shoulder joins the arm has not been cut off suddenly.

Although he didn't pay much attention to it, and wasn't very curious, when this body was really presented in front of him without any concealment, and he saw it, he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

The normal person's body has been seen too much, and the missing limbs bring him a very strange visual effect.

Thin, pale, slender, fragile.

Xia Liang couldn't imagine how it would feel if there was nothing under his left shoulder.

"...Does it hurt?" He raised his hand and touched Liu Xiaoman's shoulder.

The dry fingertips rubbed against the warm skin, bringing a "hissing" feeling to the touch.

Liu Xiaoman shrank suddenly, his whole shoulders and neck tensed up, he covered his stump, and shook his head blushing.

It's okay if he doesn't hide, but when he hides, Xia Liang's heart suddenly itch.

Such a Liu Xiaoman, if someone held his only hand against the wall, he might not even be able to resist, and could only tremble in vain.

A gust of cool wind with thick rain swayed in from outside the window, pushing against the vest, and the close distance and interlaced breathing of the two of them made them too hot.

Silently, Liu Xiaoman wanted to take the clothes from his hand again, and breathed heavily on Xia Liang's shoulders, and he took a shallow breath.

Things like logic and rationality, in this unreasonable rainy day, were all swayed and volatilized in the dim room.

Xia Liang took a step forward and stuck Liu Xiaoman between the corner of the wall and his chest.

"Talk," he stretched out his hand when Liu Xiaoman's back was about to touch the wall, covered his thin shoulder blades with his palm, shook it, and returned to the previous topic, "What did you see?"

Liu Xiaoman's back and lumbar spine went numb, he shivered violently, and almost jumped out of Xia Liang's hand, what he wanted to say turned into a panicked breath, which leaked out from his mouth and nose .

"No..." He didn't know whether to push Xia Liang's shoulder first, or to break Xia Liang's palm on his back with his backhand.

The never-before-seen touch brought great shame. Thinking that Xia Liang was "playing hooligans" on him, he felt that what happened in front of him merged with the scene in the video that night. His temples were burning, so hot that he was dizzy and at a loss.

"...There are people outside..." He said something in a mess.

Although he knew that Liu Xiaoman was panicking, but this sentence came out at this time, and it had no effect except to make people think wrong.

Xia Liang cursed in his heart, threw his clothes on the ground, pressed Liu Xiaoman's back in front of him again, tilted his head and grabbed his earlobe.

He gnawed twice with his teeth, arched the tip of his nose, buried it behind his ears, and kissed forcefully along the side of Liu Xiaoman's neck, bit his thin trapezius muscle with the last bite, and rubbed his palm vigorously on his vest. twice.

"Liu Xiaoman." After a while, Xia Liang loosened his trapezius muscles, and called him hoarsely against his Adam's apple, suppressing the breath that could be breathed in adolescence.

Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to speak anymore, his lips, tongue and breath were hot in his shoulder sockets, he opened his eyes and stared at where he was panting, his knees were weak, and his heart was beating wildly.

He still couldn't help thinking that Luo Hao and the others were behind a wall.

"...This is homosexuality." Xia Liang bit his trembling Adam's apple.