Two slow-moving people fall in love

Han Xuan placed the last piece of fruit, stood by the sink and sighed a long time.

The live broadcast of the game was going on in the living room. Players in white uniforms took off, and a set of smooth mid-air dodge levers made a successful layup. Immediately, excited cheers from the audience rang out on the TV.

During the intermission, the people watching TV lowered their voices and called him back: "Han Xuan?"

He responded, and his eyes began to wander in the kitchen. The cupboard happened to be next to him. He opened and closed the door, and opened it again within a few seconds, looking a little nervous.

Ye Yunyi's voice approached: "Do you want me to help?"

Shocked all over, he hurriedly closed the cabinet door, picked up the fruit plate and walked out.

"No, I cut it."

He put the fruit plate on the tea table, and as soon as he got up, Ye Yunyi fed him a piece of apple.

Han Xuan swallowed, and smiled at Ye Yunyi: "I'm going to wash up first."

"So early?"

"I was sweating when I was walking just now... I smell."

"Have it?"

Ye Yunyi raised her eyebrows, and suddenly stretched out her hand to pull him into her arms, "I'll smell it."

He buried his head and sniffed lightly beside Han Xuan's slender neck. His warm breath hit Han Xuan's throbbing carotid artery, as if penetrating through the skin and blood vessels, heating his blood.

Han Xuan tilted his head in vain, feeling that the heat was rapidly spreading through his limbs.

"Well, it has a taste." Ye Yunyi continued slowly: "It's sweet, a bit like fruit."

Han Xuan's breath was clearly audible by his ear, he let out a muffled laugh, suddenly took the piece of flesh in his mouth, and bit it lightly, full of flirting.

Sure enough, the breathing of the person in his arms was obviously suffocated.

Ye Yunyi glanced over his rapidly turning red face from the corner of her eye, and kissed on that blush.

"Why do you keep trying to hide from me?" His voice was gentle, with some illusion: "What are you afraid of?"

During the seven-day holiday, Han Xuan huddled in the study every day and couldn't come out, as if he wanted to live in the book. Later, he went back to the group for rehearsal, and he went early and left late, working harder than anyone else.

Ye Yunyi tried to talk, but it all ended with Han Xuan running away more and more hastily.

... No, it’s not all about escaping.

After observing these days, he could feel more and more what Han Xuan was afraid of.

He's worried about something, a guess, or a possibility.

But he didn't want to let himself know.

Han Xuan's breathing was disordered, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "...I..."

"It's okay," Ye Yunyi kissed on his lips, her tone became more gentle: "No matter what it is, I'm here with you. I won't leave."

Han Xuan suddenly raised his head and stared at him firmly. His eyes trembled violently, but his voice was soft: "You...won't leave?"

Ye Yunyi said: "No."

Han Xuan raised his head slightly and watched him quietly, as if he wanted to confirm something through this face.

His hand was still in the position it was when he was pulled into his arms, clutching Ye Yunyi's front.

After a while, the hands slowly loosened.

Han Xuan's gaze trembled and moved away from that face.

"……I went to take a shower."

He lowered his head, quickly adjusted his expression, and when he looked up again, he had the same smile on his face as usual: "It's nothing, don't worry."

Turn around and leave.

Ye Yunyi's intuition was wrong, so she called him: "Han Xuan."

Han Xuan stopped and turned around, "What's wrong?"

Ye Yunyi looked at his smiling face, with just the right amount of doubt in his eyes.

I can't see what's wrong.

"...It's okay, I'll call you."

Han Xuan gave him a funny look and went straight to the bedroom.

The intermission ended at some point, Ye Yunyi sat down slowly, and looked at the fruit plate on the table in the noisy background.

Cut apples have been exposed to the air for too long and have oxidized slightly, showing a spoiled color.

He forked a piece into his mouth, the flesh on the surface was limp and the taste was terrible.

Looking at the plate full of stale fruits, an inexplicable sense of urgency suddenly rose in his heart.