Escape from the Madhouse [Unlimited]

Layer after layer of water continuously overflowed from the bathtub, colliding with the thin water layer on the light gray floor tiles, causing splashes and ripples, and then turning into white mist.

In the thicker and thicker mist, the two figures cuddled closer and closer.

Bai Zhou hugged Zhou Qian with one hand and the back of his head with the other, and kissed him lightly and then deeply.

Zhou Qian tightly grasped Bai Zhou's shoulders with both hands, opened his watery eyes, and unconsciously fell back slowly. In his eyes, trance, confusion and perfection coexisted, and finally all emotions turned into sincerity joy.

Suddenly, the sound of splashes became more intense, and more and more water overflowed from the edge of the bathtub, and the speed became faster and faster.

Unexpectedly, there was a "pounce" sound. It was the sound of Bai Zhou kissing hard when he couldn't help himself, pressing Zhou Qian's head, and falling into the water with him.

Breathing became more and more difficult.

But no one was willing to stop.

Outside the house, the wind on the sea became stronger, and the waves rushed ashore one after another, rolling up the sand and sand into the sea more and more violently.

The five-colored neon lights in the sky dimmed a lot, and the night gradually deepened, but the bustle of this city that never sleeps did not calm down at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Zhou opened his eyes and saw that Zhou Qian's face had turned red.The palm covering the back of Zhou Qian's neck suddenly exerted force, and he was quickly pulled up.

The upper body came out of the water, and fresh air immediately poured into his oxygen-deprived lungs, but after Zhou Qian took a few breaths, he grabbed Bai Zhou's shoulders and wanted to take him underwater again.

Worried that Zhou Qian would choke on the water, Bai Zhou lifted his head to keep him from moving, then leaned over and kissed him again.

Zhou Qian seemed dissatisfied, and he began to move uneasily.I kicked my legs hard a few times, venting my anger and begging at the same time, causing a large splash of water to roll down.

Taking a breath, Bai Zhou's lips parted temporarily, and the magnetic and pleasant voice crashed into the depths of Zhou Qian's eardrum together with the sound of water. "Be good, Zhou Qian."

"Brother Zhou. I don't feel well. I feel uncomfortable." Zhou Qian impatiently grabbed Bai Zhou's shoulder several times, leaving a few clear fingerprints.

But no matter how much he begged, Bai Zhou remained indifferent, Zhou Qian simply hugged him, almost forcibly trying to take him into the water.

Every time he gets sick, Zhou Qian wants to do extreme, crazy and dangerous things.

Whether it is setting fire to smashing furniture, or swimming in the deep sea where the crisis is unknown, it can make him feel exciting.

And just now, he discovered a new exciting game - kissing Bai Zhou underwater until he almost suffocated.

The feeling of danger, satisfaction and excitement co-existing made him feel intoxicated.

But now Bai Zhou didn't cooperate with him anymore, his waist was tightly bound by a palm, and it was almost difficult for him to move.

So when Bai Zhou kissed him again, Zhou Qian lowered his head to avoid it, and then quickly bit his shoulder, muttering unscrupulously. "You are not good, I don't like you anymore."

Zhou Qian is dizzy now.

How did he know that he actually didn't confess his love to Bai Zhou at all.

He didn't know that Bai Zhou was completely irritated by this sentence - he had just said "no regrets" to others a few minutes ago, and now he said "I don't like you anymore".

So, taking advantage of Bai Zhou's inattention, Zhou Qian successfully pushed him away, slipped his body into the water, and put his head under the water alone to hold his breath, Bai Zhou got up and lifted his legs, and actually stepped out of the bathtub.

Zhou Qian didn't know what happened, but closed his eyes underwater and smiled contentedly, as if he was pushed to an unknown distance with the flowing water waves.

But the next moment he was fished out by Bai Zhou.

"Brother Zhou?" Zhou Qian opened his eyes and looked at Bai Zhou with a confused expression.

Bai Zhou pulled a bathrobe to wrap him around, then picked him up and left the bathroom without saying a word, and went directly to the bedroom on the second floor.

Zhou Qian struggled a lot along the way, and he couldn't bear even a second of silence or standing still when his illness flared up.There seemed to be countless ants crawling in every cell of his body, and they were all clamoring, making him have to vent his emotions in some violent way.

"Brother Zhou, shall we go for a run, swim...or take a bath?"

Zhou Qian hugged Bai Zhou's neck and kept moving on him, "Anyway, I don't sleep. I can't sleep now. You just let me vent it. It doesn't take long. Just wait a little longer. gone."

Bai Zhou still didn't speak, his expression was sunk in the night, making it hard to see clearly.

Zhou Qian was not happy. "You let me go down. Brother Zhou, you—"

Everything was blurry in the darkness, coupled with his unconsciousness, Zhou Qian couldn't figure out what kind of environment he was in for a moment.

The only thing that remains unchanged is his trust in Bai Zhou from the bottom of his heart and his defenselessness.

Even when Bai Zhou took out a belt from the drawer and tied his hand to the head of the bed, he still didn't feel that Bai Zhou was going to hurt himself.

He was just upset because he lost the stimulation brought by underwater suffocation, and he looked at Bai Zhou in some confusion. "Brother Zhou?"

Bai Zhou leaned down, lowered his head to his ear, and said in an unreasonably deep voice, "I can play with you. But there must be a limit, and there must be no real danger."

Zhou Qian blinked unconsciously. "I'm pretty good at water. I can't drown."

Bai Zhou: "Stop playing with water. Change the game."

Zhou Qian asked with some expectation: "How to play? It's boring to tie me up."

Bai Zhou didn't speak, but silently tore off the belt of the bathrobe wrapped around Zhou Qian's body, pulled it out, put it gently on Zhou Qian's eyes, wrapped the belt around his head, and tied it up.

Zhou Qian felt a little uncomfortable, and stretched out his right hand to pull the strap, this action caused even his hand to be tied up.

"Brother Zhou..."

Both hands lost their freedom, and his eyes were covered again. Zhou Qian seemed to be a little uneasy at last, and his body began to struggle violently.

"Brother Zhou, I feel bad."

Sensitively aware of Bai Zhou's lips approaching, Zhou Qian raised his head subconsciously and kissed him.

The two lips touched lightly, but soon Bai Zhou turned his head away.

Zhou Qian frowned, subconsciously wanting to chase a certain temperature, and then he felt Bai Zhou kiss his face, and then slowly said in his ear: "Yes. I know. I will help you."

……

The lifeblood of the mountain is held by the wind.

The warm wind blows away the ice and snow.The hard and tightly closed frost was softened little by little, turning into spring rain, and the trickle nourished everything.

The stream flows again, the buds grow, and the mountain flowers bloom one after another.

Round and round, endless rotation.

"Brother Zhou...I..."

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Qian's hands have regained their freedom, and now he is impatiently grabbing Bai Zhou's shoulders, and then his neck.

Bai Zhou leaned into his ear and asked, "Do you still want to play in the water?"

Zhou Qian shook his head immediately.

"Do you still want to play this?"

"Hmm? ... Hmm. No, I won't play anymore."

Bai Zhou almost coaxed him and asked, "Do you want to play?"

Zhou Qian hugged him slowly, buried his head in his chest, and said in a low voice, "...yes."

·

The next day.

When Zhou Qian woke up, it was already noon.

His first reaction was that he was very tired, so he turned over, wrapped himself in the quilt, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

At this time, he suddenly thought of something.

——He didn't know if Bai Zhou had that kind of meaning for him, so he tried it out.

and then?

Then he seemed to go to play in the sand...

Then again?

Certain pictures became more and more clear in his mind, Zhou Qian was stunned.

After realizing something, he pulled up the shirt on his body and smelled it, then jumped out of bed and looked carefully at the sheet and quilt cover——

Everything is clean and has a faint soapy scent.

I will never have a spring, dream?

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Qian quickly walked to the window and opened the curtains. Then he saw the sheets, quilts, shirts, and bathrobes drying on the balcony on the first floor.

and so.

It's not a dream.

Then I yesterday...

How to pester Bai Zhou, how to scratch him, it seems that he cried and quarreled several times in the process...

All kinds of pictures came to Zhou Qian's mind.

No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't help blushing at this moment.

The two grew up together and got tired of being together all day long. Zhou Qian was not worried about being seen by Bai Zhou in any ugly way.After all, he made a fool of himself a lot when he was a child, and Bai Zhou has seen everything he looks like.

But the two haven't seen each other for seven years, and they are both adults now, so many things are still different from before.What's more, they haven't really talked about some issues clearly.After careful calculation, they didn't reunite for too long, why suddenly...

Zhou Qian couldn't accept it for a while.

When he thoroughly recalled what happened last night, and counted how many cold showers Bai Zhou took, his face turned even redder.

For people like Zhou Qian, this was the first time he stood still for a long time.

After a while, there was a knock on the door behind him.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Zhou's deep voice sounded. "Wake up? Go wash up and go downstairs for dinner."

Zhou Qian didn't have the nerve to turn around to look at him, subconsciously raised his index finger and bit his knuckles, and mumbled something in a low voice: "Got it."

Bai Zhou paused for a while, then walked into the house. "What's wrong?"

Zhou Qian jumped onto the bed in time and pulled off the quilt. "It's okay, I'm going to sleep for a while."

Bai Zhou asked him, "Do you feel better now?"

"Well. It's rare to have an attack once a month. Don't worry." Zhou Qian whispered.

"Then don't sleep yet. Get up and eat something. You spent the whole night last night, you—"

"Me, neither..." Zhou Qian interrupted him, forcibly pulling back his respect, "Not for a night."

Bai Zhou didn't speak, but seemed to smile, then stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Qian's shoulder through the quilt.

Zhou Qian reluctantly sat up, and the moment he raised his eyes to glance at Bai Zhou, he was stunned again.

——Bai Zhou's neck and collarbone were covered with red marks, as if he had fought a crazy wild cat for [-] rounds that both bit and scratched.

"My..." Zhou Qian turned around, picked up the water on the bedside table and drank it with his head raised, and asked with his back to Bai Zhou, "So, what's for lunch?"

Bai Zhou: "Go down and see."

"Okay. Then you go first." Zhou Qian walked to the bathroom, "I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face."

"Well. I'll wait for you downstairs." Bai Zhou went out to the corridor, but was stopped by Zhou Qian again.

"Brother Zhou—"

"Ok?"

"Why didn't you—"

In my mind, a certain number suddenly began to jump back and forth between 5% and 35%.

Then Zhou Qian heard Bai Zhou say: "You were not sober last night."