Juliet Tower

Twilight spilled over the cypress floors, and they stepped into the clean reflection of the setting sun.

Qiao Yumian's suitcase was still thrown in the yard, An Jiayu took off his thin jacket, and at the same time took off his own coat.Then they can get closer and feel the two heartbeats that stick together.

They kissed in disjointed gasps, asking each other for comfort.

Familiar force, familiar angle, An Jiayu has his familiar little habits, he will unconsciously ruffle his hair during kissing, and his right hand will naturally look for his left hand, caressing his little finger.When breathing, he will be a little irritable, and even hum a small nasal sound.

In the collapsing world, Qiao Yumian's falling heart was slowly caught by him like this, and he let go of the terrifying strength, and fell into the boundless softness, like a cloud, like the forehead of a white whale, like a cloth that radiates The softener-scented blanket is like a cell membrane between solid and liquid.

Just like it.

For him, there is no material softness in this world that can compare with An Jiayu's love.

"Qiao Yumian." An Jiayu's lips rubbed against his, every word was vibrated slightly, his teeth were still chattering, he grabbed Qiao Yumian's hand and pressed it to his chest, where the beating was violent, accompanied by a determined whisper, "I love you. I love you."

The distance was too close, and Qiao Yumian's vision was blurred, but he could clearly feel the temperature, breath, and taste belonging to the two of them were gradually integrated by the residual warmth of the setting sun.

He had a headache to the point that his entire cranial cavity was throbbing, his tears could not be stopped at all, the water in his body slipped from his eye sockets together with his thinking ability, all he could hear was An Jiayu solemnly calling his name and saying that he loved him.

Endless long kisses gradually devoured his consciousness. He rubbed against An Jiayu's neck, licked the dark red piano kiss, followed the temperature from the bottom of the woolen sweater to An Jiayu's hot back, the sides of the spine were thin The texture of his body contracted with the touch of his cold fingers, An Jiayu shook, but hugged him even tighter.

They slid down the wall, and he was pressed against An Jiayu's hot chest. When his skin was hot, the smell also came out, it was a ripe apple full of juice.He kisses, bites, and wants to swallow him, together with his never-losing temperature, as if enjoying the last warmth before the end of chaos.

His hands lingered on his smooth belly and side waist. It was unknown whether his fingers had grown longer or the person had lost too much weight, as if they could easily be held in the palm of his hand.

"Well, wait..." An Jiayu stopped gently stroking, squeezed his chin hard and straightened his head, panting again and again, but frowned, "Little Qiao... why are you shaking so much, you are so hot ...is it uncomfortable?"

Maybe it's because I'm going to be melted by you.

Qiao Yumian leaned against the wall and raised her head, her breath became heavier and her consciousness began to wander, as if she was about to evaporate in An Jiayu's scorching body temperature.He hoped never to wake up, so he wouldn't have to face anything.He couldn't solve this problem, so he evaded and gave up.

Ignoring An Jiayu's questioning, he used brute force to wrap around the naked body in front of him, with his strong heartbeat on his forehead, and he could open his mouth to bite the hazy light red in front of his eyes when he raised his head a little.

"Uh..." An Jiayu's voice was raised, and she hugged his head unconsciously, laying it next to his ear, with her teeth clamping around his earlobe, her ribs heaving violently.

They seem to be retaliating against something, maybe it's the unnecessary persistence over the years, or maybe it's fate deliberately making things difficult.

His elbows and the back of his head hit the wall from time to time, An Jiayu's knees were rubbed red by the floor, his eyes were distracted, and they gathered again. They fell side by side on the floor of the entrance. After venting, his mind went blank, giving sleepiness a chance, Qiao Yumian Could barely keep my eyes open.

An Jiayu propped up her body: "Xiao Qiao?" The hair tie had long since disappeared, and the tiny hair was stuck to her cheeks by sweat, and the thin red was still burning on the surface of the skin.He stretched out a hand to touch Qiao Yumian's forehead, his voice was a little hoarse, "You really have a fever, stop making trouble, go upstairs to my room."

He was pulled up from the floor and followed An Jiayu's side in a daze. From his blurred vision, he saw that An Jiayu's belly and legs were still stained with ambiguous marks that had not been cleaned.

He was thrown into the soft bed, and the fluffy pillows were squeezed to give off a drying aroma.

An Jiayu dug out the thermometer and ibuprofen from the kitchen locker, and when she returned to the room, Qiao Yumian was already unconscious.

The ear temperature is 38°4. I don't know if it was frightened by those messy hot searches or the bumpy journey, or both.

When feeding the medicine, Qiao Yumian was very obedient.

An Jiayu soaked the towel in hot water to clean up the dirt on his skin. He quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, then ran to the downstairs hallway to wipe the floor, opened the doors and windows to ventilate thoroughly, and finally stuffed the messy clothes into the washing machine.

After tossing and getting a little hungry, there was a cheese sandwich sealed in the refrigerator. He baked it in the oven for 5 minutes, stuffed a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, and heated another glass of milk and brought it upstairs.

He gently pushed Qiao Yumian's shoulder, the man just frowned slightly, and hummed lightly in his nose, it seemed that he couldn't wake up.

The faint light of the night lamp fell on Qiao Yumian's face, An Jiayu sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him, couldn't help reaching out and gently rubbing his plump lower lip.I don't know if it's because of the fever, the skin is red and crisp, and the lips that have just been kissed for a long time can be seen to be slightly congested.

Fingers slide down the full forehead, gently slide over the straight and delicate nasal bone, naturally deep and melancholy eyes, clean and smooth jaw, and stop at the protruding Adam's apple.Qiao Yumian's skin is extremely fair, coupled with her delicate facial features, she seemed a little obedient and weak when she was a child, but now that she is a little more mature, her gentle and harmless temperament prevails when she lowers her eyes.

But that's from the front.

Once he turned sideways or raised his head, he would reveal a bit of stubbornness in his bones.When the slightly sharp-shaped Adam's apple rolls up and down, it is a direct hormonal attack, and the sexiness is beyond measure.And here, it happens to be his sensitive spot, even if he is accidentally touched, he can't help but swallow continuously...

The quiet night brought them back to that small dormitory, where he could look at him earnestly and greedily without any scruples.

Many years ago, on a similar night, Qiao Yumian stayed in his dormitory because of a fever.

After that, he couldn't count how many times he stared at this sleeping face in a daze.

An Jiayu threw off her slippers, lay down next to him through the quilt, unconsciously raised her left hand to the moon outside the window, and looked over and over again.

In my memory, Qiao Yumian had never cried like this.

On the night of his 17th birthday, he was slapped with a swollen cheek and forced to pick up exercise books that were thrown out the window in his slippers in full view of the public.

In the winter of that year, he took out a certificate that his mother was diagnosed with an incurable disease.

His broken fingers were so painful that he could not sleep at night, and he experienced many times of near-death torture due to panic attacks.

At that time Qiao Yumian shed tears, either calm, or tired, or wronged or dazed.

But there has never been a time when I was so presumptuous, I cried so much that I felt hopeless, as if I could never see tomorrow again.

An Jiayu looked at his hand over and over, and then turned to look at Qiao Yumian, his breathless words lingered in his mind: your hand, your hand.

This even gave people an illusion that Qiao Yumian needed this hand more than himself, and he was relying on this hand to support something.

An Jiayu could kiss his side cheek with a light touch.

That being the case, from now on, no matter what he needs this hand to support him, it will be fine.

Qiao Yumian opened her eyes, still a little confused between reality and fantasy.

An Jiayu's sleep was as beautiful as ever, as if none of this had happened, they had never parted, they had never experienced pain.

It's just that there is a ring of light red tooth marks around the piano kiss...

Qiao Yumian woke up with a start and realized that she was sleeping on An Jia's fish bed.

He rubbed his head, the messy scenes from yesterday came flooding back, the clear picture was only until he was sitting outside the gate, and he was a little unsure which part was real and which was a dream... He turned sideways and propped up his elbow , gently lifted the quilt, and then lifted An Jiayu's pajamas.

No dream, the messy hickey and bite marks are still there.

Maybe it was cold, An Jiayu turned over and hugged him with a hum, and subconsciously stroked his back, as if to comfort him.

Just when Qiao Yumian was still trying to remember what step they did yesterday, and whether they should wake people up, the phone connected to the charger on the table suddenly started to vibrate crazily.

An Jiayu struggled to open his eyes and touched the head of the bed, tugged the phone and handed it to him, then closed his eyes again.

"Hey, Qiao Yumian!!!!" Su Ruike's shout almost made his ears ring, "Where did you go? Why aren't you at home!! Are you still alive!!!!"

"Alive..." He replied guiltily.Before the plane took off, he realized that he had forgotten to ask for leave, and hastily sent a WeChat message to his colleagues saying that he would return to China first, and he ignored anyone until now.

"Okay, just stay alive. I'm going to call the police. Call your manager yourself... Sigh, this is just a model of beating a worker..."

"Sorry, next time I will say hello in advance." Hearing this tone, nothing happened, after all, the matter has been dealt with almost, and he was supposed to return home this weekend.

"Next time? Can't solve the problem this time? You're not with An Jiayu?" Su Rui raised her voice involuntarily, "Do you want me to help you? Why are you both so grown up... ..."

"Yes. It can be resolved." Qiao Yumian saw that An Jiayu had been completely woken up by Su Ruike, "Let's do this first. Bye."

An Jiayu sat up and touched his forehead: "Well, it doesn't burn anymore. It's really good overnight." Then he stretched and pointed to the bathroom, "You wash up, there are toothbrushes and towels, I'll go downstairs."

The author says:

I have a fever.So only to third base.Let's talk about sleep.