Chapter 44

The sound of raindrops gradually became lighter.

Although the mudslide did not cause any casualties, it buried some houses and nearby victims needed to be temporarily relocated until the site was cleaned up and the mountain was reinforced.

Under the guidance of the rescue team, everyone went down the mountain in an orderly manner. Xiao Ziyu came out of the tent with red eyes and lips.

Luo Li was startled: "Brother Xiao, where were you just now? When our crew counted the number of people, you were the only one not there."

Xiao Ziyu wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, his breathing still a little unstable: "I just went to the tent to rest for a while."

Luo Li asked carefully: "Brother Xiao, are you crying? Are you scared..."

Xiao Ziyu took a deep breath. He was still panicking. He didn't care about the embarrassment. "Well..."

He looked up inadvertently and saw Zhou Qilin looking over here. He was the only one in the crew who saw Yuan Heng appear here. Xiao Ziyu felt inexplicably guilty and was the first to look away.

The path down the mountain was slippery, so the rescue team divided them into several teams. In order to avoid being discovered by the crew, Yuan Heng did not go with Xiao Ziyu, but mixed in with the last team and went down the mountain with the villagers.

Xiao Ziyu found it funny to think that he, an actor and the president of a company, had to act like a coward in such an environment. But then he changed his mind and touched the corners of his still swollen lips. He felt funny but also angry. Yuan Heng really brought this upon himself. I managed to taste all the twists and turns in just a few seconds.

Being mentally unstable is a big taboo. Xiao Ziyu felt that he had committed too many taboos. He forced himself to divert his attention and stared blankly at the wet grass and trees on the roadside.

When Yuan Heng pressed forward, he instinctively wanted to resist, but the opponent knew his weakness too well and made him lose all his strength in a breath. Xiao Ziyu blushed as he thought of a possibility. Maybe Yuan Heng had not lost his memory at all? Otherwise, how would he know that he could not stand having the tip of his tongue sucked, and knew that he would go limp if his upper palate was just licked.

He didn't dare to think about what had just happened. His relationship with Yuan Heng was already ambiguous, and the other party just added fuel to the fire, and he became furious. It was as if a certain reaction had become an instinct ingrained in his bones, and he couldn't restrain himself, which was really wrong.

And after all, he is not Xiao Ziyu of this world.

Yuan Heng had no previous memories, so the one who made him impulsive should have been the original "Xiao Ziyu", not him.

Xiao Ziyu followed the team down in a daze. With things on his mind, his body's reaction was not quick enough. He tripped over a broken log and almost fell.

Luo Li, who was standing beside him, supported him and asked worriedly, "Brother Xiao, are you okay?"

Xiao Ziyu shook his head. His cell phone rang again. It was a message from Yuan Heng: Watch the road.

Yuan Heng: If you don’t have enough physical strength, I don’t mind carrying you down the mountain.

Xiao Ziyu turned around suddenly, and the team was circling behind him, so he couldn't see Yuan Heng's shadow. Thinking that the other person was watching his every move, and whether he had seen him touching his lips and staring blankly, he suppressed his shame and replied: Don't.

Yuan Heng stopped threatening him. Xiao Ziyu put away his phone and concentrated on going down the mountain.

The half-hour mountain road took two hours to walk. We had been working since early yesterday morning and were all very tired. The crew booked a hotel in the nearby urban-rural fringe area and prepared to rest for a day.

There were too many villagers who needed to be settled, and a long queue formed in the yard of the hotel. Xiao Ziyu endured the sleepiness and sent a message to Yuan Heng: You go back first.

Yuan Heng replied quickly: What’s going on?

Yuan Heng: Only villagers can be accommodated first. I am from another place and I don’t have a labor contract with the crew, so I might not even get a room in the hotel.

Xiao Ziyu was just about to say drive, but then he remembered that Yuan Heng had just returned from Europe, had been awake for more than thirty hours, and had driven all the way here. He must have been at his limit. He could even feel the stubble on his chin when they kissed just now.

About 50% of Yuan Heng's two sentences were meant to be pitiful, but he ultimately succumbed to his conscience and gave up, saying: You can come to my room.

After saying that, he added, making his statement even more obvious: Nothing can be done.

So after everyone in the crew went back to their rooms to rest, Yuan Heng calmly knocked on Xiao Ziyu's door.

"Come in quickly." Xiao Ziyu opened the door a crack and pulled the person in.

Yuan Heng was in a state of disgrace, but he was still in the mood to joke: "Don't you think you look a bit like an adulterer?"

Xiao Ziyu had just finished taking a shower and was wrapped in the hotel's bath towel, with his wet hair loose, which really gave him a somewhat intimate look. But he was so tired that he couldn't even steal the delicacies from the mountains and the sea: "You go take a shower, I want to sleep first."

The room was very simple, with only a table and a single bed. Yuan Heng pushed open the bathroom door and took a look. As expected, there were no extra towels.

He has always been particular, but at this moment he couldn't care less, "Give me your towel."

Xiao Ziyu had already climbed onto the bed, pulling at a corner of the bath towel as if he was defending his own piece of land: "What are you doing?"

"There's only one towel here," Yuan Heng said, "and I don't have any change of clothes, unless you don't mind me lying naked on the bed."

Xiao Ziyu: “…”

He handed the wet bath towel to Yuan Heng, then huddled into the quilt like an ostrich and barely changed into his pajamas and pants.

How did it become like this? Xiao Ziyu buried himself in the quilt and thought unintelligently that the person who had just vowed to stay away from him now swaggered into his cordon. It seemed as if something was holding him back from Yuan Heng, just as he could clearly feel Zhou Qilin's unusual gaze towards him, yet he could still keep a polite distance.

Maybe it was because he was too tired, Xiao Ziyu sleepily found an excuse for himself, that Yuan Heng was too good at taking advantage of others.

The bathroom in the guesthouse was very simple, the shower head was not powerful enough, and there were yellow stains in the corners. Yuan Heng squeezed out half a bag of shampoo and rubbed his hair. The fatigue from dozens of hours of running around was washed away a little by the water.

He sent a text message to Qi Huai, asking someone to buy a set of clean clothes and send it over. After that, he could take two days off and arrange his own itinerary.

He dried himself with the damp bath towel and tried to wrap it around his body, but it was too wide across his chest and back, and the front was wide open, making him look extremely immodest.

When he was bored and finished studying all the disposable toothpastes and toothbrushes in the bathroom, Qi Huai arrived. Yuan Heng wrapped the towel around his waist, took the clothes, and looked disdainful: "Where did you buy this ugly thing?"

Qi Huai complained: "There are no large shopping malls nearby. Apart from street stalls, only department stores sell clothes."

Yuan Heng: "Yes, I can go to the stall after I put it on."

Qi Huai completed the task in a daze and got away before his boss could find further fault with him.

Yuan Heng changed his clothes and returned to the room, but there was no movement on the bed. Xiao Ziyu was sunken in the white quilt, with only a thin layer of clothing left. If it weren't for his long hair sticking out, his human form wouldn't have been recognizable at all.

Yuan Heng walked forward and touched his hair; it was wet. He said, "Xiao Ziyu, get up and dry your hair."

The person under the quilt didn't move. I don't know if he was asleep.

Yuan Heng went back to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, then returned to the bedside and started blowing the hair. Xiao Ziyu only trembled slightly, but didn't make any big noise.

The hair dryer is of poor quality and makes a noise like a broken gong. If you don't even open your eyes, you are probably just pretending. Yuan Heng did not expose him. He stared at Xiao Ziyu's thin face, as if he could see a flower in it.

He knew that he was a little too eager, and with Xiao Ziyu's cautious nature, he would definitely not give in. Yuan Heng grasped the soft long hair in his hand. In his previous life, this person wanted to leave him even if he died. If he were to find out in this life that he still had memories and was clearly the same person in his previous life, would he be so scared that he would never get close to him again?

I will never let him caress me like this again.

Xiao Ziyu closed his eyes tightly and the sound of the hair dryer stopped. Then a corner of the quilt was lifted, the mattress beside him sank, and Yuan Heng lay down.

The bed was one and a half meters wide, and he only occupied the corner. However, Yuan Heng was too overbearing and lay down with his long arms and legs, occupying most of the other half, keeping him warm.

Xiao Ziyu must be well aware of Yuan Heng's personality. He was used to being flamboyant, and always wanted to keep things tightly in his hands. He never knew how to write the word "euphemistically".

He opened up his heart and recalled bit by bit the past two months he had spent with Yuan Heng. The day and night together in the crew, the sunrise seen in the hospital, the soles of the feet warmed by medicinal wine, the house in the blue sea, the risk-taking after the wire broke, the more he thought about it, the more confused and frightened he became. It turned out that he and Yuan Heng had accumulated some friendship without realizing it.

Until Yuan Heng's kiss broke this hazy and ambiguous state.

Xiao Ziyu considers himself not a indecisive person. He admits that in his previous life, he had developed some inappropriate feelings for this good and evil Crown Prince. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken so long to carry out the mission, wouldn't have subconsciously stabbed the sword off target, and wouldn't have been imprisoned for many years still hoping that Yuan Heng would stop killing.

When he made every choice in favor of Yuan Heng, the result was the destruction of Shu Kingdom and the whereabouts of his master who had nurtured and taught him since childhood were unknown.

He knew that the King of Shu was arrogant and extravagant, and used his master's sect to force him to complete the task, so he deserved to die, but he also could not accept that Yuan Heng had personally made this happen.

So he could only deal with it, but dared not admit it. When morality and emotion conflicted, he didn't know what to do.

Xiao Ziyu pressed the ends of his hair with his hands and bit them in his mouth. His heart was in a tangle before he could untie it, but he felt Yuan Heng turn over greatly, stretch out his long arms and pull him into his arms.

Xiao Ziyu was stiff at first, then he realized and tried to pry the big hand from his waist, "Let go."

Yuan Heng's voice came from above his head, his breath sweeping across the back of his neck: "Are you not asleep?"

Xiao Ziyu was annoyed: "What does it have to do with you whether I sleep or not?"

Yuan Heng rarely lost his temper: "Then it's none of your business if I hug you."

Xiao Ziyu was silent, feeling inexplicably aggrieved: "Yuan Heng, have you ever thought that if we encountered a mudslide on the way here, everything would be over."

Yuan Heng whispered, "I was wondering, if you were buried, who would I ask to give my necklace to?"

Xiao Ziyu's voice trembled: "Now that you've come, do you regret it?"

Yuan Heng tightened his arms, his tone still arrogant: "I have never done anything I regret."

Xiao Ziyu was restrained so tightly that he couldn't move or utter a word.

Yuan Heng didn't intend to let him go, "Xiao Ziyu, what would you think if I was buried?"

Xiao Ziyu said honestly: "I might feel guilty."

Yuan Heng said: "Having too high a sense of morality is not necessarily a good thing. This is just my wishful thinking and has nothing to do with you."

He changed the subject: "Unless you let me ask for something sweet."

Xiao Ziyu didn't understand his logic and asked faintly, "What are you asking for?"

The big hand on his waist exerted force and Yuan Heng turned him over. The two of them were facing each other, so close that their breathing was intertwined.

Xiao Ziyu subconsciously wanted to escape, but was blocked by those hands. Yuan Heng stared into his eyes: "No matter what you are worried about, I will not retreat."

"How long?" Xiao Ziyu asked.

This was originally a question without a beginning or an end, but Yuan Heng understood it: "It's enough for you to die once and come back to life again."

Xiao Ziyu was stimulated by his metaphor, and his lips opened in shock. Then he felt Yuan Heng lift up the hair that fell by his ears, and patiently put them behind his ears one by one. After finally cleaning the face, Yuan Heng held his ear and kissed him again.

This time the kiss was no longer without any hints, but Xiao Ziyu's hands and feet were still stiff, and everything from the hair by his ears to the bones in his flesh and blood turned into a pool of water.

Yuan Heng attacked Xiao Ziyu's lips and tongue, but put his big hand behind his head, slowly laid Xiao Ziyu flat, pushed his knees apart with his thighs, and pressed his whole body on him.

Because his kisses were not gentle enough and he had no patience every time, Xiao Ziyu never learned how to breathe. When he couldn't hold his breath anymore, he would whimper and clench his fists against his shoulders.

Yuan Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he kept asking for it a second and third time. After several times, Xiao Ziyu completely lost the ability to resist. He lay limp in the quilt, gasping for breath, and he didn't even have the strength to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yuan Heng's big hand touched his waist again. Xiao Ziyu's voice became hoarse and his eyes became red. He opened his mouth again but said, "Don't..."

Yuan Heng stared at his face, breathing heavily, like a lion that had been hungry for more than ten days seeing freshly devoured prey. In the end, he was pushed away by Xiao Ziyu's soft and powerless hands.

He hugged her again, pressed her from top to bottom, and wiped the corners of Xiao Ziyu's eyes with his thumb: "Why are you crying? You made me worry. You owe me this."

Xiao Ziyu turned his head away speechlessly. It was Yuan Heng who was wishful thinking, but he was the one who owed the debt. But he really didn't have the energy to refute, so he could only close his eyes and let himself kiss Yuan Heng's Adam's apple: "Is that enough?"

There was a small pink mark on the skin of the throat. The Adam's apple slid and then fell back into the mark steadily. Yuan Heng said in a moist voice: "I'll let you go this time, but I won't be so easy to talk to next time."

Take a break tomorrow, see you on Tuesday~