drunk oxygen

The author has something to say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~

Pei Yan threw up in front of the toilet for a while, then stood up dizzily, walked to the sink to rinse his mouth.

He covered his stomach and called Xie Xinghe's name in a low voice. Xie Xinghe came over with a cup of hot water, stuffed it into his hand and said, "Drink."

After taking two sips, Pei Yan put the cup aside, reached out and hugged Xie Xinghe, with the weight of his whole body on him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xinghe, are you angry?"

Xie Xinghe didn't make a sound, but just carried him to the bedroom.

Pei Yan was very uncooperative, "Baby, don't be angry, it's my fault, I didn't want to break up with you..."

Xie Xinghe threw Pei Yan on the bed. Pei Yan just woke up a little before being knocked unconscious again. He covered his eyes with a frown and didn't make a sound.

Xie Xinghe looked down at him for a while, leaned down and supported him with one hand, and was wrapped in Pei Yan's arms.

He didn't use much strength, and Xie Xinghe didn't struggle. Pei Yan opened his eyes and looked at his face, which was close at hand, and leaned forward to kiss him lightly, "Don't be angry, if you don't want to break up, don't do it if it's a big deal."

He tried hard to look into Xie Xinghe's eyes, trying to find some emotion from Xie Xinghe's eyes, but there was none, not at all, or maybe Pei Yan couldn't see it.

He buried his head in Xie Xinghe's arms in frustration, and said in a muffled voice, "Baby, my stomach hurts..."

Xie Xinghe finally had some reaction, he said to Pei Yan: "What do you want to eat?"

Pei Yan shook his head, "I don't want to eat."

He didn't realize that his tone seemed to be coquettish, so he continued to hum and say, "You rub it for me..."

Xie Xinghe was silent for a while, and said to Pei Yan, "Turn around."

Pei Yan obediently turned over and turned his back to him.

Xie Xinghe hugged him from behind, stretched out a hand in front of him and fumbled, "Here?"

Pei Yan smiled softly, grabbed Xie Xinghe's hand and moved it up, "Here."

Xie Xinghe's hands were strong, and he spun his palms hard on Pei Yan's stomach. Pei Yan closed his eyes and said, "I asked the doctor today, and he said that there are too many causes of headaches. I can't tell from what I said. You have to see me."

Xie Xinghe paused, and Pei Yan changed from lying on his side to flat on his back. He opened his eyes and looked at him, "Do you want the doctor to take a look at you?"

Xie Xinghe stared into Pei Yan's eyes, "You asked today?"

"Ah."

Xie Xinghe could feel that Pei Yan really wanted to break up with him last night, and even went out to drink to relieve his worries just now, but now he told him that he asked the doctor for him today.

He put his hand on Pei Yan's stomach again, "Chinese medicine?"

"Well, it's the old Chinese doctor who has treated me since I was a child."

"talk to you later."

Xie Xinghe was free every day, so he didn't really want to watch it. Pei Yan held his wrist and rubbed it, "Okay."

He kept staring at Xie Xinghe, fascinated, Xie Xinghe asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Pei Yan stretched out his hand towards him, and said in an affectionate tone, "Let me hug you."

Xie Xinghe got up directly and got out of bed.

Pei Yan stared blankly at his back, and when Xie Xinghe walked into the bathroom, and then heard the sound of a hair dryer, he remembered that Xie Xinghe hadn't blown his hair yet after taking a shower.

Pei Yan stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds, then sat up abruptly, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.

He took the hair dryer from Xie Xinghe and said, "I'll blow it for you."

Pei Yan's hair has always been relatively short, and it doesn't drip when you wipe it casually, so you basically don't need to blow-dry it, and it's never happened to someone else's hair-drying.

He inserted five fingers into Xie Xinghe's hair not so proficiently, and raised his voice and asked him, "Have you got a headache again?"

Xie Xinghe didn't answer, or maybe Pei Yan didn't hear him because his voice was too low, he helped Xie Xinghe blow the ends of his hair carefully, Xie Xinghe hid for a while, turned around and looked at him.

Pei Yan turned off the hair dryer, "What's wrong?"

"Want to burn me to death?"

Pei Yan was stunned for a moment, Xie Xinghe pinched his face, took the hair dryer back and said, "It's too close to the scalp."

It wasn't until Xie Xinghe finished blowing his hair that Pei Yan asked, "Why pinch my face?"

Xie Xinghe asked indifferently: "Don't like it?"

"No," Pei Yan said, "it's just a little... strange."

Even when she was a child, Deng Rong never pinched Pei Yan's face. Now that he is 28, no one dares to pinch his face. This action is too weird for a person of Pei Yan's age.

Xie Xinghe smiled, and pinched his face again when he went out, "It won't be strange if you pinch a few more times."

Pei Yan raised his hand to touch the place that was pinched just now. It might not be strange for others to pinch a few more times, but Xie Xinghe is really strange, even a few pinches are strange.

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This night, Pei Yan stayed at Xie Xinghe's house. He was still drunk and soon fell asleep. Before going to bed, he thought that there would be no such big light bulb as ketchup this time, so he hugged Xie Xinghe with a smile. Into the arms.

He kissed Xie Xinghe on the face, "Good night."

Xie Xinghe turned his head in the dark, Pei Yan had already closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even.

He stared at Pei Yan quietly for a while, then raised his hand and pinched Pei Yan's face.

Pei Yan was still asleep, and frowned, Xie Xinghe said in a low voice, "Pei Yan."

"Hmm..." Pei Yan responded almost inaudibly.

"Why don't you break up?"

Only the sound of Pei Yan's breathing remained in his ears, and no one responded.

Xie Xinghe's expression was unclear, and he looked at Pei Yan sharper than usual, "If you don't leave...don't leave."

He was already very restrained, he restrained himself not to let Pei Yan like him too much, and restrained himself not to have too much affection for Pei Yan.

But Pei Yan wanted to break his restraint.

Xie Xinghe's restraint is actually very rare. Most of the time, he is unwilling to restrain himself and does whatever he wants, so he will allow himself to eat unpalatable meals every day, so there will be so many scars on his arms, so he will eat nondescript food in hot pot shop playing the piano.

If one day he shows no trace of restraint to Pei Yan and exposes his truest self to Pei Yan, then Pei Yan may not like him anymore, or even give him any accommodation because of his looks.

At that time, Pei Yan wants to break up... Xie Xinghe is not sure if he will agree.

He closed his eyes and lay quietly beside Pei Yan for an hour, his head ached and he didn't feel any sleepiness.

Xie Xinghe gently took away Pei Yan's hand on his waist, Pei Yan muttered something, hugged him again, and even patted his stomach twice.

Xie Xinghe had no choice but to remove Pei Yan's arm more carefully than before, stuffed the pillow into his arms, and got off the bed lightly.

He took the elevator card from Pei Yan's pocket, took the elevator downstairs in his pajamas, changed his shoes casually, and entered the password to enter Pei Yan's home.

Tomato sauce woke up from sleep and yelled a few times.

"Hush," Xie Xinghe said, "It's me."

Ketchup recognized him and walked around him happily wagging his tail a few times.

Xie Xinghe bent down and touched its head, then led it into the bedroom.

After lying on the bed, he patted Pei Yan next to him, "Come up, sleep with me for a while."

Ketchup jumped onto the bed, rolled over and lay down next to him.

Xie Xinghe hugged Tomato Sauce, buried his face in its fluffy fur, Tomato Sauce fell asleep again after a while.

Listening to its purring, Xie Xinghe gradually fell asleep.

If only Pei Yan could snore, Xie Xinghe thought.