kiss Me

Lin Wu fell asleep.

Even half an hour ago, he still had the strength to say some nasty words to hurt people, and built a barrier with a half-smile to make people unpredictable, but now he is asleep, but he is still like a child, with one hand unconsciously clenched On the pillow, his cheeks were a little red from the heat, but his eye sockets were another kind of red.

Qin Shu sighed silently, looked at the indelible blood in the corners of his eyes, and remembered that in the darkness half an hour ago, the child called his brother with red eyes, while holding his wrist tightly to prevent him from moving, Tears blinked down the incoherent words, dripping in a mess.

He shook his head unconsciously, repeating "it's not like that" and "I lied" to him over and over again, and then stuck it sticky to kiss him, the outline against the door panel was pale and fragile, like a burning lamp White glass lamp.

When he heard those words, he had actually calmed down, looking at the mess of teeth marks and bloodstains on the young man's collar, he secretly regretted it, and dared not do anything else.

Lin Wu's tears were like some kind of sedative with serious side effects, able to drag him out of the violent situation that was on the verge of getting out of control, and gouged out his heart bit by bit.

But the tearful person hugged him and didn't let go, rubbing against his palm unconsciously, and refused to let him go easily.

He wanted to ask Lin Wu why he was unhappy, but he didn't get a clear answer from the beginning to the end. When he heard this question, the child looked up at him, and there were several layers of water in Mo Lan's eyes, which looked dripping and wronged. He glared at him.

After staring at him for a long time, he couldn't say anything harsh, instead he squinted his eyes in a daze, and his focus was a little confused——then he slumped into his arms with his whole body burning hot, and choked out a breathy voice in his ear The "like you" come.

Now he's actually not quite sure what Lin Wu's temper is, but he has a vague guess, tangled up in his mind like a thread, and overwhelmed by guilt.

He touched the towel on the young man's forehead and felt that it was a little cold, so he went to the bathroom and twisted a new one lightly, looked at the defenseless sleeping face of the boy, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his body before covering the towel , printed a kiss on his forehead.

Probably due to the difference between body temperature and the temperature of the towel, Lin Wu frowned and snorted, and unconsciously grabbed his wrist with the hand clutching the pillow. The palms are a little hot.

It's no different from when I was five or six years old, and I still rely on him subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was still dark, and the light penetrating through the curtains was warmer than he had imagined, reminding him that it wasn't time turning back or dreaming, but that he had slept the whole day.

Lin Wu squinted his eyes, and couldn't tell whether the fragments in his mind were dreams or reality. It took a few minutes to find some clues, and he managed to piece together a memory masked by a high fever filter.

——Taked a shower, drenched in cold water for a few minutes because of his brother's respectful and non-inquiring attitude, then went out to confront people with broken jars, lied to anger him, and then...

Thinking of this, his thoughts suddenly stopped, as if they had been burned through, and tended to be blank, leaving only the burn marks on the edges to remind him that nothing happened - such as the two unfastened fluorescent belts on his sweatpants.

He blinked, and finally realized what he had done - he didn't "burn up his whole body" as written in the novel, and he didn't even feel shy, just a little annoyed at the time I was tossed in a daze by high fever and cold medicine, and I didn't leave the memory that I should have.

I really want to hug Qin Shu, hug, kiss, or other physical contact.He probably has skin thirst, so he can't wait to make up these memories.

But another protagonist of memory is absent.

When he realized this fact, he froze for a moment, and sat up in a panic. Hundreds of thoughts flashed through his mind, but none of them were convincing——Qin Shu is not a character who would leave his sick number and leave alone, even if the sick number is right. He did a lot of unreasonable things.

After a pause for a few seconds, he reached for his phone, wanting to call Qin Shu and ask where he was.

However, before he finished pressing the string of numbers, there was a "beep" sound not far away, and the door was swiped open.

"Wake up," Qin Shu came in carrying a plastic bag, his face was still gentle and expressionless, and when he saw that he was awake, he explained thoughtfully, "I bought a thermometer, only mercury, so let's just take it. "

Lin Wu let out an "ah", met his gaze, and finally remembered the embarrassment slowly, and didn't know what to say.

His style of dealing with things has always been "don't say anything if you don't know what to say", skipping the greetings and acting on instinct - now his instinct is to hug Qin Shu and satisfy the clamoring desire for contact in his heart, regardless of their noisy The half-finished frame and the faint smell of heather in the air.

It's just human nature to reunite with each other—so he pulled down the quilt that was in the way, and stretched out his hand to Qin Shu.

Qin Shu seemed a little surprised, but he still sat on the edge of the bed as he wanted, allowing him to embrace him with his arms, and then naturally wrapped his arms around his back.

He slept the whole day, and didn't eat two bites of the last meal. When he sat up, he realized that his hands and feet were very weak, and he didn't have much strength to speak, as if he was rubbing out every word.

"Those words are lying to you, he didn't kiss me..." He still decided to clarify first, he didn't want to really let the angry words turn into bad blood between each other - but he also left half of it, and didn't mention Wang Han hitting him He was afraid that his brother would do something radical.

Qin Shu said "hmm", raised his hand to check the temperature of his forehead, and said softly, "I know, you've said it many times."

Still didn't intend to ask further questions... Lin Wu lowered his eyes, thinking with mixed feelings, hesitating whether he should "properly" reveal a little fact to test him, such as the drunkard rubbing his saliva on his face, or the The familiar suffocation play.

Before he had time to think of words, Qin Shu cleared his throat, as if he spoke after careful consideration, with a little bit of caution in his words: "Xiao Wu, why are you unhappy?"

Lin Wu was startled, and it took a few seconds to understand the meaning of his words. She raised her eyes in surprise, and just happened to bump into those black eyes, and was embraced by jerky tenderness.

"Isn't it because you didn't ask me..." He came back to his senses, and put his arms around Qin Shu's shoulders like a cat. The conversation also became more and more, "It's okay before, I know it's inconvenient for you to ask, but now we're all together, why do you still let me go-brother, do you know that your boyfriend has "ward rounds" of power."

"If you don't care about me like this and just wait for me to tell you, I will feel that you are not interested in me and don't need me."

He had already passed the time of brooding, and he didn't have too many emotional ups and downs when he talked about it. He just lowered his eyelashes, leaned on him and played with his fingers, deliberately pretending to be the most unbearable lonely look for Qin Shu, and paused for a few moments Seconds added: "I want to wait for you to realize this, but it seems too difficult for others, you are not good at these... But I have told you now, and you will definitely do it in the future. I can't tell whether you are spoiling me, or really..."

"Xiao Wu," the sincere joke was interrupted before it was finished—Qin Shu turned over his hands on his knees, and inserted his cold fingers into the gaps between his fingers one by one. , holding it a little bit firmly, but his tone was extremely soft, "I have been thinking these days, what reason should I use to find you."

It was a very inconsistent sentence, and the logic jumped to the point that he thought he was dreaming.

Lin Wu was startled, watching him clasping his hand tightly, and asked in a daze, "What?"

"Before you got on the plane, you said you missed me. Since then, I have been thinking about what reason I should use to buy a plane ticket to see you, so as not to appear too blunt-I didn't think about it for a few days, because there is no valid reason. , I just want to see you."

His tone is always calm, and his voice has a unique warm texture. He can tell love stories like some distant stories, making people sink into them unconsciously, touching the sincerity that has never been revealed to others.

"...It's not that I don't want to ask, but I want to ask too much." Qin Shu looked at the street lights that lit up outside the window, and paused with a wry smile. "I'm afraid that too much interference will make you uncomfortable, so I don't dare to ask." It's never a good thing to let yourself go and be too controlling over others—sorry, I probably still don't quite get the...emotional stuff."

Lin Wu raised his head, looked at his handsome silhouette under the dim light, saw something faint and tired passing by his eyes, and his heart beat suddenly.

Fascinated as if he saw it for the first time, he propped Qin Shu up on his knees, kissed his chin, then moved to the corner of his mouth, and interrupted him with a sticky little animal-like kiss.

You shouldn't belittle yourself.

Worrying too much on his own, making concessions on his own, but forgetting to consider whether the other party really needs this concession... In the end, they are all caught in the same vicious circle, just like he was afraid of Qin Shu's worry and chose to hide it. It may not be any better if you avoid talking about the dangers around you, and even suspect the other party in turn.

The difference is that he is delicate and sensual, grew up under Qin Shu's doting, knows what love is and possesses endless love - obviously he didn't teach it well, how can you blame a person who doesn't understand emotions for not being enlightened.

"I'm sick," he didn't straighten up until he made a faint tooth mark on Qin Shu's lower lip calmly, and met the other party's unclear gaze, and said without beginning and end, "I'm sick, so I can think wildly, I can get into a dead end, and I only think about half of the problem. But now that the illness is cured, this matter is over."

Qin Shu looked into his eyes and felt that he still had the next half of the sentence.

"Now what do you want to say, what do you want to ask, let's talk about it." Lin Wu really laughed, looked at him and said softly, "No hurry, you can ask as much as you want, we have plenty of time--brother, I will Answer your question well."

To answer you what is the love I want, what is the love I want to give you-and how hopelessly, unreservedly, and walking on eggshells I love you.