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◎Do you want me to stay with you◎
Song Qiu didn't know how he responded later, what he said, and how he got up from Lu Yancheng's legs. He didn't remember anything.
There seemed to be a strange blank in his brain because some of the words were too shocking. He was so shocked that when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the sofa, watching the man not far away bring him pajamas and a bath towel, and then hand them directly to him.
"Go take a shower. Don't think too much. After all, I didn't force you to accept me. There's no need to feel any pressure."
Song Qiu stood up mechanically and walked towards the bathroom, but after a few steps he couldn't help but look back.
The moment their eyes met made his scalp tingle. It was not because of fear or disgust, but a feeling that was hard to describe, as if the two people resonated with each other just by looking at each other without touching each other.
It was like a communication from the depths of souls, with a strange sense of fate.
Song Qiu had a premonition that even after ten or twenty years, or even when he grew old and began to slowly forget many things, he would still remember the feeling of this moment.
This time, something really changed between the two people quietly.
Song Qiu came out of the bathroom an hour later. It usually didn't take him that long, but he didn't receive any urging in the bathroom, nor did he notice anyone passing by the bathroom door.
It was more like someone was giving him an absolutely quiet space to sort out his thoughts, or to relieve the unspeakable emotions just now and calm him down.
Sometimes he really felt that Lu Yancheng was too perfect. He looked cold and strong, but in fact he was gentle and considerate, and he knew when to advance and when to retreat.
"I'm done."
Lu Yancheng was sitting on the sofa reading a book. When Song Qiu came out, he took the initiative to greet him. He pursed his lips when he met the man's gaze, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally asked, "Do you want to... go to bed with me?"
He couldn't play Lu Yancheng's game of pursuit. No matter how long the sincerity could last or how deep the love could last, he would definitely surrender in the end. No one could resist being pursued like this.
So he asked proactively. He prefers to cut the Gordian knot. Since the ending is determined, there is no need to drag it out. Whether in love or marriage, the ultimate form is essentially two people going to bed.
But unexpectedly, he was rejected.
Lu Yancheng came over and just wiped his hair with a dry towel, then pulled him to sit aside and started to blow his hair. He was as natural as they had been together before, and had no intention of going to bed with him at all.
The buzzing sound of the hair dryer stopped, and the man's helpless yet tolerant voice sounded.
"What's important in a relationship is the process, not what you get physically. Baby, you don't need to drag me straight to the result, but to slowly experience the process."
Chasing too closely would make Xiao Mu want to escape even more. Lu Yancheng didn't want to make things worse. "Since you'll be nervous, I'll go to the study tonight. You can go to sleep peacefully and don't think too much."
Song Qiu didn't understand until he saw Lu Yancheng open the door and leave. He still stood there holding the towel. He couldn't understand why Lu Yancheng didn't come to collect the payment after he had gone to so much trouble and took the initiative to invite him.
He was moved. For the first time in his life, he opened his heart to someone. He felt that this feeling was pretty good. He was willing to take the initiative to step into the trap called love and was willing to pay the person who brought him to experience this feeling. Why was he rejected?
What's wrong with going straight to the end? Isn't that what it's all about in the end?
It was extremely rare for Song Qiu to come into contact with his own blind spot in knowledge, not materially but spiritually. The more he couldn't figure it out, the more he thought about it unconsciously, and he couldn't fall asleep at all lying in bed.
This caused him to feel that something was wrong.
Today's bed is particularly big. It seems that the weather is getting colder and colder. It's a bit cold to lie on the bed like this.
The bedroom was also too spacious, and the blackout curtains made it pitch dark inside. He didn't like the spaciousness and darkness, so he could only turn on the bedside lamp.
As a result, when the light came on, the first thing he saw was the other pillow next to it.
During the day, because he was thinking about taking revenge on Lu Yancheng, he specially bought a pink pillowcase. He also thought that when Lu Yancheng lay on it, he would laugh at him and it would be best if he could take a photo.
The snack cabinet beside the bed was full of his favorite snacks, and the entire bedroom was filled with the soft and furry things he liked. This bedroom was exactly what he had dreamed of, but Song Qiu didn't know why he was not very happy seeing this.
I was very excited when I decorated it today.
At two o'clock in the morning, Song Qiu ruffled his hair into a mess and went to take a shower with a numb expression.
He felt like he was crazy. He couldn't sleep to this point. He also felt uncomfortable all over and everything made him irritated. He had to take a shower to calm down.
He intentionally raised the water temperature a little, and when the hot water poured over his head and then flowed down, he felt it was a bit too hot. But just now when he was lying in bed, he felt cold. The feeling of alternating hot and cold made him even more confused, and he even felt that he was sick.
Do you have a fever?
You should take your temperature first, and if you really have a fever, you should take antipyretics immediately. Song Qiu is very familiar with this process. He has always taken care of himself in this way, but he was in trouble when he came out of the bathroom.
Because he didn't know where the thermometer was, he had never been sick since he came here, and there was no scene involving thermometers in the plot he knew.
"Forget it, it shouldn't be serious. Even if he does have a fever, he won't die if we wait until tomorrow morning to deal with it."
Song Qiu muttered to himself, came out of the bathroom, wiped his hair casually and wanted to go back to bed. When water dripped onto his neck, he remembered that he had not blow-dried his hair, so he went downstairs to get a hair dryer.
His mind was in a mess and he didn't know what he was thinking. Sometimes he thought that Lu Yancheng had just blown his hair once in the evening. Sometimes he thought that this situation had been going on for a long time. Lu Yancheng would habitually blow his hair after he took a shower.
But before today, he never thought there was anything wrong with this, and he was used to being taken care of by Lu Yancheng in this way.
It seemed a bit strange. He had always lived alone, so why did he accept Lu Yancheng blowing his hair so well?
There was no answer to this question, and he soon thought of what Lu Yancheng had said to him today, saying that he didn't mind, that even if he changed his appearance every day, he would just feel amazing and feel it was a novelty, and also...
How did he get off Lu Yancheng's legs in the end?
He pushed the person away and said...let's give it a try.
Whether he should try to stop avoiding this game of pursuing and being pursued, or try to directly fall in love, he had no clear definition in his mind then, and he still has no clear definition now.
He felt that he could accept both situations.
But later, Lu Yancheng didn't ask him what specifically he was trying.
"hiss……"
I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I burned myself with the hair dryer. Song Qiu was stunned for a moment, then concentrated on drying the remaining wet hair. After turning off the hair dryer, he gently hit it. "You obey in his hands, but burn me in mine, you double standard freak!"
Song Qiu felt even more uncomfortable as if the hair dryer was against him, as if the whole world was bullying him tonight and not letting him sleep.
"Is he really sick? The plot doesn't say that the protagonist will get this disease."
He still couldn't fall asleep after lying down again. He was really about to collapse. He frantically recalled the plot in his mind. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and took out his mobile phone. Before his brain could react, his hand sent the message.
"Hey? Hey, hey, hey..."
There was an extra message in the dialog box with Lu Yancheng. Song Qiu looked at it and clicked "Remove" without even saying "Sleep".
Good news, the withdrawal was quick.
Bad news, the top shows that the other party is typing.
After a few seconds, the message the other party was typing disappeared, and was replaced by a message from the other side: Can't sleep?
The time showed that it was already past three o'clock. Tomorrow was a workday, but Lu Yancheng had not slept yet. This was not in line with his schedule. Song Qiu blinked in confusion and typed quickly: Why aren't you asleep yet?
【Lu Yancheng: Why aren't you asleep yet? 】
Song Qiu: ???
Did he just copy my words and send them to me?
He wanted to send a voice message to ask directly, but for some reason he felt a little guilty. Song Qiu hesitated for a while, then started typing again. He deleted and revised for a long time, and finally only five words were left: Where is the thermometer?
There was no reply from the other party, and there was no response after waiting for a minute. There was not even a prompt that the other party was typing. Song Qiu put down the phone with mixed feelings, thinking that the other party might have fallen asleep.
After all, it was already so late, and it was normal to be woken up by the notification sound of the mobile phone, reply to a message and then fall asleep again. He had done this before.
But just as he thought this, the next second, the bedroom door opened. The man who had just been texting him in the study strode in, his steps obviously anxious. He leaned over and asked, "What do you need a thermometer for? Do you have a fever?"
The two men's foreheads gently touched together, the action was so fast that Song Qiu couldn't react. He stared blankly at him as he moved closer and then further away.
"Your body temperature should be normal. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere and that's why you suspect you have a fever?"
Lu Yancheng sat down beside the bed, pulled him out of the quilt, and looked him up and down carefully. After not finding anything abnormal, he asked again, "Baby, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"I just... felt a little cold, and then a little hot, so I thought I had a fever." Song Qiu answered in a low voice. He felt really guilty for having to go through so much trouble at this time, especially after what had just happened.
"My perception may not be accurate. I'm going to get the thermometer. Don't move. Wait for me to come back."
Lu Yancheng left after saying a few words, just as anxious as when he came. Song Qiu could feel his concern for her physical condition just by looking at his back. A strange feeling spread in her heart. Although she was still lying on the bed, she suddenly didn't feel cold anymore.
"It's not your perception that's wrong, it seems like my perception is wrong." He muttered to himself, and soon saw Lu Yancheng coming back with a medical box.
It only took a few minutes to take the temperature. During that time, Lu Yancheng had been sitting by the bed and staring at him, which made him nervous. When the thermometer showed a normal value of 36.5, Song Qiu was even a little panicked.
But he soon discovered that someone was even more panicked than him.
"How can I feel cold and hot when my body temperature is fine? I asked my family doctor to come and take a look. Some conditions cannot be detected by just taking the temperature."
Seeing that Lu Yancheng was about to take out his phone to make a call, Song Qiu held his hand and said, "It's okay, no need to call a doctor. I'm fine now. Maybe... maybe it was because of the shower I took, or maybe it was because I remodeled the bedroom and I'm not used to it yet. Anyway, I feel fine now, very good, and I don't need a doctor."
The air suddenly fell silent. Lu Yancheng looked down at his hands, then looked up at him. After a long, long time, he asked him, "Then... do you want me to stay with you?"
【Author’s words】
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