clock trap

"Yu Sen!" Si Xuanyang violently supported his body, his expression seemed to be cracked, revealing the core of panic, his fingers trembling slightly.

Feeling the strange stabbing pains in his stomach, Yu Sen's face was also terribly gloomy. He opened his mouth unconsciously, trying to say something comforting, but when he uttered, he moaned uncontrollably, and a big smile appeared before his eyes. The area is pitch black.

"Help him in and lie down for a while!" Si Nan said anxiously.

"Don't!" Yu Sen gripped Si Xuanyang's clothes tightly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, "...Don't go in for now, the smell of wine is too, too strong... Smell, Nausea..."

"Okay, stop talking." Si Xuanyang stood by the door with his arms around him, and signaled to Si Nan and the others: "Go and see if there are any other rooms with a better smell, regardless of size or location."

"Eh!"

Yu Sen leaned against the wall and leaned his head on Si Xuanyang's shoulder, patiently waiting for the pain to subside, or to say, waiting for the stomachache to get used to it like the last time he got used to the dizziness.

Si Xuanyang's waist was tightly clasped by Si Xuanyang's arm, and the people around him did not speak, but Yu Sen could feel his tense body and emotions, as well as his restless heart, and said in a low hoarse voice: "Don't Don’t worry, it’s just an ordinary stomachache, it’ll be fine soon.”

There was no sound around me, and after a long pause, I heard Si Xuanyang speak slowly: "You only tell me not to worry when you are really uncomfortable."

Because I don't even have the strength to act coquettishly and tease others.

Yu Sen smiled wryly, this person must have been persecuted and deceived to become addicted, he came to coax him when he pretended to be in pain and fainted, but when he really told him not to worry, he didn't believe it anymore.

After the moment of severe pain passed, it slowly eased. He rubbed Si Xuanyang's shoulder weakly, and said softly: "Then what can I do? There is no medical condition here, or you can help me Knead?"

Si Xuanyang didn't speak, Yu Sen thought he knew he was joking, but he actually embraced Yu Sen in this posture, touched the palms of his two hands, rubbed them hard a few times, and then gently Stuck into the hem of Yu Sen's clothes.

"!!!"

It doesn't look like a serious picture!

The slightly hot palm covered the delicate flesh outside the intestines and stomach, Yu Sen suddenly shivered, and buried his face tighter in Si Xuanyang's neck, his lips touched the clear and distinct collarbone, and his body did not dodge.

Because it's really comfortable.

I don't know if it's because of psychological reasons or if kneading is really helpful, the pain gradually dissipated in the heat of the palm and the trembling across the fingertips, slowly rising a sense of shame, Yu Sen's fingertips trembled slightly, With bad intentions, he opened his mouth and bit down on Si Xuanyang's collarbone.

"hiss--!"

The movement of the palm of the stomach stopped suddenly, and Si Xuanyang did not lose. He tilted his head and took a bite of Yu Sen's ear: "If you have strength, you start biting people, right? A heartless thing..."

The hot and humid numbness on the ear brought an electric current, numb all the way to the soles of the feet, Yu Sen pushed him away, staggered two steps to the side suddenly, his waist and abdomen were separated from the hot palm, but his face seemed to be burnt slightly red, his eyes stared Looking at him: "Yes, Yangyang, I have learned how to flirt at such a young age!"

Si Xuanyang held his arm calmly, twirled his fingertips as if aftertaste, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore..." Yu Sen waved his hand quickly, with 1 regrets in his heart—where did Si Xuanyang learn the attitude of a veteran in love?Could it be that I learned from him?

Isn't that the disciples of the church starving the master to death?His experimental subject is himself!

Stealing the chicken is not a loss, and the scene of rice is added again!

Looking at his still pale face, Si Xuanyang pursed his lips in heartburn, and shouted impatiently at Si Nan: "Did you find it?"

"This one, come here!" Si Nan waved at them.

In order for each box to have a clear view of the stage below, the circular corridor was built very narrow, just enough for two people to pass side by side.

When Yu Sen was supported by Si Xuanyang, people similar to them were already living in some boxes without curtains, and they cast inquiring gazes at them through the glass windows.

The room I found this time is slightly smaller, and the small bed can accommodate two adults. It takes a lot of effort to turn over, but the pungent smell of alcohol is gone. Si Xuanyang looked around and nodded: "Okay, Just here."

"Okay, let's live next door, we'll talk at dawn." Si Nan stroked Yu Sen's hair: "Take care of your health."

"I know my son," Yu Sen lazily raised his eyelids, "When my son grows up, he starts to care about his father."

"Fuck you uncle!"

......

There is no food that can be eaten in the box, and there are only a few bottles of whiskey and red wine neatly placed for the guests in the box to have fun. Yu Sen even has the urge to look at the bottle and think about the smell, and even more so. Forget about drinking.

After falling asleep, the bed was narrow, and Si Xuanyang put his arms across Yu Sen's waist sideways, leaving him more space.

But Yu Sen wanted Si Xuanyang to have a good night's sleep, so he didn't turn over much, and his delicate stomach began to ache again in the middle of the night, not sharp, but continuous, slowly torturing him like a blunt knife cutting flesh, Yu Sen was so dazed, his consciousness was chaotic, and he even breathed lightly.

But it was really uncomfortable to lie motionless like this. Half dreaming and half awake, he remembered that when he used to have stomach pains, he would squat for a while and then he would be fine, so he gently removed the arms around his waist and slowly sat up.

With half-closed eyes, he bent his legs and moved off the bed, and was about to stick his feet into the shoes following his habitual consciousness, when suddenly there was a severe and sharp pain in his stomach, like a blunt knife suddenly turned into a military stab, Poke straight into the stomach.

"Well--!"

Yu Sen couldn't help moaning, curled up in pain, lifted his feet up, buried his head deeply, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

His fingers covering his stomach were almost convulsed, his eyes widened unconsciously, his eyelashes were even wet with sweat, his vision was blurred, gradually adapting to the night light, Yu Sen's eyes suddenly froze.

——Less than half a meter away from the soles of his feet, there was a pair of bright red shoes.

They are not the shoes he is used to wearing, nor are they ordinary shoes. They are more like dancing shoes. Although they look like women's shoes, they are 'intimately' made to fit the size of his feet. The material is very docile. , It seems that it can be worn smoothly as soon as the foot is stretched in.

The red dancing shoes were quietly placed beside his bed, exquisitely crafted, but brought a chill up Yu Sen's back.

His eyebrows twitched, thinking of the sentence on the note, he quickly retracted his feet as if he had seen a ghost, his heart beat like a drum after he was almost hit.

The movement of lying down on the bed again became a little louder, waking up Si Xuanyang, and murmured, he reached out and hugged him again: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

He stretched out his hand but touched the wet sweat in his palm, and woke up suddenly. Si Xuanyang propped up his body and approached him: "Why are you sweating so much? Does your stomach hurt?"

Yu Sen's expression was dazed: "Go to sleep, now the stomach pain is my brother, it can save my life, this time I decided to sacrifice it, and live and die with it, it hurts, it's no big deal !"

Si Xuanyang touched his forehead to test the temperature, with a solemn expression, thinking that the man must have suffered from pain, and his speech was incoherent.

His forehead was wet with cold sweat, and Si Xuanyang whispered: "I'll get you a handkerchief to wipe it off."

As he spoke, he wanted to get out of bed.

Yu Sen was still in a daze, but when Si Xuanyang turned over and quickly got down, he suddenly reacted, stood up suddenly and pressed Si Xuanyang down, pressing him down with all his strength.

The action was too intense, and his hypocritical stomach throbbed uncontrollably, and he lowered his head and let out a muffled snort.

"What are you doing!" Si Xuanyang growled, stretched out his hand to protect his stomach, and frowned, "What are you messing about? It doesn't hurt enough, does it?"

"Brother, I'm saving your life." Enduring the pain, Yu Sen slapped Si Xuanyang on the side of his face, turned his head and glanced at Si Xuanyang's bed, and sure enough there was a pair of red dancing shoes.

And that side of him was gone.

"It's so vicious, I hope Si Nan and the others are as vigilant as my brother and I." Yu Sen murmured.

"What?" Si Xuanyang didn't know why.

Yu Sen pressed on him, too lazy to move his position, tilted his head to the ground, and whispered: "Look, the crystal slipper is here to find you, my Cinderella."

Si Xuanyang: "..."

Which eye can see that it is crystal?

"It's impossible to guard against it if you're sleepy and confused. What will happen if you accidentally put it on?"

Yu Sen blinked innocently: "Why don't you try?"

Si Xuanyang was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, I can't bear to..."

The smile on Yu Sen's face hadn't fully bloomed when he heard the second part of the sentence: "If something happens to me, you will become a widow."

His expression was as serious as signing a contract in a conference room, and he tried his best to suppress Si Xuanyang: "Be clear, is it a widow or a widower?"

Si Xuanyang: "..." Is this the fucking point?

......

Because of fear and unconsciousness, he got into the cover of the red dancing shoes, coupled with the torment of irregular stomach pain, Yu Sen didn't sleep too well after that, and he fell asleep exhaustedly against Si Xuanyang's neck until the morning about an hour.

The sound insulation effect of the box was not very good, and the gradually louder noise from outside woke him up.

When I woke up, I felt empty and uncomfortable in my stomach, and I kept pantothenic acid.

"I want to eat..." He tugged at his hair irritably.

"Let's get up then," Si Xuanyang rubbed Yu Sen's face, feeling quite good in the hand, as soft and smooth as tofu. Zhang gestured to me, saying that someone had an accident outside."

"...It's probably because of those red shoes."