Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Shallow Self-Control

Seeing Zhou Boye extending his hand towards him, Jiang Yuxia Ya curled his lips and ran towards him.

The thick fog in the early morning was left behind, and the cool water vapor spread on the skin. The brain, which was originally occupied by sleepiness, gradually became clear. I thought that I didn’t think much about Zhou Boye, until he really appeared in front of me, I realized that missing someone was such a powerful thing.

Zhou Boye held Jiang Yuxia in his arms, and the person in his arms was also immersed in the coolness of the morning.

Jiang Yuxia is not a person who is good at expressing his emotions, and his expressions are always reserved. He originally thought that saying the two words "I miss you" was his most outward way of expressing himself, but he never expected that one day someone would run towards him like this.

Joy filled his heart, and he put his arms around Jiang Yuxia's waist and back, holding him close to him.

Jiang Yuxia rested her chin on his shoulder, pursed her lips and looked a little unkind. She sniffed his scent, a familiar one. A thin layer of red appeared under her eyes, just like a cat.

Zhou Boye smiled and said, "It seems that what you said about missing me is true."

Jiang Yuxia didn't say anything, but she nuzzled Zhou Boye's neck. Zhou Boye nuzzled the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. It was hard to describe the feeling at that moment. He thought, somewhat shamelessly, that Jiang Yuxia could have killed him right now.

If I don't see you for a day, I miss you like crazy. The ancients were not wrong.

Jiang Yuxia took a step back, exiting his embrace, and looked up at him, as if to confirm it was him. After their eyes met, he asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Boye wanted to laugh. It was a bit late to ask this question now.

Jiang Yuxia didn't wait for him to speak. Her cat-like eyes cautiously glanced around. She grabbed Zhou Boye's wrist and pulled him inside. "Let's go in first."

Last time, such a small incident caused such a stir. If Zhou Boye and him were photographed hugging each other, the Internet would be in an uproar again. He didn't want to get involved in such unnecessary trouble.

Zhou Boye obediently let him lead him away. The hand holding his wrist went from being slightly cold to being slightly warm. He lowered his eyes and took a look. The slender fingers were wrapped around his wrist, and the blue veins were visible on the fair skin. He must have used some strength, so there was a thin layer of blood on the knuckles of his fingers.

Zhou Boye watched seriously. He didn't dare to look up, fearing that he wouldn't be able to wait long enough to get to the room. To be exact, he was only separated from losing control by a very thin layer of self-control that would break at the slightest touch.

Neither of them said a word from the elevator to the door of the room. It was so quiet that it was a little weird, and the atmosphere was so tense that the air became tense.

"drop".

When the door card rang, no one knew who made the first move. The two of them pressed their lips together, and disordered breathing sounds were heard in the room.

Zhou Boye's hand was protecting the back of Jiang Yuxia's head, but his body was pressing him against the wooden door. His other hand was also not honest, pinching his waist to control him.

Zhou Boye's body still had a bit of the dampness of the morning mist, which felt a little cold on Jiang Yuxia's skin. He opened his eyes and looked at him, only to be met with a pair of dark eyes. Desire surged from his eyes like a flood that had just broken through a dam.

Jiang Yuxia couldn't see his own eyes, but he thought his should be similar.

A warm tongue licked his pursed lips. Jiang Yuxia slowly closed his eyes and obediently opened his lips. The next moment, the disordered breathing sounds in the room were mixed with moisture.

They were only separated from the door by a door, and the soundproofing in this hotel was average. If they had been a little later, people outside might have heard something.

But no one cared, both of them followed their instinct and indulged in it. The black T-shirt that Jiang Yuxia had just put on was thrown on the ground in a mess, next to Zhou Boye's windbreaker. His hand was still pinching his waist, but this time there was no layer of cloth in between, and his hot palm was pressed tightly against it.

Jiang Yuxia was lying on the bed, her hands subconsciously around Zhou Boye's neck.

Zhou Boye's black hair hung down on Jiang Yuxia's neck, tickling her. He suddenly stopped moving, and when he looked up again, his inky eyes were slightly red. He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Yuxia on the lips, his voice lowered a little, "Is it okay?"

Jiang Yuxia paused, said "hmm" softly, then raised her arm to cover her eyes, as if she was a little embarrassed to look him in the eye. The parts of her arms that were not covered had already turned a thin layer of red and were sweaty, like melting snow.

Zhou Boye's eyes were almost on fire. He stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Yuxia's arm away, placed a kiss on his eyes, and smiled maliciously, "Well, is it okay or not? Aren't you afraid of leaving marks?"

Jiang Yuxia frowned slightly, as if she felt Zhou Boye was a little nagging. She raised her hand and placed it behind Zhou Boye's head, pressed him towards her, and kissed him.

Zhou Boye smiled softly, lifted him up by the waist, let him sit on his lap, and deepened the kiss.

The fog outside slowly dissipated, and the sunlight sneaked in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the beautiful room.

Zhou Boye wasn't really that presumptuous. Thinking that Jiang Yuxia would have to film later, he just hugged him and kissed him a few times, being very careful not to leave even a red mark.

When the sun rose completely, both of their cell phones started to ring. Zhou Boye hugged Jiang Yuxia and answered the call with one hand. Because they were close, Jiang Yuxia also heard some of the calls. They were all about company matters. His schedule for the day seemed to be quite full, but now it was all squeezed into the afternoon.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Boye threw the phone away, hugged Jiang Yuxia tightly, and then stood up to help him get his clothes.

Jiang Yuxia raised his hand as he wished, and after putting on the T-shirt, he asked, "Do you want to go back now?"

"Yeah." Zhou Boye said as he put on his clothes, "The flight is at ten o'clock."

Jiang Yuxia glanced at the time. It was already eight o'clock and they were about to set off. He sat there lazily watching Zhou Boye put on his clothes slowly. When his eyes fell on his waist, he paused obviously, and then slowly looked away.

Jiang Yuxia didn't know where to look, so she simply turned around and faced Zhou Boye with her back.

A layer of gauze curtain could no longer block the invasion of sunlight, and the dust that had been dormant all night moved around in the light.

My thoughts were a little confused, and I suddenly thought of Zhou Boye in high school. He was in the period of growth, and his body was thinner than it is now, not as strong as it is now. However, he already had the rudiments of abdominal muscles, but the lines were a little vague and not very obvious.

He was still young, but some thoughts had already begun to sprout. However, the gap between them was too big, and gender was like a towering mountain that he didn't know how to overcome. So he repeatedly suppressed those shameful thoughts, but as long as they met again, or Zhou Boye made an unconscious intimate move, his efforts would fall apart again.

She was afraid of being discovered and also afraid that he really didn't notice. She even dreamed carefully, for fear that he would say something earth-shattering when he fell asleep.

It is not a good memory. When I think about it now, it is still dominated by bitterness, but compared with the separation that came later, that time seems so gentle.

"Jiang Yuxia." Zhou Boye's voice brought him back from his memories. Jiang Yuxia turned his head and looked at him. The next moment, his lips were gently covered, and then separated immediately, very gently.

"What are you thinking about so intently?"

Jiang Yuxia looked into his eyes. He moved his lips and asked in a very soft voice, "Have you looked for me?"

“…”

"No."

The smile on Zhou Boye's lips did not fade at all. He did not avoid his gaze but let him look at him. Jiang Yuxia stared at him, then retracted his gaze after a moment, opened his pursed lips, curved his eyes slightly, and smiled and said "hmm".

Zhou Boye looked at him and asked, "Will you be sad if I don't look for you?"

Jiang Yuxia shook her head, "I hope you didn't find it."

He didn't remember what happened after he left without saying goodbye, but he still remembered what happened before that. He knew what kind of situation Zhou Boye was in at that time. It would be too pitiful if he had to go around the world looking for him again.

I hope he didn't find it.

Zhou Boye was still chewing on these words while sitting on the plane. The fatigue from not sleeping all night came over him. He pressed his temples and looked out the window with his eyes gradually darkening.

When Jiang Yuxia arrived at the filming location, most people hadn't arrived yet. The shoot was originally scheduled for 1 p.m., when the light was better. Since she had nothing else to do, Jiang Yuxia went to help Lu Fangbao clean up.

Lu Fangbao: "No, no, this is dirty. You should go wait over there."

He glanced at his clothes. Although they looked plain, the label on them was recognizable even to him, who had little knowledge of luxury goods. If they got dirty, they would be enough to feed his litter of cats and dogs for several days.

Jiang Yuxia didn't insist. If his good intentions caused a burden to others, then it would not be good intentions.

He sat on the grass and opened the script the director had just handed him. It was actually just a few lines: [Role: Stray Cat. Requirements: 1. Resemble the appearance but not the real thing. 2. Resonate with the audience. 3. Free expression.]

Director Zhao is a director with his own ideas. For charity advertisements like this one, few people would use real people to perform. What's even more strange is that he also requires that the actors do not look like the real people.

Seemingly true?

Jiang Yuxia looked at the script that could not even be called a script, and for the first time realized what the client's father's colorful black was.

He sat on the grass, thinking for a long time without any clue, so he simply lay back and closed his eyes. "Meow~" suddenly heard a cat's meow in his ears. He turned his head and met a pair of big cat's eyes. An orange cat walked towards the cattery gracefully as if strolling in the garden.

Jiang Yuxia: “…?”

He was startled and quickly stood up and said to Lu Fangbao, "The cat, the cat ran out!"

Lu Fangbao heard his voice and looked in the direction he was looking, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry. "Fish, you're back."

"Meow." The orange cat meowed at him as if in response. It jumped onto the pier easily, and crawled through the gap in the wire mesh that had been reinforced just yesterday and was torn open again. Then it walked to Lu Fangbao's leg and rubbed it.

Lu Fangbao scratched its chin with his fingers, looked up at Jiang Yuxia and said, "This is the cat that tried to escape yesterday and got its fur ripped off. It's a habitual escapee and often escapes. I was afraid it would get into danger, so I tried to stop it again and again, but I couldn't stop it."

After rubbing against it, the fish fry walked towards the feeding area.

"But it can remember the way back. It won't be out for more than seven or eight hours, and it will definitely come back. Usually when it goes out it's to hunt, and occasionally it will bring back prey, sometimes mice, sometimes small insects. When I try to stop it, it always stares at me, as if to say, "Human, I'm out hunting, I'll be back soon, why are you stopping me?"

Lu Fangbao watched it wiggle its butt toward the feeding area and couldn't help laughing: "Looks like we didn't get any prey last night."

Jiang Yuxia looked at them when his phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Zhou Boye, "I'm here, waiting for you to come home."

He looked at the message with a slight smile on his lips. Jiang Yuxia lay down again and looked up at the sky. The sky in his eyes was very blue, and the breeze blew across the grass, making a very light "rustling" sound.

He seemed to understand what was going on.