atypical dependency

When Xiao Yi came downstairs with a bunch of keys, he saw Wei Zhuoyan squatting on the ground in the living room, standing in the corner of the wall like a mushroom.

Narrowing his eyes in bewilderment, Xiao Yi tightened his grip on the key in his hand, brought the other party's forcibly curled body into view, and stepped over wonderingly, "What are you doing?"

As seriously as studying the divorce agreement back then, Wei Zhuoyan squatted for a long time before slowly standing up. His tall figure was blocked in front of Xiao Yi like a thick wall for a moment. Still in disbelief: "What is this?"

Glancing at the paper in the opponent's hand, Xiao Yi's expression changed slightly.

There seemed to be some luck in Wei Zhuoyan's eyes, he slightly lowered his head to look at the calm and composed Xiao Yi in front of him, hoping that the other party could give him a reasonable explanation.

But not long after standing with the other party under the soft white light of the living room, he suddenly heard the person in front of him say without changing his face and heartbeat: "Oh, I was discovered by you."

Wei Zhuoyan slowly raised his eyebrows.

When this kid narrated this sentence, it was as if he had just had a glass of drink that was neither salty nor light, and it was still a bit pleasant in the chill.

Clenching the paper with his fingertips, Wei Zhuoyan laughed, shook his head in disbelief and said, "The letters I wrote—why are they all here with you?" His brows, which were exaggeratedly propped up, already had distinct wrinkles like water lines, and he asked, "You mean you're the sender?"

"Yes." Xiao Yi didn't intend to play a roundabout way at all, and simply nodded, raised his hand in front of Wei Zhuoyan and shook the bunch of keys he took upstairs, not intending to linger on this topic at all, "Come with me. "After speaking, without waiting for the other party's reaction, Xiao Yi turned around gracefully and walked straight to the stairwell with long legs.

"Hey, wait for me." His gaze sharpened, Wei Zhuoyan smacked his lips dumbfounded, "Aren't you going to explain?"

"What do you want me to explain?" With one hand in his pocket and his back to Wei Zhuoyan leading the way, Xiao Yi had a slight smile on his lips.

"What did you send me those messy things back then?" Wei Zhuoyan rushed to Xiao Yi's side in two steps, and looked sideways at him, "You know that gang of bastards on my team sat up straight every day waiting for you to send them indiscriminately. something."

Xiao Yi glanced at Wei Zhuoyan meaningfully, seeing the rare anger on the other's face because of this little doubt, he couldn't help feeling refreshed.

He paused, looked up at Wei Zhuoyan's serious but helpless face.

Wei Zhuoyan also stopped following his movements, and stared at him solemnly with the dignified expression of an elder asking a junior.

Just staring at Wei Zhuoyan, enjoying the focus of his eyes for a moment, Xiao Yi couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips, and nodded lightly: "You serve the people, as a member of the 'people', I can't thank you Is it?"

Wei Zhuoyan: "..."

"I admit, I really had a whim at the time." Xiao Yi looked at Wei Zhuoyan delicately and carefully, not letting go of every detail of the vivid expression on the other's handsome face, "But the intention is harmless, and I want to thank you all."

To be honest, there are not many opportunities to watch Wei Zhuoyan's face unscrupulously, and Xiao Yi intends not to waste a single minute.

"You——" Wei Zhuoyan didn't know what emotions to put on when the other party explained it like this, "Even if you thank me, you don't need to sign it personally—you can just send it to the bureau and distribute it collectively, and it's over, and you don't need to be anonymous, right?"

oh this.

An imperceptible smile flashed across Xiao Yi's face.

I sent it to you specially because I want you to be happy the most.

As for why anonymous——

Xiao Yi put one hand into his pocket.

——Because he was afraid that he would not be able to help signing "love, Xiao Yi".

"Since it has been mailed—" Xiao Yi quickly took a few letters from Wei Zhuoyan's hand and put them on the cabinet on the outer wall of the stairwell, "If you know the motive, don't ask so many questions." Jian tilted his head, "Follow me first and then talk."

Reluctantly shoved into the stairwell by Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan was silent for a while before he said in frustration: "You saw my letters at the time were super cool." He couldn't help but reach out and poked Xiao Yi's head, Wei Zhuoyan smacked his lips, "You son of a bitch!" .”

Tilting his head, Xiao Yi sighed, stretched his elbow and bumped Wei Zhuoyan back.

To be honest, besides Wei Zhuoyan, there is no other person who dared to touch his head so boldly in his life.

correct.

Wei Zhuoyan is the exclusive number one who dares to call him a "dead boy" so unscrupulously.

Following Xiao Yi down the stairs to the basement, Wei Zhuoyan still felt quite fresh.

But when he was wondering why the other party brought him to such a place, Xiao Yi conveniently hooked his hook on the basement wall and pressed the light switch, and tens of thousands of beams of light came directly in an instant, illuminating the entire huge space brightly.

Wei Zhuoyan stood dumbfounded at the door of the basement, a little unresponsive for a while——

The basement of Xiao Yi's house was a private shooting location, and it was very bright and bright. The two of them walked on the wooden floor, and the sound of their footsteps seemed to echo in the empty space.

As if discovering the New World of America, Wei Zhuoyan opened his lips slightly to look at the surrounding environment before he said hoarsely: "This place—is it all yours?"

Xiao Yi nodded with a smile, a handsome face with sharp edges and corners was so soft in the white light, like the first soft wind in early spring, light but refreshing.

Wei Zhuoyan spent some time looking around, looking at the various long|guns|short|guns on the wall of the basement, he completely calmed down and sighed before walking up to Xiao Yi: "What are you doing with these guns? , no one is checking you?"

"It's not a real gun, the bullets are painted paint." While explaining, Xiao Yi took a paintball gun from the wall and threw it to Wei Zhuoyan, and he took a "bulletproof vest" and a protective mask from the shelf and put it on.

Steadily catching the gun thrown by Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan looked down, not quite understanding what the other party meant.

Xiao Yi opened his arms, and said to Wei Zhuoyan in a muffled voice through the thick protective mask: "Come on."

"...?" Wei Zhuoyan frowned, quite surprised.

"Attack me with your gun." Even through the mask, Xiao Yi's firmness was still very clear.

"No." Wei Zhuoyan shook his arms, pulled the tendon of his neck, and put on a forced smile on his face, "Don't be kidding, this thing is not a joke."

"Don't worry, fire the gun." Xiao Yi stood firm and steady, "I brought you here today just to let you vent."

"Vent?" Wei Zhuoyan's questioning face before gradually faded away, and he was once again shrouded in gloom.

However, the two sides stood in a confrontation for a while, and after he was sure that Xiao Yi was not joking, he finally compromised and began to attack the other party.Before the overwhelming paint battle began, Xiao Yi also threw a protective vest and mask to Wei Zhuoyan, and the two agile and muscular men started a fierce gun battle while looking for cover and attacking quickly in the brightly lit basement. .

Wei Zhuoyan understood what Xiao Yi meant by "venting". Although at first he just wanted to express his kindness to Xiao Yi in response to the occasion, but after a hearty running and shooting, he gradually got into it, and it was a lot of wandering. .

When the battle ended, the two men were covered in paint except for their protective vests.

Wei Zhuoyan's neck was stained with a large piece of orange, and Xiao Yi's arms, hands and shoulders were covered in green.

Although this sport was not as direct as a basketball game, the amount of exercise was quite high. When Xiao Yi and Wei Zhuoyan finished the battle exhausted, both of them simply sat on the floor and smiled at each other.

"You usually vent in this way when you have nothing to do?" Wei Zhuoyan swayed his arms, looking at the painted paint on it, and teased, "This cleaning project is too bad."

Slowly falling back to the floor, Xiao Yi took off the protective mask and looked at the ceiling, his chest heaved and heaved, and his breath was very messy.

Looking at Xiao Yi who was already blushing from exhaustion, Wei Zhuoyan slid along the floor to the other person's side, raised one knee, and slapped him on the shoulder smartly: "Why, are you tired?"

"How are you?" Without turning his head to look at Wei Zhuoyan, Xiao Yi slowly closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, "Are you happy?"

"I want to know that you are going to torment me like this—" Wei Zhuoyan chuckled with a smile, "I really don't have to come today."

"Not coming?" Xiao Yi stretched out his hand to wipe his sweaty face, and said vaguely, "You think I can't help you?"

Looking down at Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan shook his head, stretched out his palm and subconsciously covered Xiao Yi's forehead: "Hold me? Don't think that I can't do it because I'm older than you and stronger."

The temperature of Wei Zhuoyan's palm flowed over Xiao Yi's hot skin like running water. For almost an instant, Xiao Yi's body froze imperceptibly.

Unaware of the change in his expression, Wei Zhuoyan withdrew his hand straight away, habitually wiped the sweat that had slipped to his lips with his palm, and continued to adjust his breath.

Xiao Yi has sat up completely from the ground, staring straight at Wei Zhuoyan.

After the sweat dripping from his face was almost dealt with, Wei Zhuoyan noticed the two scorching gazes that had been poking at him since just now.

Looking at Xiao Yi puzzledly, he frowned slightly.

Wei Zhuoyan's hair was sticky to his forehead due to sweat, and at this moment the old scar on the outer side of the other's brow was clearly exposed. Xiao Yi stared at it intently, feeling a sense of turmoil in his heart like a rising tide .

Wei Zhuoyan's inquiring gaze paused for a while on Xiao Yi's face, then drifted down unconsciously, but not long after he moved, he fixed his eyebrows on Xiao Yi's chest.

A few seconds later, before Xiao Yi looked down to see what had attracted Wei Zhuoyan's attention, the sweaty man had come over, stretched out his hand to peel off his rather messy skirt, stared at the horrific wound on his chest and squinted. Eye.

Sitting quietly, letting his bare|naked chest be exposed in front of Wei Zhuoyan, Xiao Yi was speechless for a moment.

The other party's body odor mixed with sweat smelled into his nostrils, and his thoughts inevitably drifted to some kind of scene where he could also smell this smell after strenuous exercise...

As if looking at a rare and ancient relic in a museum, Wei Zhuoyan stared at it for a long time before remembering to ask: "You hurt—"

Following Wei Zhuoyan's fiery gaze, Xiao Yi remained motionless, stretched all the muscles he could control, and did not speak with his eyelids drooping.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Wei Zhuoyan's serious voice on the other side, he could almost be sure that if the other party got closer, he might become a beast and push the other party to the ground recklessly.

Please.

It's okay for him to endure so hard, but the person in front of him is still trying to lift his clothes with the face of a naive and curious baby.

Xiao Yi suddenly felt that he should receive some kind of medal for his willpower.

Putting on a calm face to himself and controlling the behavior of not putting up a tent somewhere under him is no longer within the scope of Xiao Yi's own logical analysis. He just tried to shift his attention to Wei Zhuoyan's problem, controlled his breath, and concealed the turmoil. Restlessness in every vein.