worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Until returning home, Song Ci still couldn't ignore the heartbeat at that moment.

Ji Huai was as usual, and said goodbye to him politely before parting.

After closing the door, Song Ci lay down on the sofa for a while, then got up again and pressed his legs and arms.

The practice time is too long, if you don't have a massage, you won't be able to get up the next day.

It wasn't until this moment that Song Ci felt that his bones were about to fall apart. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and came out wrapped in pajamas after washing.

Just then the doorbell rang.

Song Ci walked over to open the door, and Ji Huai stood outside the door, raising the coffee cup in his hand: "Sorry to bother you, I wanted to make a cup of coffee, but I ran out of coffee beans at home, may I ask if you have any coffee beans?" ?"

Song Ci was brushing his hair. Hearing this, he nodded and stepped aside to make way for him: "Yes, you come in first, and I'll help you find it."

After Ji Huai came in, Song Ci closed the door and went to the kitchen to find coffee beans.

Ji Huai stood by the dining table and put the cup on the table.

After a while, the wind was all over the sky, and it began to rain again, overwhelming and sputtering, as if the whole world was filled with the sound of rain.

The living room is connected to the balcony, and the window of the balcony is not closed tightly, and the cold wind keeps pouring in, as if trying to tear a hole in the warm room.

Ji Huai walked to the window, tightened the French window, and asked as if remembering something, "By the way, are you hungry?"

Song Ci was looking for coffee beans wholeheartedly. He remembered that he bought coffee beans last time, and there was still half a pack of coffee beans left to drink, and then he put them in a cabinet in the kitchen, but he couldn't find them now. Coupled with the heavy rain outside, sometimes accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning, Ji Huai couldn't hear Ji Huai's question clearly for a while.

He could only vaguely hear what he seemed to be saying.

Song Ci turned his head to look over, raised his voice and asked, "What did you say?"

Ji Huai walked to the door of the kitchen, leaned against the door, and repeated what he said just now, with a little smile in his voice: "I asked you if you were hungry."

The kitchen is semi-open and connected to the living room.

Song Ci tiptoed to open the top cabinet door, while answering his question: "I'm fine, not very hungry."

"I'm making supper," Ji Huai folded his hands, watching Song Ci struggling to reach the top cabinet door, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, he took two steps forward, came behind Song Ci, raised his hand , trying to help him take the beans down, "Do you want to eat together?"

Song Ci got the beans first, and felt Ji Huai's approach, and felt a little nervous for no reason, but he didn't know the reason.

Song Ci took the beans and turned around quickly, wanting to hand him the things, but he turned a bit too much, and he didn't even know how close Ji Huai was to him, so when he turned around, Ji Huai happened to freeze and lean over In the movement of reaching the cabinet door, the lips of the two just passed by and stuck together.

The feeling of that moment is indescribable.

Song Ci's eyes widened, and the beans in his hand almost fell.

Ji Huai was also taken aback for a moment, their eyes met and their breaths were intertwined.

The sound of rain outside seemed far away from them.

There was only the sound of the heartbeat accelerating, beat after beat, strong and powerful.

Can't tell whose it is.

Song Ci reacted, his cheeks seemed to have been scalded, and just about to back away, the room suddenly went dark.

All the lights are off.

The darkness crawled to every corner of the house, enveloping the two of them, magnifying all the tension, apprehension, youthfulness, and sweetness until it occupied all minds.

Song Ci was a little flustered, and subconsciously wanted to back away to see what was going on, but the next moment, the person in front of him suddenly approached, and the kiss that was about to part was further deepened.

His waist was also buckled.

Song Ci's eyes widened suddenly, and he murmured twice. As soon as his lips opened, Ji Huai's aura surged in strongly and domineeringly.

Strong and piping hot, like a glass of strong wine.

Song Ci's body went limp for a moment, but reason prevailed, and he reached out his hand to Ji Huai's shoulder.

Aware of Song Ci's resistance, Ji Huai did not continue the rash kiss, and backed away.

The breathing of both of them was a little unstable.

There was a strong wind blowing outside the window, inch by inch, as if it was about to blow off the roof.

The air conditioner is not turned on in the kitchen, so it should be cold, but the air is filled with scorching heat that makes people blush and heartbeat.

After a while, Ji Huai's voice sounded softly: "Sorry."

Song Ci simply didn't know how to react, his mind became so chaotic that he even lost the ability to think.

His fingertips were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Ji Huai why did he kiss him?

The first kiss was an accident, but what happened afterwards?

Why didn't he push him away in the first place?

Is it because he promised Ji Huai to go home together during the Chinese New Year to fool his family?

Then why was his heart beating so hard, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

Ji Huai's second sentence rang out very quickly: "I know that the behavior just now was very abrupt, I took advantage of you, you can beat or scold at will."

Song Ci took a light breath, his brain lacked oxygen, and the heat on his cheeks hadn't dissipated yet, spreading into a blush, even the roots of his ears were red.

But it's hard to see in the dark.

Ji Huai's Adam's apple rolled up and down gently, and his voice was low: "But if I do it again, I will still kiss you."

Song Ci was stunned for a moment: "..."

He clenched his fists hard, his body was like a taut string, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "Why?"

No words can describe Song Ci's mood at this time, he seems to be in a stormy sea, his thoughts are chaotic, and he can't figure out a clue.

Even he himself doesn't know what he really thinks, he seems to be very resistant to Ji Huai's answer, but there seems to be a hint of secret expectation.

In the darkness, Ji Huai opened his lips and was about to speak, but at this moment, the mobile phone that was casually placed aside rang, interrupting his words.

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been saved, turned around to touch the phone, and picked it up.

It was the property management who called, and the voice was full of apology: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, it rained heavily tonight, and there were some faults in the power transmission line. Because of the bad weather, there was no time to repair it. We can only wait until tomorrow. It may be disconnected tonight. One night."

No wonder there is a sudden power outage.

Song Ci: "It's okay, I'll just make it right."

The property manager expressed his apology again before hanging up the phone.

There was no sound of speech, and the room became extremely quiet again in an instant, and the movement of the wind and rain beating on the windows was particularly clear.

Song Ci closed his eyes, and just when he was about to force himself to find a random topic to explain the current situation, Ji Huai, who was standing behind, asked, "Is there a power outage?"

Song Ci gave a low hum.

Ji Huai paused for a few seconds, then said, "Wait a minute."

After saying this, he left.

Song Ci didn't know what he was going to do, so he turned around and took a look.

He didn't wait long before Ji Huai turned back and said, "I have electricity over there."

Song Ci was stunned: "Huh?"

Why is this blackout still optional?

"It should be that only your vertical residential line is faulty." Seeing that Song Ci hadn't reacted, Ji Huai barely restrained the urge to reach out and rub his hair, and smiled, "It's not the whole The power to the building is out."

Song Ci understood, and stammered, "So that's how it is."

"The power is out." Ji Huai stopped a few steps away from Song Ci, which was just a safe distance for a person, his voice was soft and slow, "then the air conditioner will not be able to turn on at night, it will be very cold. "

During the coldest winter in city A, the temperature is minus [-] or [-] degrees, and it is impossible to live without turning on the air conditioner at night, otherwise, when you wake up the next morning, you will become a fresh ice corpse.

Song Ci has been afraid of the cold since he was a child, and he doesn't like winter in particular. Hearing these two words now, he felt his jaw start to tremble, and he frowned sadly: "Then, let me cover myself with more quilts."

Ji Huai looked at him calmly: "Is the quilt enough?"

Of course that is not enough, Song Ci can only rely on the air conditioner to hang the dog's life in winter, and he is like an ice cube, no matter how many quilts are covered, he can't keep warm, as if he has lost his own creation Like the ability to heat.

But what if it is not enough?

He can't make electricity either.

Song Ci became more worried, and said out of conscience: "Enough."

Ji Huai looked at him: "I heard that the temperature at night is twenty degrees below zero."

The wind beat against the windows, making a low whimper.

The wind seemed to pass straight through the window and hit Song Ci's back, which made him shiver all over. Not only his teeth were shivering, but even his back was cold.

Song Ci swallowed: "Then I"

Ji Huai added: "I read the news this morning. It is said that a homeless man froze to death under the bridge last night."

Song Ci: "!"

Is it so scary!

At this moment, he was almost terrified, the coolness almost climbed up the limbs along the tailbone, and entered the bottom of his heart all the way, it seemed that even the bones had seen ice, and his face was pale.

Observing Song Ci's reaction, Ji Huai felt that the heat was almost ready, so he suggested, "I have a spare guest room in my house, or you will spend the whole night?"

Song Ci didn't quite react, he had no other thoughts in his mind at this moment, he was completely frozen, and then stupidly said: "Wouldn't it be too much trouble for you?"

The corners of Ji Huai's lips curved slightly imperceptibly, but he quickly suppressed that line of curvature, as if he was afraid of Song Ci's repentance, and spoke quickly: "No, let's go."

Song Ci: "..."

Wait, what did he promise?Did he really promise him?