Oral period

At three o'clock in the morning, the drunkard rang the doorbell more than a dozen times, successfully waking up the "invigilator" who was usually sleeping lightly on the sofa.

Fortunately, there are no people upstairs or downstairs, otherwise I will probably be complained tomorrow—Zhen Xiao rubbed her eyes and opened the door for him, thinking deliriously.

"I wanted to wait until you came back to sleep, but I didn't expect that the middle of the night you said meant three o'clock in the morning... What's wrong with you?"

As soon as he opened the door, the choking smell of beer rushed over his body first, followed by the alcoholic himself, poured into his arms without warning.Zhen Xiao was startled, and quickly caught it, only to find that his whole body was uncomfortably hot, hanging on him like a boneless body, and he didn't know how much he drank.

"Surnamed pillow..." The boneless man recognized him, reached out and pulled his collar, raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were wet, but he was still fierce, "I have something to tell you!"

Zhen Xiao met his gaze, and her heart beat a beat.

With just one glance, he knew what Xia Jingzhe wanted to say.

"It's cold outside, come in first," he heard himself change the subject rather spinelessly, "Are you hungry, there are still dumplings in the refrigerator..."

Xia Jingzhe looked at him motionless, couldn't stand still, but the hand holding the door frame was very strong, with rejection written all over his body, but he didn't speak, just confronted him in silence—until there was a long silence, the voice behind him The lights went off automatically, and he blinked like he was just waking up from a dream, and called out "Zixiao".

Zhen Xiao lost his temper completely: "Speak."

"say what?"

"...Don't you have something to tell me?"

"Oh..." Xia Jingzhe suddenly realized, with an expression of "I don't remember what I want to say", she let go of the hand holding the door frame, wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder , rubbing against each other like a small animal, imitating his tone, "Say it."

Pillow:?

It's not a problem to be so frozen at the door, Zhen Xiao was speechless for a long time, but gave up on persuading him, lifted him up in a non-gentle manner, dragged him in, and then quickly closed the door.

I don't know which step activated the other party's mind, this time Xia Jingzhe actually knew to let go of him, took off his shoes and walked to the living room - unfortunately, he didn't know how to walk, and he leaned against the wall as he walked, and he didn't feel that he was It has already yawed, which means that the south wall will not fall and will not turn back.

It was the first time in Zhen Xiao's life that he faced a drunkard, and his superior mind was of no help at all, and he felt that he was not far from a crash.

"This way," he held Xia Jingzhe's shoulders and turned the direction, while thinking to himself that if he made a mistake again, he would hug him, and coaxed patiently, "You drink too much, go to bed first, and talk about it tomorrow when you have something to do, okay? good?"

Xia Jingzhe suddenly stopped, and shook her head vigorously: "No... OK..."

He has something to say, and he can't put it off until tomorrow—wake up and never say it again.

Zhen Xiao had no choice but to turn on the light, followed his will to help him to the sofa, and suddenly thought of an English reading that taught him how to sober up quickly, but he hadn't thought of the first word yet. He was pulled hard by someone, and his balance became unstable, and he almost fell into the sofa.

Fortunately, he subconsciously supported himself so that he wouldn't be too embarrassed - but the next second he recognized the situation, the word "fortunately" that had just formed in his heart suddenly fell apart.

Xia Jingzhe leaned on the armrest of the wide sofa, raised her head to face him, the distance between the two was no more than ten centimeters, her pair of black eyes, which were usually cold and sharp like knives, just stared straight at him, focused and flickering, full of enthusiasm. Under the half-dimmed light, the softness is shocking.

As if afraid that he would run away, the drunk suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his skirt.

"It's too fierce..." Zhen Xiao heard him mutter something in a low voice, vaguely, vaguely these three words-then the hand holding his clothes suddenly let go, and moved up awkwardly, grabbed his shoulders.

Like a hug, but not quite.

It was another round of stalemate, but this time Zhenxiao didn't deliberately break it. He just stretched out his hand like a ghost, tidying up his messy forehead hair, and pinning a few strands of too long black hair behind his ears. Yu lingering.

He didn't stop until all the messy hair was tidied up, revealing the boy's clear and delicate face, and he rubbed the other person's red ears in a consoling manner: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Xia Jingzhe shook her head, then nodded again: "I want to vomit..."

After thinking about it, he added: "Don't look at me like that."

The two unrelated sentences, pulled together by him so forcefully, gave off a different meaning.Zhen Xiao was taken aback, not sure whether there was a causal relationship between the two, thinking that there was a high probability that there was no such thing, but still followed his instinct to tease him, and made a gesture to get up and leave: "Then I won't see you."

In the next second, the hand holding his shoulder suddenly tightened, his brows were frowned like a drunkard, and his voice was tinged with tears: "I didn't mean that..."

"I know, I know," Zhen Xiao panicked subconsciously and quickly defended, "I just want to pour you a cup of hot water—"

"Zixiao, I like you."

The galaxy is silent, and the moonlight is silent.

Before this moment, Zhen Xiao did not believe in the term "heartbeat", and believed that the human body has its upper limit and lower limit, at least not so exaggerated—but those six words fell into his ears clearly, On the eardrum, it exploded into a series of continuous and grand fireworks.

It's just that his heartbeat was complicated, mixed with endless guilt, remorse and fear, so that the fireworks were extinguished by an equally continuous and grand shower before they were ignited.

In just six words, it seemed that the drunk had exhausted all his strength. If he confessed his sincerity, there would be nothing left to maintain clarity——Xia Jingzhe didn't even have the notion of waiting for his answer. Without warning, he let go, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

The hot forehead was pressed against the inner side of Zhenxiao's wrist, which happened to be the position of the temple, and the two pulses collided, and he couldn't tell which was faster.

Then he realized one thing, Xia Jingzhe's body temperature was so high, it seemed not only because of drinking.

He straightened up, probed the other person's forehead with complicated emotions, confirmed his guess, and then rushed into the bathroom with the mood of "I'd rather believe it or not", twisted a cold towel on the person, and put it on On his forehead, he remembered something again, and picked up the drowsy man back to the bedroom.

"Go to sleep." He looked at the sleeping Xia Jingzhe, tucked up the quilt for him, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "You won't forgive me."

Xia Jingzhe fell asleep until the next afternoon, and had a night of absurd dreams, from climbing mountains to avalanches to train derailments, nested layer upon layer, sleeping so frighteningly that his temples were still throbbing when he opened his eyes, and he was almost out of breath.

The curtains were drawn tightly, but they couldn't block the sunlight outside the window. His mind went blank for a while, and he judged instinctively that it would be dark in a few hours. Suddenly plunged into my mind.

He repeated deliriously from the bottom of his heart: did I really say it?

After drinking some slices, blowing the cold wind for several hours, it seems that I have caught a cold——is that really true?

His hands and feet were so weak that he struggled for a long time before he managed to gather enough strength to get out of the warm bed, propped up the mattress and tried to sit up—but to no avail, the quilt seemed to be pressed by something, it was tightly pressed, and it stopped him his movements.

Xia Jingzhe's arms went limp, and she fell back on the bed again, tilting her head to look vaguely, only then did she realize what was going on.

He was indeed suppressed. There was a person lying on the side of his bed with his arms pillowed on his head. He didn't know whether he was kneeling or sitting, his brows were tightly knitted, and he was fast asleep.

It's pillow.

He was startled, woke up suddenly, lay there daring not to move, looked around with complicated emotions, only to find two twisted towels, a bowl, several glasses and a tablet of medicine piled up on the bedside table.

There were a few dumplings left in the bowl, and one glass was broken.

...Is he so tormenting when he is drunk?

The side of the bed sank, and the awkwardly asleep person opened his eyes, and the voice came out of his wakefulness: "Are you awake?"

Xia Jingzhe nodded embarrassingly, hearing his weaker voice than her own, she felt a little guilty: "I yesterday..."

"Drunk, and still have a little fever," Zhen Xiao rubbed his temples, and said concisely, "The medicine has expired, and I dare not let you take it. Are you feeling better now, do you need to go to the hospital?"

Xia Jingzhe's focus was not on this, she shook her head, gritted her teeth and asked, "I mean, was I... quite troublesome yesterday?"

"Yeah." Zhen Xiao looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes were dark and black, obviously he was tortured a lot, "on average, I wake up every half an hour, cry when I can't see me, and feel that I can get off myself I have to cook dumplings...the kitchen is still in a mess, I don't have the strength to clean it up, you can look at it yourself."

"Then why didn't you..."

It's nothing, he didn't leave him alone, or he didn't hit him - it seems that it's not something Zhen Xiao can do.

"Yeah, why." Probably because every time after torturing him, he would hug him limply and say that he likes him over and over again.

Zhen Xiao was noncommittal, moved his numb arm, then got up calmly, and poured him a glass of water, "I'm going to sleep on the sofa for a while, I need something to call me—are you awake this time?"

Xia Jingzhe nodded quickly, expressing that he was so awake that he couldn't wake up anymore, suddenly remembered something, and coughed lightly without embarrassment: "Wait..."

"Ok?"

"Zhou Xiao..." The person who said repeatedly that he liked him all night turned his eyes away and asked softly, "Did I... tell you yesterday?"

The young man was slightly stunned, silently tidied up the messy bedside table, then turned around and walked to the window, opened the curtains, and let the sunlight fill the bedroom—after finishing this series of movements that were trying to conceal, he bit the tip of his tongue hard and pressed down. With complicated emotions in my heart, I asked back in a calm tone as usual: "What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing." He heard the bed being rustled, as if the person behind him turned over.

The sound of exhaling disappeared in a flash, I don't know if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh.