love letter to summer

The sunlight at seven o'clock in the morning is shallow and faint, like the light under Monet's brush, still carrying the breath of dew, floating lazily in the kitchen.

The kitchen is like a fish tank filled with transparent water waves.

Xia Tang turned on the faucet.

"Whoa-"

The cool and refreshing water is like a small fish breaking free from its shackles, swinging out with its tail and hitting the person's hand.

The water spray scattered, like flying beads and broken jade.

"First rub your palms together as usual to clean your palms." Xia Tang held Ye Ji's hand and asked him to clasp his palms together, then rubbed it five times, and foam slowly rose from his palms.

"Then clean the back of your hand." He pulled Ye Ji's left hand onto the back of his right hand, rubbed it five times, and then switched movements with his left and right hands.

Xia Tang smiled and said in the tone of talking to a child: "Now it's the turn of the fingers~"

His right hand gently clasped Ye Ji's left hand, and his fingers penetrated into the opponent's fingers, moving up and down slowly.

Every part of the hand was attached to Xia Tang's, and Ye Ji suddenly felt a very strange feeling.

Warm, cozy, and a little...

pornography.

Xia Tang rubbed Ye Ji's fingertips, then slowly slid her hand down, like a pole dancer sliding down the pole.

Fingertips, fingers, between fingers, palm.

Going down bit by bit, the fluffy foam is crowded and twisted between their palms, and the skin is pressed together through the foam.

"Then interlock your fingers, turn them around, and clean the backs of your fingers."

"Then the thumb."

Slow, gentle and careful touch.

The sun shines on their interlocking hands, and the white foam is light and smooth, colorful like a rainbow in the sun.

A numb feeling spread from the palms of the hands, the bare hands were like their naked bodies.

Ye Ji's scalp began to tingle.

Xia Tang suddenly turned on the faucet.

The icy cold water suddenly poured out, bursting the foam, and mercilessly squeezed into his and Xia Tang's palms, instantly extinguishing Ye Ji's small thoughts.

With less foam, the touch of Xia Tang's hand became more real and clear.

His skin, his bones, his temperature... Ye Ji's fingers entangled with him, greedily feeling all of them.He felt the fiery temperature from Xia Tang's hand, but then the temperature was replaced by the coldness of the flowing water. The next moment, the water flowed away and the temperature returned.

Coldness and heat collided together, alternating over and over again.

Ye Ji pulled his hand out of the water.

He stroked Xia Tang's face with his hand.

Xia Tang looked at him.

The water flowed down Ye Ji's hand and kissed Xia Tang's cheek, it was wet and wet Xia Tang's face.

There seemed to be an invisible string rippling in the air, the sunlight flooded the room, Ye Ji's heart was beating fast, the water flowed down Xia Tang's cheeks, and licked his neck.

Ye Ji couldn't help lowering his head, using the tip of his tongue to sweep away those water droplets that were trying to take advantage.

The sun was like an undercurrent, trembling unbearably.

"Hmm..." Xia Tang's Adam's apple trembled, and his voice was like a kitten meowing.

For a moment, as if claws were scratching at Ye Ji's heart, the sunlight turned into powder of poppies, and like brandy exuding a strong aroma of wine, it made people flustered and dazzled.

Ye Ji stroked Xia Tang's lips, watching him raise his head slightly, eyes half-opened.

The air is so ambiguous and charming.

Ye Ji's breathing became slow and heavy. The navigator, who was bewitched by the sea monster Lorelai, looked at Xia Tang fascinated.

"Xiaotang." Ye Ji squeezed out a voice from the depth of his throat.

His fingers caressed Xia Tang's lips, and the water on his fingers moistened the lips.

The sun melts into water, which is so clear and bright that it makes people's heart beat.

The distance between them was getting closer, Ye Ji tilted his head slightly, making their posture more suitable for kissing.

Dust floated slowly in the air.

"Brother, where are you?"

The water turned into sunlight faded away suddenly, and the golden light became dazzling again, piercing Xia Tang's eyes. Xia Tang was startled suddenly, as if waking up from a dream. He looked at Ye Ji with a very complicated look in his eyes, and then, He took a step back and opened the distance between him and Ye Ji.

Ye Ji wanted to reach out and pull him.

Xia Qing's figure appeared outside the kitchen.

She looked at Ye Ji and said happily, "Brother Ye, good morning~"

Ye Ji turned his head and nodded to her.

Xia Qing said to Xia Tang again: "Brother, why are you here? I'm looking for you everywhere." She pouted her lips to express her dissatisfaction as she spoke, it was no different from usual, it seemed that he didn't know what happened in the kitchen just now thing.

Xia Tang turned to look at her, and said, "Xiaoqing, are you up?" Ye Ji looked at his profile, the corners of his mouth were curled up, as if he was smiling.

"Yes." Xia Qing complained, "I'm so hungry, haven't you guys made breakfast yet?"

Xia Tang said: "I just came back from a run and I'm about to die of exhaustion, can you let me catch my breath first?"

"Okay, okay, just let you rest for a while." Xia Qing poured a glass of water, took a sip, and said, "I'll go back to my room to play with the computer, and call me when I'm done."

Xia Tang: "Go, go."

Xia Qing left with a water glass.

Ye Ji opened his mouth: "Little..."

"Hurry up and make breakfast, Xiaoqing is hungry." Xia Tang cut off his words, turned around, opened the refrigerator door and rummaged through the ingredients, without looking at Ye Ji from the beginning to the end.

Ye Ji looked at him silently.

Xia Tang took out a bunch of things from the refrigerator and put them on the cooking table.

Ye Ji's eyes followed his movements.

Xia Tang put down the ingredients, remained silent for a short second, turned his head, looked into Ye Ji's eyes, and said with a smile, "Would you like to try making Japanese-style bento? The themed coffee meeting held by our club will make this. I just made it a few days ago. I learned it from the master chef."

Ye Ji didn't answer.

Xia Tang looked at him quietly.

His gaze was calm, as if everything just now was just Ye Ji's illusion.

Ye Ji frowned.

If he and Xia Tang were really lovers, what would happen just now, would they really kiss?Even if Xia Qing shows up, or even Xia Tang's parents show up, can they continue with everything generously?

This thought swept over Ye Ji like a sea wave.

A sense of loss and sadness permeated him, enveloping him.