Rejecting the Big Shot

024

The child stretched out his hand in a daze, and inserted it into Yi Zhongshen's quilt.

Yi Zhongshen instinctively stopped the tender and cool touch.

He really dare not...

Let Bo Xiyun touch too deeply.

Yi Zhongshen blocked the young man's hand very smoothly. When Bo Xiyun touched his arm, he stopped moving, and only pressed his soft palm against his forearm.

The child was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes at this moment. His beautiful face was buried in the pillow, and his thin and slender back was covered under the fluffy cold gray velvet quilt. The hand was still touching Yi Zhongshen, and within a few seconds, the whole person became silent.

Appears to be asleep again.

Yi Zhong breathed a sigh of relief silently.

It's time for the kids to rest.

Yi Zhong looked down at the corners of the quilts of the two, wondering if Bo Xiyun's soft arms were exposed outside, if they were not covered by the quilt, they would be cold.

But just as he closed the quilt with the other hand, he suddenly felt a slight force on his arm.

The hand that Bao Xiyun covered him moved again with a massage technique.

Yi Zhongshen raised his eyes and found that the boy sleeping next to him hadn't actually opened his eyes.

The child was already asleep, but subconsciously he was still worried, and continued the massage almost unconsciously, thinking about comforting him.

The strength of the young man's palm was not heavy, just a few presses, maybe even less than half a minute, his movements slowed down and gradually stopped.

Those slender fingers rested softly on Yi Zhongshen's forearm, as if he had lost strength and was in a daze without any movement.

fell asleep again.

After stopping for a while, his hand seemed to realize that he still had work to do, and suddenly moved again, continuing to touch Yi Zhongshen with a soft force, and pressed him twice.

"..."

In the darkness, Yi Zhong stared at the darkness on the roof, and rubbed his thin lips with the tip of his teeth.

He gradually felt that the fact that he was so awake now was not caused by insomnia and stress at all.

It is naturally impossible for Yi Zhongshen to let the other party continue to massage like this, not to mention the effect on himself, which is too obvious.

Bo Xiyun couldn't sleep well just because of the intermittent massage.

When the slender fingers woke up from the doze for the third time and limply began to knead Yi Zhongshen's arm, Yi Zhongshen reversed his hand and directly held the boy's fingers.

"Go to sleep."

The cold fingers were warmed up by the attached skin, making them softer and softer in the palm.

Yi Zhongshen's chest rose and fell slightly, and he spoke in a low voice.

"I'm all right."

The boy didn't open his eyes, but just moved his held fingers.

Bo Xiyun is too thin, there is no soft flesh on the pads of his fingers, it seems that there is only a thin layer of bone, holding his fingertips in the palm, it is just a little delicate and tender to the touch.

As if responding, the boy moved his fingers, and his slender little finger slipped into Yi Zhongshen's fingertips inadvertently.

The fingertips were close to the heat source and were held by someone before they stopped moving.

Yi Zhong held the boy's hand deeply, and took a long breath slowly and silently.

But soon, Yi Zhongshen found out.

After all, he still underestimated Bo Xiyun's determination to coax people to sleep.

It took only a few minutes for the young man to calm down his hands, and he moved his face out of the soft pillow that was originally buried deep in it, closed his eyes, and murmured something.

Bo Xiyun was half asleep and half awake, and couldn't speak clearly. Even Yi Zhongshen couldn't hear clearly, and could only make out a few words vaguely.

it seems that--

"Help you count."

But then, Yi Zhongshen knew what the other party wanted to say.

Because he heard the child, who was obviously sleepy enough to fall asleep several times, counting in a soft but extremely serious voice.

"150 six, 150 seven..."

It was exactly what Bo Xiyun said before, the method he used to fall asleep.

Zero to one thousand, count before bed.

Presumably because he was half asleep and half awake, the child's consciousness is not so clear now, and he counted directly from the count before he fell asleep.

He was drowsy from sleepiness, and his voice was also very nasal, and he softened the cold number.

When people listen carefully, they feel that they don't seem to be counting.

It's more like... acting like a baby.

The boy's nasal voice was sticky and soft, and the ending was slightly hoarse with sleepiness. The rustling hoarseness fell on people's ears, and it was more like fine-grained icing rolling on the tip of the heart, making people itch.

The boy was still reading vaguely.

"160 three, 170 four..."

I was so sleepy that I counted them all wrong.

Yi Zhong sighed deeply, raised his hand, and gently covered the boy's lips.

His original intention was to let the other party stop counting and go to sleep peacefully, but when the palm of his palm actually touched those delicate lips that were too soft, Yi Zhongshen's hand still paused.

Under the cover of night, the blue tendons on the back of his hand twitched slightly, tensing silently.

At this time, Bo Xiyun, whose lips were covered, opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at Yi Zhongshen, who was covering his mouth, in a daze.

"Well……?"

Yi Zhongshen did not explain.

He eased the pressure on the palm covering the person, and took it directly with a sound.

"170 five, 170 six."

The slightly hoarse low magnetic voice was much clearer and colder than Bo Xiyun's tone when he read the number.

But with the calmness enough to protect people to sleep peacefully.

Yi Zhongshen took over Bo Xiyun's work, and reminded him softly while counting.

"Close your eyes."

The boy's curly eyelashes blinked, and his eyes closed obediently.

Yi Zhongshen continued to count in a low voice.

Maybe he forgot, or maybe it was because of some selfish intention of deliberately neglecting, one of his hands was still lightly covering the boy's slender face, and he didn't take it back.

This also made him feel the light movement of the soft touch under his palm immediately.

It was almost silent, Bo Xiyun's whisper.

Yi Zhongshen withdrew his hand slightly at this moment and asked in a low voice.

"what?"

The boy fell into a drowsy sleep, his eyelashes moved slightly, but he couldn't open his eyes. After a few seconds, he repeated it in a murmur.

Still very light voice.

"The voice... nice."

After finishing speaking, the boy habitually buried his face down.

But now Bo Xiyun's pillow was not the original soft pillow, and he buried his face in Yi Zhongshen's palm beside him when he moved.

He didn't feel anything, didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and rubbed against the warm palm.

The young man let out some soft nasal sounds again.

It was very similar to what Yi Zhongshen had seen at Gu Sheng's house, the soft purring sound from the throat of the long-haired golden gradually when its chin was scratched until it was comfortable.

"one hundred……"

Yi Zhongshen's originally low and steady counting sound stopped.

It took him a while to realize.

I simply forgot where I was counting.

I was still thinking just now, the child was so sleepy that he counted wrongly.

And Yi Zhongshen was clearly awake, but he was no better than a sleepy kid who was in a trance.

Yi Zhong moved his Adam's apple deeply, and could only start counting again.

"170 five, 170 six..."

Yi Zhongshen's palms were spread out, and the boy's face was buried in his palms.

The thin, soft flesh on the cheek that he had painted countless times in the past was finally touched by him at this moment.

And it was posted without barriers, completely trusted.

The touch was softer and more delicate than he had ever imagined, and Yi Zhongshen felt as if he was holding a cloud of fat jade in his palm.

It's like holding a stream of clear clouds.

And even though the cloud was so sleepy that he fell asleep, it was still clinging to Yi Zhongshen.

After a while, she slowly rubbed against him along the warm and powerful heel of her palm.

She is clearly unconscious and unconscious, but she still misses him almost instinctively.

In the end, it was Yi Zhongshen who put the arm that he had stressed out beside the boy's pillow, and the boy finally stopped rubbing it down.

Amidst Low Magnetic's steady recitation, Bo Xiyun put his cheek against the opponent's wrist, hugged that firm arm in his arms, and fell asleep peacefully.

With soft and gentle jade beside him, until the end, Yi Zhongshen didn't remember how many times he had counted.

Looking at the peaceful face of the young man who finally fell asleep beside him, Yi Zhongshen sighed again.

He was a little helpless, but in fact, it was hard to blame his self-control.

No matter how sufficient and excessive the imagination is, it cannot be worth one ten-thousandth of the real touch.

It's because Bo Xiyun is too attractive.

A hundred times more cute than imagined.

Infect the originally cold and long winter night into sweetness and unbearable.

The movement at night inexplicably extended the originally rather short rest time several times.

I don't know if it's good or bad.

But when Bo Xiyun woke up in the morning, he did indeed sleep well.

Even though she slept very late last night, Bo Xiyun didn't feel sleepy at all, she just felt that all the exhaustion in her body had subsided, and her whole body seemed to be lazily soaked in the gentle warm spring.

Subconsciously, he closed his eyes and rubbed against the most comfortable warm heat source.

It smells good.

The bodily sensation woke up before the consciousness, and Bo Xiyun took a long breath slowly, and felt a faint fragrance between his lips, teeth and nose.

He really likes the smell of the senior, that very special frosty and snowy fragrance.

Wu Ying had also asked Bo Xiyun to help her choose a lot of perfumes before. At that time, he didn't quite understand why so many people like to spend a lot of money to buy extra scents.

And at this moment, this second, the whole body is soaked in this light cold fragrance.

Bo Xiyun suddenly understood a little better.

If there is any perfume that smells like the senior's, maybe he will buy it and try it when he earns enough money.

Bo Xiyun thought about it in a daze, until he became a little more sober before he realized that something was wrong.

Why is there a senior here?

Bo Xiyun remembered that he came to sleep with his senior last night, but he also remembered that they slept separately.

It is unlikely that I can smell so clearly.

Hesitating, Bo Xiyun opened his eyes, and immediately saw the muscular neck of the boy in front of him.

But it was very close, even close enough for him to see the blue blood vessels under the opponent's skin, and the thin Adam's apple.

"..."

Bo Xiyun silently blinked her eyes a few times.

The situation in front of him made him wake up, and after he woke up, Bo Xiyun more clearly discovered that something was wrong now——

The cold gray quilt he wrapped himself in before going to bed seemed to have been squeezed away, and most of the quilt covering his body now was the senior's quilt.

Without the barrier of the quilt, Bo Xiyun was sticking directly to the other's chest, not only the snow-like breath, but also Yi Zhongshen's body temperature was clearly conveyed.

... Even what he held in his arms was the senior's arm.

Why did I sleep at the senior's side?

Bo Xiyun couldn't help reflecting.

Could it be that he likes the smell of the senior so much that he would unconsciously rub it when he fell asleep?

Bo Xiyun could tell that this should be his own problem, because the boy next to him slept in a very neat posture, without any stretch or tilt.

...except for the arm embraced by Bo Xiyun.

But Bo Xiyun himself, for some reason, came over from the other side of the bed, and slept curled up in the other's arms.

What Bo Xiyun couldn't help but reflect on was that he just followed the heat source and rubbed closer to the boy's chest.

It's like treating the senior as a warm water bag.

Since the beginning of winter, when Bo Xiyun woke up early in the morning, his hands and feet were always cold, no matter how thick the quilt was, it was always cold.

He would go to morning exercises before, partly because he felt that he was too cold. Once it was cold, it was difficult to warm himself up.

After several days of morning exercise, Bo Xiyun's body has indeed improved a little bit compared to before.

But that is not at all more direct than it is now.

Bo Xiyun lay silently in the most comfortable and warm embrace, feeling nostalgic and unable to bear self-reflection.

... No matter how comfortable you are, you shouldn't rub against someone's arms.

The only thing that made Bo Xiyun feel a little relieved was that the senior next to her seemed to be still asleep and hadn't been woken up by herself.

The boy's breathing was very steady.

It looks like the senior should have had a good rest last night.

Bo Xiyun swallowed slowly and held his breath.

Cautiously, he began to try to move himself back.

Bo Xiyun was still holding the opponent's arm in his arms, and he didn't dare to let go, so he could only move slowly, being as careful as possible, not wanting to wake up Yi Zhongshen.

Fortunately, the hotel's bed was good, even if he moved or even turned over, he wouldn't make any noise.

After an unknown amount of time, Bo Xiyun finally moved out an inch and stopped clinging to her.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to make persistent efforts to return the opponent's arm.

But in the next second, Bo Xiyun's waist suddenly tightened.

The body that moved a little with great difficulty was instantly brought back to its original position, even closer than the previous posture.Even the back of Bo Xiyun's head was supported by the warm palm, and he pressed it lightly into his bosom.

Just like that, Bo Xiyun was directly circled back into warm arms.

Tight fit, no gaps.