Lin Qingyan will never forget the last few months of his life in his previous life, when he was framed by An Nanyi, insulted by netizens, misunderstood by the person he loved, and ignored by his family who cared about him the most, except for asking for money.
He could only hide in a small rented room where no one knew him, enduring the torment of his illness alone, slowly losing his sight and hearing... That period was like living in an abyss where he would never see the light of day.
At that time, Lin Qingyan thought that perhaps death was the best relief. But when that man found him and silently took care of him and accompanied him, he suddenly didn't want to die anymore. He wanted to live a few more days.
This man lit a ray of light in his dark and gloomy life, but the light came too late. His body was like a candle that had burned out, unable to hold on any longer.
Before he died, he stroked the man's face again and again, feeling the man's hot tears dripping onto the back of his hand.
He thought that if there were a next generation, he would like to meet this person sooner. The man was like the preserved plum candy that he loved to eat when he was a child, bringing a touch of sweetness to his ordinary and bitter life.
He never expected that this impossible wish would come true so quickly. Now this man was lying in front of him, treating him unconditionally, just like in his previous life.
"Is it you, Gu Fei..." Lin Qingyan's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and large tears streamed down his cheeks. He murmured softly, choking back sobs, "It must be you."
At this moment, the man frowned slightly, raised his hand and grasped the boy's hand that was on his face. He opened his still hazy eyes and looked at the person whose face was covered with tears with concern. "Why are you crying?"
His deep, magnetic voice carried a languid and hoarse quality, a hint of drunkenness, yet also revealed concern and nervousness.
Lin Qingyan wasn't sure if Gu Fei was awake or not. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing... it just thundered, and I was a little scared."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud rumble of thunder sounded outside, and Lin Qingyan was truly frightened this time.
The boy's thin shoulders trembled slightly, and with his reddened eyes and moist eyes, he looked like a small flower bud swaying precariously in a storm, appearing particularly pitiful and helpless.
Gu Fei felt a little dizzy. He propped himself up on the mattress with one hand, wrapped his strong arm around Lin Qingyan's slender waist, and pulled him into his arms. He said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
As he spoke, he gently wiped away the tears on the boy's face. The calloused fingertips touched the smooth, delicate skin, and Lin Qingyan felt a ticklish, tingling sensation on his face, but also a sense of peace in his heart.
He didn't even want to leave the man's embrace, but... Lin Qingyan blushed a little. Gu Fei's shirt was open and loosely worn, and his face was pressed against Gu Fei's firm chest, the touch warm.
I've seen everything, both what I should and shouldn't have seen.
Taking advantage of Gu Fei's drunken state, he secretly glanced at him a couple more times, after all, her figure was truly enviable.
However, the lecherous man, who was secretly peeking, did not notice that the man had seen all his little actions without making a sound, and a smile flashed across his drunken eyes.
After a while, Lin Qingyan finally looked away. The man's hand was still on his face, his arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, his chin was resting on the top of his head, and his warm breath, carrying a strong smell of alcohol, enveloped him.
Lin Qingyan finally realized how intimate and ambiguous the position was. He gently pushed Gu Fei's chest, his ears turning bright red. "Brother Fei, I'm fine now, cough...would you like some hangover soup?"
"Uncle Chen just cooked this, otherwise it would get cold. You should drink some, otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow..."
His voice trailed off as he saw Gu Fei casually remove his open shirt, revealing his perfect physique to the air—broad shoulders, narrow waist, the legendary "dog waist."
Lin Qingyan swallowed silently, "...otherwise I'll have a headache tomorrow."
Then, Gu Fei lay down on the bed and hugged Lin Qingyan as they lay down together.
Lin Qingyan: "!!!"
The two lay face to face, very close. Lin Qingyan was forced to rest her head on the man's arm. Gu Fei had already closed his eyes, his brows furrowed with an unconcealable weariness, but his arm was as strong as steel, tightly wrapped around the boy's waist, unable to move.
Lin Qingyan felt his whole body burning hot. His breath was filled with the hormonal scent of alcohol emanating from the man, and the skin he touched was scorching. He felt like he was about to get drunk.
"Brother Fei, are you asleep?"
There was no response.
Lin Qingyan struggled against the arm across her waist, her body shifting slightly and restlessly. "Mr. Gu?"
"Mr. Gu?"
"Gu Fei?"
"Hmm..."
His mouth was suddenly covered, the man's large palm covering the boy's soft lips, silencing him from saying what he was about to say. His hot breath sprayed on his face, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Gu Fei's lips brushed against Lin Qingyan's ear, his deep, languid voice almost like a lover's flirtation:
"Stop calling out, and stop moving, Yan Yan."
"..." Lin Qingyan felt like she was about to explode.
He never expected that Master Gu would be like this after getting drunk.
Having just confirmed Gu Fei's identity, Lin Qingyan was both moved and dared not move. Looking closely at that magnified handsome face, with his eyes closed and his brows slightly furrowed, he couldn't help but raise his hand to gently smooth the wrinkles between the man's brows.
Today is the anniversary of Gu Fei's father's death. Gu Fei must be feeling very bad. Lin Qingyan felt a pang of sympathy and her heart softened. She let the man hold her, as obedient as a docile kitten.
The rain outside had lessened a bit, but it was still drizzling. The bedroom was quiet, and you could hear each other's soft breathing.
The boy in my arms was wearing a loose vest and shorts, with slender arms and legs. He must have just taken a shower, as there was still a faint scent of shower gel on his body, a milky fragrance. I couldn't tell if the shower gel smelled sweet, or if the boy smelled even sweeter.
Gu Fei's heart gradually calmed down.
He lowered his head, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, his warm lips brushed against the boy's forehead, causing a shiver to run through him. Lin Qingyan closed his eyes tightly, his thick, long eyelashes trembling slightly, and his cheeks flushed red.
The pattering rain outside was like a lullaby, mixed with the chirping of insects on a summer night, while the air conditioning in the room was set to a comfortable temperature.
Practicing singing and dancing during the day is very tiring, and now lying here is very comfortable. Lin Qingyan felt sleepy, so he curled up slightly in the man's arms and slowly fell asleep.
The man, who had seemed to be asleep, opened his eyes at this moment. He looked intently at the boy sleeping peacefully in his arms, his gaze gradually softening, and the corners of his thin lips curled up slightly, like a satisfied lion.
He pulled the air-conditioning blanket over the two of them and gently covered them with it, then turned off the light.
The bowl of hangover soup that was placed on the bedside table was ultimately left until the next day.
Nothing was said that night.
The rain has stopped and the sky is clear.
Lin Qingyan woke up just as dawn broke. The morning light was blocked by the curtains, leaving only a small gap to let in a beam of light in the dim bedroom, where tiny dust particles were dancing.
As soon as Lin Qingyan opened his eyes, he was met with a handsome face so close to his. In the dim light, the face seemed even more hazy. His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively held his breath.
The events of last night flooded my mind like a torrent, each scene as vivid as watching a movie.
Lin Qingyan's feelings were very complicated. He grimaced as if he had a toothache, slowly sat up on the mattress, gently lifted the quilt, and carefully removed the arm that was across his waist.
call……
He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and sneaked out as if fleeing.
Hopefully, Master Gu is so drunk that he's forgotten what happened last night.
Lin Qingyan returned to his room next door, lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind unusually clear. He lay there for more than an hour, and didn't get up to wash until after eight o'clock.
Gu Fei should be at the company by now, right?
However, he forgot that Gu Fei had been giving him a ride to Yi Hua Entertainment every time he went to the company these past few days.
So when Lin Qingyan saw the man sitting calmly at the dining table looking at his phone, he immediately had the urge to turn around and run away. However, just as he turned around, someone called out to him from behind.
"Where are you going? Come and have breakfast."
"Okay." Lin Qingyan could only bite the bullet and turn around, pretending nothing had happened, and sat down opposite Gu Fei. She picked up her glass and drank the warm milk while secretly observing the man's reaction.
...There was no reaction at all.
He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Fei, do you remember what happened last night?"
"Hmm?" Gu Fei lifted her eyelids, looked at him with confusion, and calmly said, "I drank too much last night, and I don't remember anything after that. What? What happened?"
"No, no, you fell asleep after you came back."
Lin Qingyan had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the man speak again, his tone somewhat puzzled: "However, when I woke up just now, my right arm was numb, as if something had been pressing down on it all night."
"Cough..." Lin Qingyan almost choked on the milk she hadn't swallowed.
I'm sorry, it was him who pressed it.
Gu Fei took a tissue and naturally wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the boy opposite him, who was in an extremely unnatural state and whose face was slightly red, and continued, "Moreover, I had a dream in which I was sleeping while holding something."
Lin Qingyan: "..."
Yes, that's him I'm hugging.
"I saw it last night. You were sleeping on your side, hugging the blanket. That's probably how your arm got pressed down. Just don't sleep like that next time," Lin Qingyan explained seriously.
"Hmm." A faint smile appeared on the man's lips.
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