Dressed as a sick beauty

At midnight, the bustling city completely fell into silence, and the flower buildings hung with various lanterns, the music faded away, and fell into silence.

Wen Qiushi woke up from the hazy and messy picture, his long eyelashes lifted slightly, and he opened? Eyes like autumn water, which have not yet been digested? With a little awakened memory, his eyes fell on the familiar figure beside the bed.

Not long before he woke up, Gu Moze followed the soul bell and raised his hand to lift the red curtain.

A young man in a robe sleeping peacefully on the bed, with disheveled black hair spilled between the pillow and quilt, shoes and socks randomly placed on the ground, snow-white bare feet stepping on the soft quilt.

I don't know what he dreamed of, his forehead was soaked with thin sweat, his slender long fingers curled up, clutching the corners of his sleeves uneasily, his round and neat nails were white.

Gu Moze lifted the red gauze with one hand, maintained his movement, and watched for a long time, until his eyes fell on the slightly trembling eyelashes, and the sleeping person woke up.

A gauze curtain was hung from silver hooks, and candle light came in.

Wen Qiushi's dazed expression receded, remembering that he was hiding here for? Ambush, fell asleep for some reason, didn't see or hear anything?, and was exposed when he woke up.

"... Coincidentally."

Wen Qiushi tried to cover up the fact of stalking, although no one believed this "clever word".

Fortunately, Gu Moze didn't intend to get entangled in this matter. He made a soft "huh" sound, leaned down slightly, and stretched out his slender hands towards the figure on the bed.

His fingers brushed against Wen Qiushi's waist, and landed on the quilt when the other party hurriedly dodged.

Gu Moze lowered his eyes: "What is Master hiding?"

Wen Qiushi had residual vigilance on his face, the moment Gu Moze stretched out his hand, he immediately retreated to the inside of the bed, trying to avoid being touched.

Knowing that Gu Moze might have admiration for him like a Taoist couple, Wen Qiushi naturally wouldn't be as indifferent to physical contact as usual.

After subconsciously dodging, he came back to his senses and found that Gu Moze wanted to get the quilt.

Wen Qiushi swished and sat up, the hem of his clothes covered his bare feet, his hands naturally hung on his knees, "I didn't hide, I just got up."

Gu Moze had a panoramic view of his every move, his fingers embedded in the quilt that carried the warmth of a young man.

In the past, even if the slender waist was tightened, the uncle couldn't struggle? So he just let him play? Now it's just a tentative touch. Wen Qiushi is like a vigilant little hedgehog. with him.

Gu Moze's fingertips tightened slightly, and he didn't know what it was like.

"What Uncle Master said during the day is correct, did I misunderstand?" Gu Moze's deep voice sounded from the room, and he said unhurriedly, "I really didn't understand what it means to like Taoist companions, but fortunately Uncle Master reminded me , I have come here tonight to feel something."

"really?"

Wen Qiushi originally thought that Hualou's actions were useless, and was about to make another plan, when he heard the phrase 'something', he showed a surprised expression.

"You? Do you really understand?"

Gu Moze looked at him with dark eyes and nodded.

Wen Qiushi was too sure that Gu Moze just confused the concept, he had no admiration for him, and he didn't even ask Gu Moze what kind of feelings he had for himself after he understood everything. He was already jumping for joy, tense Nerves loose.

"I just said, try again."

Wen Qiushi held the hand of the person next to the bed, and pulled it down. When Gu Moze leaned closer, he took the initiative to lean towards his cheek, and met the black eyes that were close at hand, just like before. Rundan's lips moved.

"How about it, don't want to kiss."

Wen Qiushi paid all his attention to the expression on Gu Moze's face and the movement of his thin lips. He didn't notice at all that there was a lot of hands behind his waist. When his red lips were slightly parted, the young man's slender and powerful hands? Robe, strength and warmth fell on his slender waist, pulling his whole body into his arms.

"I don't want to." The other party said.

Wen Qiushi's last worry dissipated, and he was completely relieved. Just when he was about to realize it, he let go of the hand on his lower back in time, and instead fell on his waist as if he was worried that he would fall.

"It's getting late, let's sleep here tonight."

The stone hanging from his heart fell to the ground, Wen Qiushi glanced at the night outside the window, and felt sleepy again.

The bed was covered with several layers of soft quilts, so it was very comfortable to sleep on? He raised his hand to the tie of his coat, pulled it open, and took it off, ready to have a good night's sleep.

In the blink of an eye, the black clothes were thrown onto the screen.

Wen Qiushi was wearing a snow-colored undershirt, and brushed away the black hair on his shoulders with his fingertips. Under the gaze of a deep gaze beside the bed, the thin figure lifted off the bedding, and buried it neatly.

After he lay down, he saw Gu Moze drooping his eyes. With one hand, he pinched the quilt underneath and pulled it out, "What are you doing?"

Gu Moze: "I'll take the quilt and sleep on it."

Wen Qiushi made a puzzled "huh" sound, and realized that Gu Moze planned to make a bed on the ground and not sleep with him.

"What kind of quilt is laid, the floor is cold and hard,"

Wen Qiushi had already left some space for him, but when he saw this, he moved inside again, Yubai's hand stretched out, and patted the soft pillow.

"You? Since you know that you have no intention of loving me, there's no need to avoid suspicion, just sleep on such a big bed."

"Although the ground is hard and cold, I can't sleep well all night, but compared to sleeping with my uncle, it makes my uncle uncomfortable," Gu Moze's voice was soft, and when he spoke, his tone changed from hesitation to firmness.

"I'd rather sleep on a bed on the ground."

After the words fell, a layer of quilt was slowly pulled out under the strength of his knuckles.

When Wen Qiushi pressed his hand, the quilt moved forward by the slightest distance between the fingernails, "I'm not uncomfortable, you? I? There is no difference between men and women, just sleep together as usual."

So a moment.

The flickering candlelight shone on the extra robe on the screen, the silver hook beside the bed swayed, and a curtain of red gauze fell down.

Wen Qiushi was very tired recently, and fell asleep after closing his eyes.

Gu Moze was lying on his side, approaching at some point? His dark eyes reflected a figure in Taoist robes.

His eyes fell on the slender long eyelashes, moved down Wen Qiushi's exquisite eyebrows, paused on the pale lips, and finally fell on the white neck, the loose Taoist robe underneath covered all the rest of the spring, making it difficult to see one or two.

Gu Moze's eyes were dim, and he stretched out his hand a few times, his bony long fingers twirled Wen Qiushi's black hair on the pillow, which felt like satin.

He moved his fingertips slightly, and the hair immediately wound up docilely.

Gu Moze played happily for a while, let go of his soft hair, retracted his slender hands under the quilt, and placed them on the young man's slender waist through a layer of thin underwear, and grabbed the sleeping man into his arms. Circled? Get up.

Half asleep and half awake, Wen Qiushi faintly felt like he was imprisoned by something.

He couldn't move, frowning uncomfortably.

After a while, Wen Qiushi heard the sound of heavy breathing again, too close, as if burning lips touched his white and tender earlobe, ready to bring him the burning feeling, it was so annoying very?.

Wen Qiushi squeaked, and turned over instinctively, trying to get rid of these troubles.

But after turning over, his waist tightened, his back pressed against Gu Moze's firm and warm chest, and the familiar breath wrapped him up.

Wen Qiushi was so tired that he didn't want to open his eyes easily, but the particularly sensitive skin on the back of his neck was crushed by the breath that had penetrated into his underwear. It was sore and itchy, causing his whole body to involuntarily tense up.

Wen Qiushi subconsciously snorted.

He opened his eyes drowsily, and found an arm across his waist. Gu Moze pulled him into his arms from behind, buried his cheek on the back of his neck, and seemed to be in a deep sleep, breathing evenly and long.

Wen Qiushi saw someone with poor sleeping posture. In the Taoist temple in the past, several senior brothers lay on the bunk with their backs stretched across.

When he first went there, he was afraid of being kicked in the face by some senior brother's foot in the middle of the night, so he stayed in a small corner to sleep. Later, he became familiar with it.

But the bad sleeping postures of the brothers belong to the bad sleeping postures, and they don't have the habit of sleeping with people in their arms, so sticky.

Wen Qiushi remembered that Gu Moze didn't have the habit of hugging people to sleep, or did he actually hug people before, but he didn't know?

Wen Qiushi moved the hands around his waist, but the strength holding him was not small.

He has been very tired recently, and he has no strength in his whole body. After tossing for a while, he took a long breath, and then patted his domineering arm? Arm, "Wake up, you're going to strangle me?"

Gu Moze reacted and let go a little.

Wen Qiushi was overjoyed, took the opportunity to open the lid, turned his whole body inside, and the back of his neck got rid of the scorching breath, but the next moment, Gu Moze snatched him back.

Wen Qiushi kicked the snow-white bare feet buried under the quilt unwillingly.

He was about to raise his voice to wake Gu Moze completely, when a dream-like murmur sounded in his ear.

"......cold."

Wen Qiushi was stunned for a moment, stopped? Struggling, and felt it carefully, a slight chill came from his back. He touched Gu Moze's hand lying on his waist, like a piece of ice.

He remembered the last time Gu Moze fainted, his whole body was icy cold, even his heart was filled with a biting chill.

It turned out that it was the cold that held him...

The candles were extinguished, and the room was silent.

The young man opened his gloomy eyes, watching after uttering the word "cold", Wen Qiushi piled the quilt to his side, and then nestled in his arms without moving. After a while, he breathed again. Voice.

Gu Moze tightened his fingers, and his heart softened instantly.