There is a 24-hour convenience store next to the hotel. Lin Fengqi soon came back with three pairs of brand new underwear for ten yuan.

Needless to say, the quality is quite good.

Why did Wen Xia know the quality was good? Because he touched the other two pairs when Lin Fengqi went to the bathroom to take a shower. The fabric was breathable and very elastic.

Wen Xia took the medicine and nestled back in bed, but he couldn't calm down when he heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

When Lin Fengqi was not here yesterday, he occupied the whole big bed by himself. Although he finally sleepwalked to the sofa to sleep, it did not hinder his freedom to move his left and right arms without being hindered when he lay down. Now that someone wants to sleep with him, he only sleeps on half of the bed when he goes to bed to rest in the afternoon.

This person is still Lin Fengqi...

Last time he sleepwalked, he swam into Lin Fengqi's room and domineeringly took away half of his bed and quilt. Is it a change of fortune now?

But the situation last time is different from this time. Last

time he was resentful of Lin Fengqi and was completely unconscious. Now he has no resentment and is conscious.

What is it like to sleep in the same bed with someone you like?

Wen Xia thought about this question countless times when he was young. As a young man, his thoughts are bold and he dares to think about anything. Sometimes he dreams of Lin Fengqi at night, and after waking up, he can't help but think about it. Of course, he can't tell anyone about this, not even Zou Boyan.

Have shame.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, this scene that only appeared in dreams will soon be staged in reality.

Wen Xia listened to her heartbeat and the sound of water in the bathroom. However, after Lin Fengqi came out of the bathroom, he looked at the bed with a little hesitation, and went to the sofa with a pillow in his arms. Wen Xia

: "?"

Wen Xia stood up and watched Lin Fengqi put the pillow on one end of the sofa, then took his suit jacket and sat down, as if he wanted to use the jacket as a quilt and lie down like this.

Wen Xia: "???"

He couldn't help but say: "What are you doing?"

Lin Fengqi said: "Sleeping."

"The bed is here, why are you sleeping on the sofa?"

"...I'll just sleep on the sofa."

"What's so good about sleeping on the sofa? This bed is more than enough for two people."

Wen Xia couldn't believe it.

He threw back the quilt and walked over. Lin Fengqi was about to lie down, but when he saw him approaching with great momentum, he dared not move. When Wen Xia stood in front of him condescendingly, he sat there hugging his suit jacket, looking extremely weak.

He looked up at Wen Xia.

Wen Xia lowered her eyes and looked at him.

"Go to bed," Wen Xia said.

Lin Fengqi struggled: "I'll sleep here..."

"If you don't like me being sick and don't want to be infected by me, then we can switch," Wen Xia said, "I'll sleep on the sofa and you'll sleep on the bed."

Lin Fengqi immediately said, "No."

"Then what do you want?"

"I'll sleep on the sofa..."

"No." "...

"

Wen Xia was so angry that he felt dizzy again: "Are you so afraid of being infected by me?"

Lin Fengqi said quickly, "I'm not..."

"Then why don't you sleep on such a big bed? I've reserved a place for you."

Lin Fengqi said "I" for a long time, but he didn't say anything else. Instead, his ears became redder and redder.

Wen Xia stood in front of him, and the shadow she cast enveloped him completely.

He was wearing Wen Xia's clothes. The two had slightly different dressing styles. T-shirts were loose to begin with, and they still looked a little baggy on him, with wrinkles all over them. Most of his clavicle, which extended from the collar, was sunken into a deeper shadow. The lazy feeling brought by the clothes being larger than his figure formed a contrast with the strict and rule-abiding appearance he usually gave people.

Wen Xia couldn't help but wonder, does this dress usually look so good?

Wen Xia stopped talking and went back to bed without saying a word.

He turned his back to the sofa, pulled the quilt over and rolled it up, wrapping himself tightly like a silkworm pupa.

After a while.

The sound of footsteps approached lightly, and then he felt the quilt behind him being gently tugged, with cautious force.

He turned his head and saw that Lin Fengqi had one leg kneeling on the bed. He leaned over and pulled his quilt, saying, "...There is only one quilt." He was trying to get Wen Xia to share some with him.

Wen Xia turned over and lay flat. The quilt that he had rolled away was no longer suppressed, and Lin Fengqi easily shared half of it.

"Turn off the light," Wen Xia said, "The switch is on your side."

Lin Fengqi turned off the light obediently.

No matter how gentle his movements were, cold wind inevitably blew into the quilt as he lay down. He moved slowly and lay down. In the darkness, Wen Xia felt a faint heat source beside him, not too far away.

The slower and more cautious his movements were, the faster Wen Xia's heartbeat became.

No one said anything, and suddenly, Lin Fengqi's foot touched his.

Both of them froze.

Lin Fengqi paused in his lying down movement. After two seconds, he said, "...Why is it so cold?"

His expression could not be seen in the dark, but Wen Xia could imagine his frowning face from his tone.

Wen Xia said, "How would I know that?"

It should be because he had just gotten out of bed, he was not wearing socks, and his slippers were not warm slippers.

Lin Fengqi did not say anything and lay down completely. After

just two seconds, he asked, "Did you take your temperature before going to bed?"

Wen Xia: "Yes, I took it when you took a shower."

"How much?"

"37.2 degrees."

"Yeah," he paused, "Where's the medicine?" "

I took it."

They were not close to each other, and there was a distance of about three or four fists between them. After lying down, no one moved around, and they even restrained themselves from turning over. Lin Fengqi was checking on the ridge, and the two of them had a brief question and answer session. I don't know if it was to relieve tension or because the silent night made it impossible to fall asleep for a while.

After a short silence, Lin Fengqi spoke again: "If you can't sleep, you can tell me."

"What if I tell you?" Wen Xia asked, "Will you coax me to sleep?"

Wen Xia was not very happy about sleeping on the sofa. Lin Fengqi could hear that his words were unconsciously thorny, but he didn't know how to explain it to Wen Xia.

He really didn't dislike him, never disliked him, and was not afraid of catching a cold at all. He didn't really want to sleep on the sofa.

If possible, he wanted to sleep in the same bed with Wen Xia every day, if he could...

Lin Fengqi braked suddenly, and stopped before his thoughts drove to an indescribable fork in the road.

- How do you explain this to Wen Xia!

Lin Fengqi felt annoyed with himself. He was silent for a while and said hesitantly: "If you... need me to coax you."

Wen Xia moved. He turned his head and looked at Lin Fengqi in the dark, and said: "Okay."

Lin Fengqi was stunned for a second: "Huh?"

"Aren't you going to coax me to sleep?" Wen Xia said, "Come and coax me and see."

What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot? It

's not that Lin Fengqi was unwilling, but he didn't know what to do.

He was at a loss, opening and closing his mouth, closing and opening again. For a moment, he didn't know what to say or what to do.

Wen Xia was very patient and had no intention of urging him. His steady and even breathing even made people think that he had fallen asleep - if he didn't occasionally sniff because of nasal congestion.

Thinking of something, Lin Fengqi's heart was pounding and he gritted his teeth.

The calm quilt suddenly moved, Lin Fengqi turned sideways, and the next second Wen Xia was stunned.

A warmth first tentatively touched his feet that had not been warm for a long time. After about two or three seconds, the heat source crawled along the back of his feet, and the tip was like a spike rake, hooking his cold feet little by little and clamping them between his calves.

The warmth enveloped him from all directions, trapping his feet tightly inside.

Wen Xia's mind was a little blank, he moved his feet, and Lin Fengqi said in a muffled and low voice: "Don't move."

"...It's too cold." Wen Xia said.

"It's not cold," Lin Fengqi paused after saying that. He thought that if his feet were not cold, he would not need to cover them, so he immediately changed his words, "It will not be cold in a while."

Wen Xia did not say anything, but after a few seconds, he silently turned over and faced Lin Fengqi.

Lin Fengqi also slightly raised his legs to let him change his posture. When he wanted to retract his feet during this opportunity, he immediately pressed them down again, firmly locking the pair of disobedient feet.

Wen Xia struggled in vain, so he said, "Do you think this is coaxing you to sleep?"

Lin Fengqi: "No." After

two seconds of silence, he said again, "I just... want you to sleep more comfortably."

It was indeed very comfortable.

The continuous body temperature of human beings is much more comfortable than a cold quilt.

Wen Xia didn't say anything, but moved his feet very weakly - squeezing more firmly into the heat source.

He felt Lin Fengqi's slight stiffness, and then gently loosened the pressure, allowing him to find a comfortable position.

"Anything else?" Wen Xia asked.

Lin Fengqi's heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet, and his answer was half a beat late; "Huh?"

"You said this doesn't count as coaxing you to sleep, then how about something else?"

"...lullaby."

"You're not a child."

Lin Fengqi closed his mouth and frowned in distress.

Wen Xia: "Then let's have a bedtime story."

Lin Fengqi: "?"

Lin Fengqi asked dully: "What story?"

"Anything is fine, just tell me about yourself."

Lin Fengqi was puzzled: "I...?"

"Well," Wen Xia said, "Just reminisce about your college days. Tell me if there are any interesting things." Interesting

things...

Lin Fengqi didn't know if his college life could be considered interesting, but it was definitely fulfilling. He had been very busy since his freshman year, busy with his studies and busy making money to pay off his family's debts - in order to treat the elderly and his mother at home, the family savings were emptied, and his father borrowed money from relatives and friends everywhere, and in the end, the other party refused to answer their phone calls.

At that time, he felt that 24 hours a day was not enough.

The time left for him to miss Wen Xia was too short. Only the short break before going to bed could be filled with Wen Xia.

It was like recharging the energy of a robot that had run out of power.

——In those four years, he was too much like a machine that ran at high speed all day long.

Lin Fengqi searched his stomach and finally dug out a few things that left a deep impression from the corner of his memory.

He asked Wen Xia for his opinion: "The process of getting to know Brother Zhou... do you want to hear it?"

Wen Xia listened attentively: "Sure."

"It may not be interesting."

"It's okay, you tell me." He originally just wanted to know more about what Lin Fengqi had experienced in the missing years between them.

Lin Fengqi sorted out his memories and said, "Senior Zhou is two years older than me. He was already a junior when I entered the school."

Wen Xia knew this. He had heard it before. Zhou Yixian also mentioned it when he was having dinner with him that day.

Speaking of "bedtime stories", Lin Fengqi was finally forced to say more: "He is the vice president of our department's student union. During the military training of freshmen, he often came to see our military training. Occasionally, the instructor would ask him to help. I got to know him... because I lost my phone not long after I entered the school."

Wen Xia also knew about the lost phone.

They added each other's contact information before Lin Fengqi lost his phone. He once had the nerve to go back and look for Lin Fengqi, and then he was angry for a while because Lin Fengqi didn't reply to his message. Later, I found out that he didn't refuse to reply, but he had lost his phone and SIM card.

This incident was a big blow to Lin Fengqi. At that time, the phone was bought by his father as a gift for him to go to college. He saved a lot of money to buy it. Although it was the cheapest smartphone, the brand was a unknown brand.

He didn't expect that he would lose it.

But Lin's father didn't blame him too much. After all, it was lost and couldn't be found, so there was no point in falling into self-blame. It's just that the family couldn't afford to buy another one for a while.

Lin Fengqi knew it, so after talking to his father, he could only temporarily return to the days without a mobile phone. He thought to himself that he could either save some money from his living expenses, or increase his part-time job and buy a new one with the money from the part-time job.

He made decisions quickly, and he had been like this since he was a child.

If anything, he would only look around in confusion and couldn't find a direction when facing Wen Xia.

A month later, he walked into the mobile phone city with a sum of money.

There were many shops and the variety of mobile phones was dazzling, but Lin Fengqi remembered the brand he bought at the time. That brand was so rare that he wandered around and finally asked in a mobile phone store in a corner. This store sells all brands of mobile phones, big brands, small brands, and miscellaneous brands.

It's just that the decoration of the store doesn't look as grand as other mobile phone stores.

But Lin Fengqi didn't come here to buy any high-end brands, so he didn't care much about these. For him, as long as he bought what he wanted, it was fine.

The boss probably thought that Lin Fengqi was a college student and wanted a low-end phone, so he quoted a higher price and emphasized: "This is the lowest price, classmate. You will never get such a low price in other stores."

But Lin Fengqi was not so easy to be deceived. He had done his homework and knew the lowest market price of this phone. The price the boss quoted him was two hundred more expensive than the lowest price he knew.

At that time, Lin Fengqi had not experienced the beatings of society. He was immature and did not know how to deal with people. Moreover, he was not good at those twists and turns, so he exposed the boss on the spot.

His revelation was not filled with anger. Although he was a little dissatisfied, his tone and expression were calm. He was just stating the fact that his boss was lying to him.

But this fact was like a slap in the face of the boss. The boss' face turned red and white, and he said, "Don't talk nonsense, little classmate. Do you know the business or do you? The price you said is impossible! This phone is a new model this year. I don't know which store you asked for such a low price. I dare to tell you, if someone really sells it to you at such a low price, they are definitely cheating you and using a second-hand phone to deceive you!"

Lin Fengqi said expressionlessly: "It's a new phone."

The boss refused to admit it: "How do you know it must be a new phone? If they really want to sell it, why don't they refurbish the phone? Do you think they are stupid? That's why students like you are easy to fool. You don't even know you've been fooled!"

Lin Fengqi said: "You are fooling me."

The boss was angry: "Hey, you don't listen, do you? Are you here to pick a fight?"

Lin Fengqi didn't want to argue with him anymore, so he put down his phone and was about to leave. Who knew that the boss was not happy? Maybe some people are just like this. After doing something shameful and being exposed, they will not feel ashamed, but only want to get back at their boss.

He dragged Lin Fengqi, and the two of them started arguing in the store. Of course, it was the boss who was arguing and quibbling unilaterally. The boy had no emotional fluctuations from beginning to end, his face was calm, and his words were concise and sharp.

The confrontation between the two soon attracted a crowd of onlookers. The boss relied on his loud voice and years of experience in the mobile phone city. He became more and more arrogant in public, as if he was not the one who deliberately quoted a high price, and he was wronged for no reason: "You said I deceived you, right? Come on, at worst, call the police!"

It was impossible to call the police. The boss didn't dare to lie in front of the police. He just tried to scare the children with the police uncle. After all, how many kids this young have ever dealt with the police? Calling the police, that would scare them to death!

Lin Fengqi looked at him without saying anything, and the boss gradually showed a smug look on his face. However, the boy just hesitated for a moment and asked the people watching the excitement next to him: "Excuse me, can you lend me your cell phone?"

The boss's face changed: "What are you doing?"

Lin Fengqi glanced at him indifferently: "Didn't you say you were going to call the police?"

At this time, a man squeezed out from between the two groups of onlookers, waved his cell phone to him, and said with a smile: "Use mine."

This person was Zhou Yixin.

Seeing that Lin Fengqi really took the phone and was about to dial, the boss rushed over and pressed his hand. His arrogance instantly died down, and his face was full of gloom: "Okay, okay, I'll sell it to you at the lowest price."

Ten minutes later, Lin Fengqi walked out of the mobile phone store with a new phone.

Zhou Yixian happened to accompany his roommate to repair his phone that day. He didn't expect to see such a lively scene. As soon as Lin Fengqi came out, he went over and hooked his arm around the boy's neck: "Your name is Lin Fengqi, right? I think I'm right."

Lin Fengqi staggered a little when he was hooked, but his expression did not change. He nodded: "Hello, senior."

Zhou Yixian: "Not bad, the boy is nice."

That day, Zhou Yixian took him and the roommate who repaired the phone to play together, had dinner, and returned to school together in the evening. The two added a contact number on the way.

Later, the two of them gradually became familiar with each other. By chance, Zhou Yixian began to take him to work on projects. Lin Fengqi then said goodbye to those miscellaneous part-time jobs and had a more stable source of income in the field in which he was more proficient. Later, Lin Fengqi chose Zhou Yixian's tutor for his graduation thesis, and the two became fellow apprentices. Lin Fengqi's address for him also changed from "senior" to "brother."

"...That's roughly it," Lin Fengqi said, pausing for two seconds, "It's not that interesting."

Wen Xia felt a little sleepy as he listened, thinking that this really became a bedtime hypnotic story: "No, I think it's quite interesting."

"...Is it interesting?"

"Yeah."

As long as it's about you, it's interesting.

And thinking of Lin Fengqi's serious look when he said "You fooled me" to the owner of the mobile phone store... He really wanted to hug Lin Fengqi in his arms and rub him.

How could there be such a cute man.

Wen Xia couldn't help but curl his lips in the dark, but the nasal tone of his answer was wrapped in a strong sleepiness. His eyelids were getting heavier and he wanted to sleep.

"Wen Xia?" In the heavy sleepiness that could not be dispelled, Wen Xia heard someone call him softly.

"Hmm?" He responded casually in a half-awake state.

The voice asked: "What about you?"

"What?"

"In the future... tell me about your story, okay?" The voice was very low, and it came a little closer with uneasiness and tiny hope.

Before being pulled into the depths of consciousness, Wen Xia replied to him: "Hmm... okay."

The window curtains were tightly closed, blocking out all light, and the room was silent and quiet. The hot air from the air conditioner was no match for the steady and even breathing of the person next to him.

Lin Fengqi tried hard to see Wen Xia's outline in the dark, and cautiously moved a little closer.

Wen Xia's breath was still filled with the heat that had yet to fade, but he unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep.

His cold feet had already been warmed up, but Lin Fengqi did not let go, still holding his feet in his body temperature. He

moved closer slowly. A little bit, and then a little bit more.

When his forehead touched his, the little guy in his chest seemed to be about to jump out of his throat, and it took Lin Fengqi a long time to calm it down.

He closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep relaxed and contented.

The night can always accommodate all the inflated greed.

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