Salty tears
Wei Shao carried Philo through the magnificent halls and corridors. Although Philo was the one in an abnormal condition, the heart in his chest was beating faster and faster, and his neck, which was being embraced, became as hot as the cheek of the person in his arms.
"No need to follow me." Wei Shao stared at the constantly changing numbers on the elevator screen. "Don't disturb me until I come out."
The special receptionist lowered her head very low, and consciously avoided looking around: "Sir, please rest assured that no individual or group will disturb you and your partner without your permission."
Wei Shao did not refute the title, and left without looking back the moment the elevator stopped.
Philo's face, which was half covered by his coat, already showed some ancient and strange lines, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The fingers hooked on Wei Shao's neck also curled up slightly because of pain.
The blood in his veins seemed to be boiling and clamoring, and he rubbed his face unconsciously against Wei Shao's neck, looking for something to cool him down.
Wei Shao's steps froze for a moment, then he quickened his pace, went straight into the suite, closed the door and locked it.
The terminal rang, and Ludel said in a serious tone: "We have found Kweiyi. Judging from his attitude, he is definitely unwilling to reconcile. I guess the military will be in turmoil for a while."
"I should have punched him a few more times just now," Wei Shao sneered and spoke quickly, "He is not in the right in this matter, so don't pay attention to him. Besides, I was the one who beat him up, so if there is a fight, it can't be blamed on Filo."
"You did it for the Admiral - no one else can do it to him," Ludel said sinisterly, "If your majesty is indiscriminate... never mind, let's not talk about that for now. What about the Admiral?"
Wei Shao looked down at Philo who was sunk in bed, and stuffed the ice patch on the bedside into Philo's hand. The stimulation brought by the cold patch on his skin made Philo regain some consciousness.
He opened his misty eyes and looked at the person sitting beside the bed.
This scene seemed to overlap quietly with a scene in his memory. Under the dim light, the boy's gaze gently fell on his face.
"How do you feel?"
The face that was extremely similar to the one in memory moved a little closer and asked the same question, but the voice was abnormally hoarse.
Philo's entire body was covered in burning heat and itchiness, and he was tortured by desire and turned into an ugly and primitive beast.
The person next to him had a straight back, and the knuckles on the back of his hand were long and strong, with round nails.
Philo's red eyes slowly moved downwards, and when he saw the hideous insect claws extending uncontrollably from his fingertips, he suddenly closed his eyes tightly, pulled his hand back without warning, and curled up in the quilt, covering himself.
"What's wrong?" Wei Shao was startled and tried to pull the quilt open, but it wouldn't work. The ostrich in the quilt was resisting him.
"Wei Shao, Wei Shao?" Ludel called him loudly on the other end.
"Yes," Wei Shao said quickly and concisely, "He is not feeling well now and needs comfort."
Ludel was also a female insect, and she knew what was going on almost instantly, "Where are you? I'll pick you up."
Wei Shao said seriously: "He can't use inhibitors anymore."
"Of course I know. I took him to the black market, where there are..." Ludel's voice suddenly stopped, "Wei Shao, if you can help him, there won't be so much trouble."
Wei Shao lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to rub the soft hair exposed under the quilt, and said in a hoarse voice:
"…What should I do?"
…
…
The dim and warm light flows slowly on the ceiling. The heavy curtains block out the sunlight and everything else that is irrelevant to the moment.
Wei Shao came out of the bathroom, wearing only a loose bathrobe.
He tiptoed to the bedside and looked at the sleeping person, his eyes gently sliding across his slightly sweaty forehead, soft cheeks, and moist lips.
Wei Shao's gaze paused slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily.
He glanced at Philo's tightly closed eyes, his heartbeat gradually became disordered, he held his breath like a guilty thief, and slowly leaned forward -
"Um……"
Philo suddenly frowned in his sleep. Although his eyes were closed, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes without warning.
New tears flowed over the traces of previous tears.
Wei Shao had never known that he loved to cry so much before. His body was trembling with joy, but the tears fell one after another, and he couldn't stop them even with kisses.
It seems that he has felt extremely wronged.
Wei Shao finally just stroked the corner of his eyes, then got up and left the bedroom, going to the balcony holding the cigarette box.
It was already dark. Without the light and heat that imitated the sun, the Imperial Star gradually returned to its most original temperature. The night breeze slowly passed through the balcony, bringing an indescribable chill.
Wei Shao stayed on the balcony for a long time, but he didn't even finish half of his cigarette.
The messages in the terminal were piled up like the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He raised his hand and sent a message to Ludel to let him know that he was safe, then turned off the terminal directly.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Wei Shao turned around suddenly.
Philo, wearing only his coat, stood behind him, his face turning pale again for some reason.
Obviously, they had done more intimate things before, but the moment his eyes touched Filo's skin, Wei Shao's ears turned red and he turned his eyes away in embarrassment.
"Did it wake you up?"
He walked forward, pulled the blanket from the sofa and wrapped the person up: "It's cold at night, be careful not to catch a cold."
The lights on the top of the building outside the balcony were reflected in Philo's clear eyes, but apart from that, there was nothing else.
He looked at Wei Shao quietly, as if he wanted to see through Wei Shao from inside out.
Wei Shao's Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Sorry, I smoked again."
Fei Luo took another step towards him. His already sore waist suddenly lost strength. His body swayed and he was pulled by Wei Shao so that he barely avoided falling to the ground.
Wei Shao carried him into the bedroom, put him back on the bed, and held his hand and told him: "Don't move, take a good rest first. I have asked the restaurant to prepare the meal, and it will be delivered soon."
Seeing that Philo didn't say anything, he had to make small talk: "I'm going to brush my teeth. The smell of cigarettes seems a bit strong."
The moment Wei Shao stood up, Philo grabbed Wei Shao's hand.
He didn't know why the blood frenzy came so strangely this time. In addition to the pain, there was also a desire that was ten times stronger than usual. The desire burned his reason clean and made him shamelessly ask and crave Wei Shao.
He couldn't remember what Wei Shao's initial attitude was. Perhaps it was out of pity, or perhaps it was out of reluctance. In any case, that hand pulled him out of the suffocating quilt. Afterwards, all that was left in his shattered memory was chaotic desires and Wei Shao's compassionate kiss.
Wei Shao kissed the corners of his eyes, the ugly worm patterns on the side of his neck, his hideous hands, and other things.
But there are no lips.
[Kissing lips is the way humans express their love to their partners.] The boy’s ears turned red, but he still pretended to be accustomed to it. “So you can’t do that. ”]
Can't.
It wasn’t possible before.
It’s still not possible now.
Without warning, Fei Luo closed his eyes again and slowly tucked his head into the quilt. Wei Shao was stunned for two seconds, then reached out and pulled him out of the quilt, saying helplessly, "What's wrong with liking to get under the quilt—"
His voice stopped abruptly.
This was the first time he saw Philo crying while he was awake. There was no sound at all, his lips were tightly pursed, and tears fell one by one.
The darkness and meanness in Wei Shao's heart reached its peak at this moment.
He thought.
Why are you crying?
Why are you still crying even though it’s over? Because of grievance?
Why can everyone do it but not me?
He wiped away Philo's tears one by one, held the back of Philo's neck with his slender hands, forced him to look up and look at him, and stroked Philo's earlobes and cheeks with his thumbs, lowering his eyes and saying, "Don't cry."
Philo looked at him blankly, tears still streaming down his face.
Wei Shao slightly emphasized his tone: "Don't cry."
His reason had been completely eroded by jealousy and anger. This emotion was unreasonable, but it was not without trace. To be honest, it probably started from the moment he saw Philo's tears when he was burning himself. It was embarrassing and ridiculous.
He packaged himself as a superior savior and a generous friend to cover up his behavior of taking advantage of others' misfortune.
That being the case.
Why not be more thorough.
Wei Shao tightened his grip slightly, moved closer to Fei Luo, and whispered, "Fei Luo, marry me."
Philo opened his eyes wide in a daze, and seemed to have forgotten to shed tears.
Wei Shao pressed the corner of his lips, watching that soft spot sink slightly and turn white because of his action.
He asked gently, "Is it bad?"
"No one is more suitable than me. We are best friends. I will never betray you and will never become a threat or weakness to you. They... can you rest assured?"
After Wei Shao finished speaking, he let go of her hand, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, frowned and told her: "Think about it carefully... I'll go get the food."
His hand was grabbed again, but unlike the previous way of grabbing only a few fingers, Philo passed four fingers through his palm, and held his palm tightly with palm against palm.
Wei Shao turned slowly, facing the light, and looked down at the person who was holding him.
The warm light shone on Philo's face. At this moment, that cold face was so soft and pure that people could not help but want to blaspheme it.
He looked up at Wei Shao, tears still lingering on his cheeks, his rosy lips opening and closing, his tone full of uneasiness: "But if we get married, won't it be a lifelong mark..."
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