Comparable species

That day, Qi Yan and Xia Shishen drove for nearly two hours and came to a furniture market that had just opened.

Probably because of the new opening and the location is too far away, there are much fewer people inside than Qi Yan imagined. Walking in through the automatic door, the cool wind rushed in along his collar, and Qi Yan pulled his collar up.

"Which floor is the dining table on?" Qi Yan looked around, but couldn't find anything like a sign. He wanted to look at the sign in the middle of the hall, but he was grabbed by someone as soon as he took two steps.

Xia Shishen stretched out his hand to grab Qi Yan who was walking forward with his head sullen, and put his ring finger into the pocket of the sweater.

"Just go shopping." Xia Shishen said.

They really walked around for a long time, from the first floor to the seventh floor, and looked around almost every corner, but in the end they didn't buy anything.

Qi Yan took a fancy to a small gray marble dining table with light gold metal trim. The table is square and square, just enough to seat two people.

"How about this one?" Qi Yan touched it twice, glanced at the price tag on the side, and retracted his hand.

"Forget it." Qi Yan looked at Xia Shishen, and said in a low voice, "It's too expensive."

"It's not expensive." Xia Shishen stretched out his hand and touched the sharp corner of the table lightly, "But your grandma will be very inconvenient in a wheelchair."

Xia Shishen's mask was worn very high, and Qi Yan could only see his eyes, which were soft and soft.

The interlocking hands in the pockets tightened even more, Qi Yan smiled and said softly: "That's right."

The two went up and down the escalator until the furniture market became more and more crowded, then they returned to the parking lot and went to the set.

It was getting late, and because there were no neon lights around, the stars in the sky were particularly bright, like glass beads poured into a plate and sparkling.The set where Xia Shishen was filming was probably really biased. The flat road suddenly bumped after passing an intersection, and the wheels sank into small pits one after another, and then climbed up again, over and over again.

Qi Yan turned his head, Xia Shishen had no expression on his face, and the broken hair that fell on his forehead trembled.

As if aware of his gaze, Xia Shishen turned his face slightly.

"Your hair is shaking." Qi Yan said.

The wheel ran into a slightly bigger hole, Xia Shishen turned his head, looked at him for a long time before saying, "So is the flesh on your face."

Qi Yan subconsciously covered his face. He wanted to see his own reflection on the glass window, but just as he turned his back, he heard Xia Shishen's light laughter.

Qi Yan turned around quickly, Xia Shishen's mouth was still curled up, and he caught him straight.

"You snicker."

"No." Xia Shishen answered him.

"I saw you smiling." After Qi Yan finished speaking, he added: "And I heard it just now."

Probably because the evidence was convincing, Xia Shishen rarely argued with him, Qi Yan didn't want to disturb his driving, so he sat down on the seat, staring sideways at the neatly arranged and rapidly receding telephone poles outside the window.

After a while, the car stopped in front of a small white building. Qi Yan knew that Xia Shishen would be filming at night, so he lowered his head and said while unbuttoning his seat belt: "Which floor is the room on? Give me the key, and I'll go up by myself."

Qi Yan raised his head to pick up the key, but found that Xia Shishen was looking down at him, as if he wanted to say something.

"You're very thin." Xia Shishen said suddenly, and what he said seemed a little thoughtless.

"I was just joking."

Qi Yan found that Xia Shishen would look into his eyes when he spoke, making people unconsciously ignore the content of his words and only feel sincere.

"Why can't I understand what you're talking about?" Qi Yan said.

"There's no flesh shaking on your face."

"And I think you're too thin." Xia Shishen said something, and the ending seemed lengthy in the dark night. He pursed his lips before saying, "So, don't be angry."

The light in the car was very dim. After Xia Shishen finished speaking, he stared at Qi Yan, as if confirming his reaction.

There was no expression on Xia Shishen's face, but Qi Yan felt that he was a little pitiful for no reason.

"I'm not angry." After Qi Yan finished speaking, he found that Xia Shishen didn't respond, so he moved forward and kissed Xia Shishen lightly on the face.

"Really not." Qi Yan moved away a little, his eyes sparkling.

But Xia Shishen didn't seem to believe it.

That night, Qi Yan and Xia Shishen said good night to each other, turned off the light, and they lay on the bed, Qi Yan could hear Xia Shi's deep and shallow breathing.

He turned over and put his fingers on Xia Shishen's forearm. The moment they touched, Xia Shishen's steady breathing rhythm was disrupted.

The skin on Qi Yan's body was cool and smooth, and it was very comfortable to hold in his arms, especially in summer.But when Xia Shishen hugged him for the first time, he frowned. Xia Shishen lowered his head, touched his neck with his fingers, and asked him if he would feel cold in winter.

Qi Yan's face was pressed against Xia Shishen's shoulder, and there was a burst of heat that seemed to be absent.

"I'm not angry today, because I don't want to affect your driving." Qi Yan's fingers slipped, and he held Xia Shishen's index finger.

"How can I get angry so easily." Qi Yan put Xia Shishen's hand on his stomach, and continued: "What you said before is much more than this, and I'm not angry at all."

With a movement of Xia Shishen's body, he propped himself up on the bed and sat up, Qi Yan could vaguely see his silhouette.

"I don't know if you are angry." Xia Shishen paused, and then said, "Because you didn't smile."

Qi Yan also sat up: "Then I can't keep giggling."

"What expression do you mean you are angry?" Xia Shishen asked him.

"...It's hard to say."

"Then give me some conclusions tomorrow." Xia Shishen lay down again, pulled Qi Yan down, and put his arms around his waist.

"The video version is best." Xia Shishen buried his head in the crest of his neck, and his breath fell on his skin, making it itchy.

Qi Yan shrank his neck unconsciously. He wanted to turn over, but the strength of the hoop around his waist was too great, preventing him from moving.Xia Shishen raised his head slightly, rubbed the tip of his nose against Qi Yan's earlobe, and stroked his brow bone with his fingers.

"You...don't you have to get up early tomorrow?" Qi Yan's voice was intermittent, like a tide secretly surging in the darkness.

Xia Shi hummed deeply, he turned over and pressed Qi Yan under him, and kissed his bare skin from his chin to his lower abdomen.

Qi Yan wanted to push him, but he didn't have any strength in his limbs, and the fingers holding Xia Shishen's shoulder were neither light nor heavy, as if he wanted to refuse and welcome.

Xia Shi held Qi Yan's slender ankle deeply, his thumb brushed over the protruding ankle bone, Xia Shishen lowered his head, and kissed him.

"But I can't help it." Xia Shishen stood up at the end of the bed, raised his legs, and said to him in a hoarse voice.

A second before Qi Yan closed his eyes, he saw the light coming from the gap in the curtains. He didn't know how long he and Xia Shishen had been tossing, but he felt that his hanging legs were still trembling uncontrollably.

Qi Yan vaguely felt that Xia Shishen was holding him, and sat up not long after, pulling the quilt for him.

After a while, she kissed him on the eyelid.