can't you afford to lose

Wen Siyi's body froze.

Rao was as calm as him, but there was a crack in his smiling expression at the moment.

But fortunately, An Yixin couldn't see it.

The boy's head was resting on his shoulder, the soft hair swept across the skin, he was facing him, and the warm breath mixed with the smell of alcohol hit the side of his neck, one after another, along the artery until it reached the heart .

Wen seemed to feel that An Yixin could hear her own violent heartbeat.

Polaris fell asleep and passed out again, the world was completely silent at the moment, only a lamp above his head was like a bean, casting a faint yellow light.

The shadows of the two were projected on the white wall beside them, overlapped and could not be distinguished clearly.

Wen Si also stood there, finally found his voice, his tone was still gentle: "An Yixin, what did you call me just now?"

The head on the side of the neck moved a bit, An Yixin still put his arm around his neck, slowly raised his head, and carefully observed Wen Siyi: "Aren't you ninth?"

As if talking to himself, his eyes were not even fully focused, he was ignorant and confused: "But only a ninth can talk to me like this, aren't you a ninth?"

An Yixin asked twice, but Wen Siyi didn't speak.

His heart hurts a little.

Such an ordinary and casual sentence, a sentence that every child would get from their parents when they acted like a baby and cried, no one ever said it to An Yixin since they were young.

——It’s not that he doesn’t want to be gentle with the world, but that the world has never shown him a gentle side.

Wen Siyi sighed, and suddenly raised his hand, holding An Yixin's hips and hugging him.

"Let's go."

He said, "Let's go to bed."

An Yixin might be sleepy, she didn't react to the sudden flight and embrace, she just hugged Wen Syi's neck tightly, and continued to lean on his shoulder sideways, motionless.

Very obedient and light, there is no flesh on the waist.

Wen Siyi thought to himself, he must raise more meat in the future.

He walked very steadily, step by step, as if he was holding some fragile treasure in his arms.

The light was dim, sprinkled on the two of them, like a hazy mist.

It's as if you can go straight to the end of the world.

On the second floor, when approaching the room, suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the soft carpet.

Wen Ruyi raised his eyes, and met Mount's disbelieving eyes.

Mount just came out to get water to drink, he didn't expect to see such... such a horrifying scene.

He sobered up in an instant, and his usual gentle voice was a little more shocked: "Wen...Boss Wen, you, you..."

Wen also showed a hint of helplessness just right: "Ambush was drunk and sprained his ankle when going up the stairs. Lu Xingxin has already occupied the sofa downstairs, so I can only carry him up."

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air, and Mount also remembered that An Yixin was drunk, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah, I was shocked."

Wen Si also smiled: "You have to get up early tomorrow, go to bed early."

Mount responded: "Good night, Boss Wen."

An Yixin raised his head suddenly, and glanced at Mount lightly with drooping eyelids.

The look in their eyes was different from the one they had when they talked about the World Championships at night.

So Mount asked: "What's wrong with Ambush?"

An Yixin didn't speak, but slowly put his head back on Wen Syiyi's shoulder, and buried his face in it.

The broken hair made Wen Siyi a little itchy, especially since his breath was still hitting his collarbone, Wen Siyi suddenly had the illusion that he was hugging a large dog.

"Maybe I'm sleepy."

Wen Si also smiled at Mount: "Good night."

"Then you rest early."

Mount also frowned at Wen Siyi.

Wen Si also put the sticky spirit in front of his room door, and patted his head: "Good night, Ambush, go to sleep."

An Yixin yawned.

He stared at his door for a few seconds, put his hand on the doorknob, but suddenly retracted, and said to himself: "This is not my room."

"This……"

Before Wen Siyi said "yes", An Yixin opened the door of his own room next door and walked in with ease.

"Good night ninth."

An Yixin drooped the end of her eyes, she looked a little impatient because of sleepiness, but her tone was very soft.

——and closed the door behind him.

"...?"

Wen Si also froze at the door.

He stood there thinking about his life for a while, and found that the last guest room had also been given to An Yixin. He thought about where else he could sleep in the base. He had a cleanliness obsession and didn't want to make do with others.

No fruit.

Wen seemed to convince himself that he should just make do with the night on the ground.

He opened the door and walked in, and saw An Yixin brushing his teeth seriously in the bathroom.

The disposable toothbrush and toothpaste he prepared for An Yixin last time has not been thrown away yet.

Seeing him coming in, An Yixin was stunned for a moment, said "uh", and mumbled with toothpaste in his mouth, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Wen Si also said, "I'll make the floor."

"what."

An Yixin seemed surprised, and asked, "Why?"

At the end he added: "I don't mind giving you half of my bed."

Wen Siyi smiled, and took the toothbrush beside him: "It's okay, you sleep with you, I'm not used to sleeping with others."

An Yixin stopped what she was doing and thought about it for a while.

Suddenly he said, "But haven't we already slept?"

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