Why would a perfectly normal grown man just copy what a young girl says?
Is it appropriate for you to call someone "handsome brother"?
Sheng Yan felt his ears were a little hot.
He hasn't truly missed a target since he was ten years old, and this is the first time in so many years.
Therefore, he had reason to suspect that Qin Zigui did it on purpose.
Otherwise, why is it that when the little girl said similar things, he only found them cute and interesting, but when Qin Zigui said them, he felt...
He didn't want to think that way.
He doesn't even like men, so why does he think Qin Zigui is any different? Is he crazy?
It must all be because of her pride after that competition with Qin Zigui in the bathroom that day, that she found Qin Zigui's handsomeness a bit annoying. In reality, Qin Zigui isn't that handsome at all.
I'm not as good as myself.
Moreover, I'm quite manly and would never act so coquettishly, unlike some people who have no backbone and only know how to be a femme fatale.
Sheng Yan thought to himself, then coldly turned around, reloaded the bullets, and fired the remaining nineteen shots, hitting the target every time. He just barely made it to the second prize, enough to get the Little Prince's crystal ball.
When Sheng Yan handed the crystal ball to Qin Zigui, he also took back his "dragon" from him, and said with dissatisfaction, "Is it really worth it for a pirated little prince?"
"Anyway, I already have the official version."
Qin Zigui's answer was somewhat irrelevant.
After answering, Qin Zigui casually put the pirated Little Prince crystal ball into the innermost compartment of his backpack, zipped it up, and then looked up to ask Sheng Yan, "Did you have enough?"
"It's alright, but I'm mainly worried that if we keep playing like this, Uncle Long will go bankrupt." Sheng Yan twirled the sugar painting in his hand, eating it slowly and deliberately.
The man next to me, "Uncle Long," counted the money in his pocket and laughed, "That's right. It's just that the trade fair is almost over and the business is almost done, otherwise I would be furious with you."
"How could that be? I gave you a lot of money when I was a kid." Sheng Yan and his brother put their arms around Uncle Long's shoulders. "Just from eating your spicy snacks, I've been sent to the hospital with acute gastroenteritis several times."
"You still say you've won the most prizes from me when we were kids? Crystal balls, toy guns, trading cards, spicy snacks—you got a freebie!" Uncle Long shrugged disdainfully, trying to shake Sheng Yan off, but couldn't help but smile. "So you were born to play with guns. How about it, still playing?"
"We're fighting." Sheng Yan didn't hesitate. "Otherwise, how could we possibly wipe out your stall tonight? If you don't mind, I can come back tomorrow."
"Go away, take your things and leave. Don't let me see you again." Uncle Long grabbed a few packets of spicy strips and stuffed them into Sheng Yan's pocket, just like when he was a kid, then laughed and shooed him away.
Sheng Yan knew this was a shy gesture from a middle-aged man, so he casually picked out a gun, paid the most expensive price, waved to Uncle Long in a nonchalant manner, hooked his arm around Qin Zigui's neck, and swaggered out.
In the hot summer, sugar melts quickly, leaving a sticky, gooey residue on the lips and teeth, giving a slightly sweet taste to the mouth.
Sheng Yan, however, remained oblivious, simply draping his arm over Qin Zigui's shoulder and lazily saying, "You brought me here today just to make me happy, didn't you?"
The sweet scent, carried on the humid air, landed beside Qin Zigui's ear, making him feel sick and nauseous.
He didn't deny it, hooking his backpack strap over one shoulder, looking straight ahead, and asked in a very calm tone, "So, were you pleased with yourself?"
"It's alright." Sheng Yan's tone was somewhat casual, as if to prove that he really didn't care. "Actually, I'm not as unhappy as you think. Although it was indeed quite infuriating, it's all in the past now. Besides, what I enjoy is shooting itself, not the competition, so it's not that upsetting. I'm just..."
Qin Zigui tilted his head to look at him: "What is it?"
"Xue Yi hit the nail on the head. I don't know what I should do in the future." Sheng Yan smiled, seemingly carefree.
Qin Zigui turned his head and asked, "Don't you want to go back to play in the competition?"
"I do want to, but why would I compete? Just for medals? I don't think I'm that interested, big enough to do it for a lifetime."
Sheng Yan spoke casually.
Qin Zigui did not respond.
Sheng Yan sighed helplessly again: "So someone like me is probably destined to be a good-for-nothing rich kid who never worries about food or clothing. Life is truly tragic."
The moment the long sigh fell, everyone in the entire trade fair who could hear it instantly turned to look at him, their eyes filled with intense contempt and hatred.
Sheng Yan was pinned to the spot by the glare: "..."
Qin Zigui offered a belated friendly reminder: "You'll get beaten up for talking like that."
"Nonsense, do you need to tell me?"
Sheng Yan rolled his eyes in annoyance. He was about to explain that he didn't mean it that way, but before he could even open his mouth, the gazes of the onlookers gradually changed from class hostility to fear and panic.
"?"
Is he scary-looking?
Before Sheng Yan could react to what that look meant, he was suddenly bumped from behind, followed by a gust of wind.
A young man, clutching a woman's purse and wearing a mask and black hat, darted past him and then fled through the crowded and noisy exhibition hall.
Behind them, a woman and a fat security guard ran breathlessly, shouting, "Catch him! Catch him! He snatched your bag! You little thief! Don't let him get away!"
These days, those who still come to trade fairs are either kids looking for something new or middle-aged and elderly people looking for bargains. Few of them, whether brave or physically strong, can keep up with this thief.
Realizing this, Qin Zigui instinctively tried to pull Sheng Yan back, but Sheng Yan was one step ahead of him. He quickly took off his schoolbag, stuffed it along with the sugar painting into Qin Zigui's arms, and without saying a word, he propped himself up on the table, jumped over, and ran after him along the less crowded path.
Qin Zigui gritted his teeth in anger, took out his phone, and followed after them.
Outside the trade fair was an old street, shrouded in heavy rain late at night. Compared to the brightly lit interior, it was pitch black and desolate.
The thief was probably a repeat offender. After running out of the most crowded area, he thought he wouldn't be caught again and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he looked back to check the situation.
When I turned around, I saw a super handsome guy with incredibly long legs holding a gun, chasing after me at lightning speed through the pouring rain, his face cold, like something out of a movie.
Thief:"???"
Who is this handsome guy?
Why do we need a gun to catch a petty thief these days?!
Is public security really that good now?
Is it really necessary to steal only two or three hundred yuan?!
Driven by their instinctive awe of socialist security, the thief ran even faster without a second thought.
Over the years, he has rarely failed in this area, relying on his outstanding professional skills and parkour techniques, especially his escape after a successful hit. He can run as fast as he wants, and most importantly, he knows this old town area well. He can find any corner and alleyway, and ordinary people simply cannot catch up with him.
So every time, he successfully shook off both the owner of the lost item and the security guard.
But this handsome guy is running even faster than him!
And their reaction time is incredibly fast; you can't shake them off at all!
Despite the heavy rain, the other party acted as if nothing was wrong!
He was holding a gun, that was fucking scary!
Heavy rain in the middle of the night in the old town's alleyways.
He was pursued relentlessly by a man armed with a gun, all by himself.
This is the first time I've ever encountered something like this in all my years as a thief.
In that instant, he felt as if he were the villain in a Hong Kong police and gangster film from the 1990s, incredibly handsome and utterly tragic.
When he was so exhausted that he could no longer run, he looked back and saw that the tall, handsome guy had finally disappeared from the rain. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, lean against the wall, bend over, and gasp for breath as if he had survived a disaster.
"Holy shit, I almost missed... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
Before he could finish saying the words "my reputation is ruined in my later years," his bent back was kicked in mid-air, and he fell face-first to the ground.
Then, in the next second, someone pressed his knee against his back and twisted his arms behind his back, causing him to struggle in pain and howl in pain.
He was about to struggle, but the next second a gun was pressed against his temple: "Behave yourself. Stealing a wallet might get you out in ten days or half a month, but assaulting a police officer is a different story."
Sheng Yan grew up in this area. Back then, because he was short and wanted to get revenge on Pang Hu, he often used his intelligence to let the older kids fly kites around in this area. So, you shouldn't be too familiar with the terrain.
Once he discovered the thief had run into the dead-end alley, he jumped over the wall from the other end and caught him red-handed.
The thief was of average intelligence and lacked education; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up on this path of crime. So, when he was surrounded and captured, and upon hearing the words "assaulting a police officer," his first thought was a scene from a police drama, and he asked incredulously, "Are you an undercover officer?"
Sheng Yan held the small gun he had taken from Uncle One-Eyed's stall in his hand without blinking: "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, just be honest. When my colleague comes, I can try to get you some leniency."
He believed that, given Qin Zigui's work style, he would have called the police immediately. And even if he couldn't run as fast as them because he was carrying too much, he should at least be able to keep up with their general location.
Sure enough, no sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of police sirens came from not far away.
It's confirmed that they were plainclothes officers.
The thief was pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the puddle, and said resentfully, "I was just unlucky today, running into the cops. I admit defeat."
Sheng Yan neither denied nor spoke, but simply held the man down tightly, like a seasoned and ruthless police officer.
The thief gave up resisting.
I feel that losing to such elite personnel is not a loss.
When the police arrived, handcuffed him, and put him in the police car, just as they were about to close the door, he couldn't help but turn around, intending to take one last look at his formidable opponent.
Then they saw a boy who looked like a high school student, carrying a backpack on one shoulder, holding a sugar painting, and holding an umbrella. He pulled the "plainclothes officer" under the umbrella in front of him, frowned, and asked in a low voice as if he was suppressing his temper: "Are you hurt?"
The elite member who had just been so seasoned and ruthless lowered his head guiltily, put his hands behind his back, and whispered, "No."
"Turn around once."
The male high school student looked displeased.
"oh."
The elite core members are honest and hardworking.
After one round, it was confirmed that there was no damage whatsoever.
The high school boy's expression softened slightly, and he stuffed the candy back into the hands of the elite student.
The thief, who had witnessed the entire incident, slowly typed a question mark: "?"
Something seems off.
Before he could even react, a veteran officer stepped forward and patted the cold-faced plainclothes officer on the shoulder: "Young man, very good. Our station will commend you for your act of bravery. But you can't do this again next time. You're a high school student; it's too dangerous. Do you know how worried your friend was? He almost wanted the city's criminal investigation team to come directly."
The veteran police officer laughed and teased.
Qin Zigui kept a straight face and didn't say anything.
The thief standing nearby: "???"
High school student?!
Who is a high school student?!
High school students are allowed to carry guns?!
Don't give it a damn!
Then the veteran officer chuckled and asked, "Your gun?"
Sheng Yan quickly and honestly handed over the toy gun: "Toy gun."
The thief, who had been lying prone in a puddle for ages with a toy gun pointed at him: "???"
Toy gun?!
Finally realizing he'd been completely outmaneuvered by a high school student, the thief couldn't help but curse, "You son of a bitch! You motherfucker..."
"Shut up!" Before he could finish cursing, a pretty policewoman frowned and scolded, "Do you even have the right to speak here? You better behave yourself!"
After saying that, he slammed his hand on the car door, forcefully shutting down all the foul language.
With his hands cuffed, the thief could only press his face against the glass through the car door, glaring at Sheng Yan with gritted teeth, impotent rage, cursing and swearing wildly.
However, Sheng Yan outside the car couldn't hear a single word. He could only hear the old police officer praising him from head to toe: "You kid, you have good athletic ability, good physical fitness, quick reflexes, you are calm in the face of trouble, you are not afraid of trouble, you are very resourceful, and you also have a sense of justice. You put the interests of the people before your personal safety. You are a rare talent and will surely have a bright future."
Since leaving the shooting team, apart from Zhu Peng and Gou You's flattery and Ms. Xu's mother's biased 800-meter perspective, Sheng Yan had never heard such sincere and generous praise from his elders.
He seemed to have gotten used to Huang Shuliang chasing after him every day, scolding him for being a spoiled brat who caused trouble and was useless. So, faced with such heartfelt appreciation and praise, he felt a little embarrassed.
The veteran police officer smiled and patted his head: "Good boy, don't be nervous. This is a good thing. Come with us to the police station to make a statement, and then you can go home. Otherwise, your friend might be worried to death."
Sheng Yan, who rarely gets praised as a good kid, blushed a little, stole a glance at Qin Zigui, and then replied nonchalantly, "Okay, no problem."
Qin Ziju acted as if he hadn't heard or seen anything. With a cold face, he carefully wiped the excess water off his face and didn't say another word. It was as if the words "I'm not happy" were written all over his face.
After giving his statement and leaving the police station, he coldly said, "I'll go back to my grandma's house tonight."
The rain was pouring down, it was already late at night, the trade fair had just ended, and it was difficult to get a taxi nearby. It was also a long way to get back to Shiwai. Sheng Yan was soaked to the bone, and by the time he finally got to queue up to go home, he would probably have caught a terrible cold.
Sheng Yan didn't refute, and simply said "Oh".
The two of them walked silently toward the residential compound for government employees behind the police station.
The raindrops pattered against the umbrella, making the atmosphere between the two unusually silent.
Sheng Yan felt somewhat uneasy and guilty.
This feeling of guilt has a long history, and if I had to trace it back, it would be to my childhood.
Compared to Ms. Xu, Sheng Yan's father was not a wealthy man; he was just a handsome criminal police captain. He died in the line of duty while Sheng Yan was still in Ms. Xu's womb, so Sheng Yan never actually met him.
But perhaps due to his genetic influence, Sheng Yan had an excessive sense of justice from a young age.
A pretty little baby, carrying a small water gun every day, thinks he is an unparalleled hero, and wherever he goes, he shouts in his baby voice to defend the weak.
As a result, once she left the family compound, she couldn't beat anyone and could only come back crying every time, tears streaming down her face as she looked for Qin Zigui to hug her.
Qin Zigui wasn't very old at the time, and he couldn't hide his emotions well. Also, the two were in different grades, so they couldn't keep an eye on each other 24/7.
So every time Qin Zigui saw Sheng Yan get injured, he felt both heartache and sadness. He was angry but reluctant to give birth, and he couldn't bear to scold him. If he tried to reason with him, Sheng Yan would still do it again next time.
It wasn't until Sheng Yan impulsively got into another fight and suffered severe facial injuries that almost left him with a lifelong scar that Qin Zigui realized Sheng Yan had no idea how to protect himself.
So that time, Qin Zigui hardened his heart, put on a stern face, and didn't coax Sheng Yan when he acted cute or hug him. He just took care of Sheng Yan with a cold face and didn't say a word. Then, behind his back, he went to find the children who had injured Sheng Yan and beat them up severely. He also came back with injuries all over his body.
It was only after that that Xiao Shengyan realized that when someone he cared about got hurt, he would also worry and feel sad, and even get angry because of this worry, sadness and anger.
He didn't want his mother, aunt, and brother Zigui to worry or get angry, so he held Qin Zigui's little finger and made a promise that he would protect himself before becoming a little hero.
However, despite saying that, due to his nature, Sheng Yan would forget this promise most of the time over the next ten years.
Then Qin Zigui will catch you in the act, and he will sulk, keeping a cold face and not saying a word while taking care of you. You will feel very uncomfortable and guilty, and go to Qin Zigui to act cute and apologize. Then you will receive a lecture on safety awareness from your naturally male mother, who is both angry and heartbroken. In the end, you will still dare to do it next time.
Therefore, this sense of guilt has become an instinct over the years.
Even when the two were having the worst of their cold war, Sheng Yan would always try to avoid Qin Zigui whenever he was injured. Now that they have just reconciled, they are inseparable.
Sheng Yan's Chinese language skills were limited, so he felt that as long as the meaning of the idiom was roughly expressed, that was enough. Anyway, he didn't like seeing Qin Zigui's cold and silent face.
So when they reached the courtyard gate, they stopped and looked at Qin Zigui with a look of grim determination, saying, "Just rant about what you have to say now, so we don't end up arguing later."
Qin Zigui turned his head to look at him.
Sheng Yan then blurted out all his thoughts: "What do you mean I shouldn't have been so reckless and impulsive, shouldn't have disregarded my own safety, shouldn't have acted on impulse, shouldn't have been so brainless and reckless? Go ahead and scold me if you want, you'll feel better after you've done it, and I'll feel better too."
As he spoke, he raised his head and puffed out his chest with an air of "you can curse me all you want, I'll be as arrogant as I want."
Qin Zigui just watched him quietly.
Behind him was a courtyard wall covered with roses. It had just rained heavily, and the flowers and leaves had been washed clean by the rain. One rose in particular was especially arrogant, braving the wind and rain to peer at the sky from the top of the wall, showing its strong vitality.
The wall beneath the flowers has silently watched over their blooming for many years.
Things that are clearly not of the same nature insist on being entangled together.
Just like how he knew from a very young age that he and Sheng Yan were not the same kind of people.
If they encountered robbers in the same car, Sheng Yan's first thought would be how to protect the safety of everyone else in the car, and he would only think about how to protect himself, even if it meant sacrificing others.
This is the essential difference between him and Sheng Yan.
Therefore, he has no right to tell Sheng Yan that he did something wrong.
All he could do was make the wall stronger so it wouldn't collapse.
But he didn't do it very well.
Recalling the genuine praise and affection that the uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters in the police station had shown for Sheng Yan, and then thinking of Huang Shuliang's often excessive words, Qin Zigui reached out and pressed down a tuft of hair that had stuck up on Sheng Yan's head because of the fight: "You think you know a lot, don't you?"
Sheng Yan: "Hmm?"
"Since you understand the principle, there's no point in me saying anything more. Go inside, take a shower, and change your clothes." Qin Zigui said, turning around and taking out his key to open the door.
This still makes me unhappy.
Sheng Yan's thinking isn't that complicated; he can only rely on intuition.
He didn't want Qin Zigui to be unhappy, so his instinct was to coax her. However, perhaps because they made too much noise, the old couple who had already gone to bed turned on the lights and got up. When they saw them, they were surprised and said, "Zigui, Yanyan, what brings you here?"
He had to swallow back the words of comfort.
Qin Zigui took out his and Sheng Yan's slippers with practiced ease and said gently, "Sheng Yan and I came to the trade fair to browse around, but it got too late and the rain was too heavy, so we couldn't get a taxi and decided to stay here for the night."
After saying that, the old couple finally saw Sheng Yan's condition and said anxiously, "Oh dear, Yan Yan, why are you soaked like this? Go to the inner room to take a bath and let Grandpa run you some hot water. Zi Gui, you wash up outside too. All your things are still in their original places and haven't been touched."
Grandma Sheng Yan, wearing a coat, came up and immediately started making arrangements.
Qin Zigui quickly helped her up: "Grandma, you and Grandpa go back and rest. I'll take care of Shengyan."
While changing his shoes, Sheng Yan also advised, "That's right, Grandma, let's go back to our own home. Don't treat us like guests."
"It's rare for you to come back." The old man just wanted to see his grandson a little longer.
Sheng Yan understood their thoughts, looked up and smiled: "Don't worry, Grandma, we're back so we'll stay for the weekend and leave on Sunday. You should go and get some rest."
Hearing this, the elderly couple finally felt relieved. After all, they were getting old and couldn't stay up all night. They gave a few instructions and then went to rest.
When Sheng Yan came out after taking a shower and changing his clothes, the two elderly people had already gone to bed, and only the light in Sheng Yan's room was still on.
Qin Zigui had changed into his old pajamas, his hair slightly damp, and was half-lying on Sheng Yan's bed, leaning against the headboard, one leg bent, head down, holding a pen, correcting something.
This is a house that Sheng Yan's maternal grandparents were allocated by their work unit in the last century. It has three bedrooms, two living rooms, and a large courtyard. At the time, it was considered very prestigious, but now it looks a bit old.
However, since the elderly couple had lived there for most of their lives and were used to it, they never moved. The rooms were always shared by the elderly couple, Ms. Xu, and Sheng Yan and Qin Zigui.
In fact, Qin Zigui's maternal grandparents' house was also upstairs, but because they passed away early and Qin Ru and Jiang Ping were busy with work at the time, Qin Zigui was basically fostered by Sheng Yan's maternal grandparents from a young age, and the old couple treated him like their own grandson.
No wonder he has such a bad temper.
They were spoiled when they were kids.
Living at his house, she really treated him like her own brother, wanting to take care of everything he did.
Why should he? He's an adult now, you know.
Sheng Yan finally realized belatedly that Qin Zigui was at most a peer with whom he had a good relationship. Why should he be afraid of making him angry? He hadn't done anything wrong, so why should he coax him?
He was the only grandson of the Xu family for three generations!
Thinking it over, Sheng Yan confidently raised his chin and lifted the old, whirring standing fan, asking, "Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"
Qin Zigui was correcting the two math papers that Sheng Yan had just finished that day, and replied casually without looking up, "No one has been back to live here for too long, the air conditioner is broken, I'll find someone to fix it tomorrow."
"...Alright then."
Sheng Yan failed to find fault and reluctantly climbed into bed.
Qin Zigui flipped the test paper over: "You sleep inside."
"?" Although Sheng Yan had originally planned to sleep inside, he still asked, as if looking for trouble, "Why should I?"
"Even if you use a fan, your stomach will get cold."
Qin Zigui downplayed it.
Sheng Yan: "..."
The attempt to find fault failed again.
Recalling the pain of frequent gastroenteritis when he was a child, Sheng Yan obediently stepped onto the inside of the bed, lay down properly under the cool blankets, with only his head sticking out.
In the past, to prevent him from falling off, Grandpa made the bed extra wide. Back then, I felt like I could do whatever I wanted on it. But now, when two tall boys, both over 1.8 meters, lie side by side on it, it feels a bit cramped.
Time really flies.
Sheng Yan realized he wasn't trying to make conversation with Qin Zigui; he just suddenly felt like expressing a sentiment. So, he said somewhat affectedly, "Time flies. I just realized Grandma has aged a lot. Do you think Ms. Xu will ever be this old?"
"meeting."
Qin Zigui answered without holding back.
Sheng Yan: "..."
Is this something a human being should say?
He realized that Qin Zigui wasn't going to give him any face today, so he decided to go all out and gritted his teeth, saying, "Be careful, or I'll tell Ms. Xu, and she'll beat you to death."
"Yeah, I'm terrified."
Qin Zigui mercilessly drew a big X on Sheng Yan's math exam paper.
Sheng Yan: "..."
This guy is so damn hard to please!
"Qin Zigui! What exactly do you mean! I wasn't injured this time! And I already said you can curse me if you want! Who are you trying to fool with that cold face! Do you think you're the only one who can give me that cold face! You act like nobody cares about you! If you're angry, just be angry, I'll fight you..."
"I'm not angry with you."
"Um?"
Qin Zigui interrupted Sheng Yan, turned his head and looked down at him, and said seriously, "I was just reflecting on myself, wondering why my reaction wasn't as fast as yours, so you wouldn't have to chase after me."
"...?"
What kind of logic is this?
Sheng Yan, who had prepared a long and reasoned argument, blinked and his brain went blank when he met Qin Zigui's gaze.
"I'm just angry with myself for this. I promised to protect you, but I didn't. That's all." Qin Zigui said, reaching out to touch Sheng Yan's forehead. "You got caught in the rain. Go to sleep early, or you'll catch a cold tomorrow."
He spoke so casually, but when Sheng Yan felt his palm touch his forehead, his heart began to pound involuntarily.
This must be some kind of ominous premonition.
"Qin Zigui".
Sheng Yan opened his eyes wide and looked at him warily.
Qin Zigui smoothed his hair, his tone nonchalant: "What's wrong?"
"Don't you think you've been a little too nice to me since we made up?"
Even if Sheng Yan was slow to realize it, he could sense that this kind of special kindness was definitely not the kind between ordinary brothers.
His gaze toward Qin Zigui was filled with utter shock and wariness.
Qin Zigui's heart tightened instantly, and the fingertips that were fiddling with Sheng Yan's hair involuntarily curled up. In that instant, he had already thought of a thousand ways to explain things to Sheng Yan.
Then Sheng Yan asked incredulously, "You didn't overhear my mom saying she wanted you to be her godson, so you're eyeing my savings for a wife, are you?!"
"..."
After a brief silence, Qin Zigui, expressionless, gripped the edge of the blanket and pulled it down, covering Sheng Yan's handsome but not particularly bright head. Her tone was as cold as the millennia-old snow of Changbai Mountain: "Go to sleep. I'll buy you walnuts tomorrow."
Why buy walnuts? He doesn't even like eating walnuts.
After pulling the blanket off, Sheng Yan was too lazy to waste any more words with Qin Zigui. He changed to a more comfortable position, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.
He had been staying up late studying functions for the past few days, and today he was both playing in a competition and chasing a thief, so he was already exhausted. His head was also a little dizzy from being caught in the rain, so he quickly fell asleep.
But after an unknown amount of time, I vaguely woke up again because of the heat.
On a sweltering summer night, with the fan mostly blocked and an air-conditioning blanket covering him, he felt sweating profusely and sticky all over.
I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes or my mouth, so I simply pushed the blanket to the side and tugged at my pajamas a few times, tearing the neckline open so that my entire shoulder and back skin was pressed tightly against the bamboo mat. Only then did I feel much better.
Then I drifted off to sleep again.
But perhaps because the night was getting deeper, Sheng Yan gradually felt cold. In his hazy and drowsy state, he felt a chill running through his body.
Driven by his body's instincts, he wanted to find a source of heat. When he finally found a warm place, he crawled inside without thinking. When he touched a familiar body, he instinctively rubbed against it.
The person being rubbed against simply instinctively cupped the back of his head and mumbled, "Ayan, don't move."
The moment the words were spoken, the person who said them suddenly stopped moving.
Three seconds later, he reached down and touched a smooth, delicate skin. Upon closer inspection, he felt the boy's thin, slender shoulder blade.
Qin Zigui paused slightly, opened her eyes in disbelief, and looked down. Then, by the light of the street lamp outside the window, she saw Sheng Yan lying in her arms, his shirt nowhere to be seen, his arms still tightly wrapped around her waist.
At that moment, all of Qin Zigui's good manners turned into a surge of anger: "Sheng Yan!"
Sheng Yan seemed to be in great pain, lying drowsily on Qin Zigui, frowning in dissatisfaction: "Don't be fierce, my head hurts so much."
Qin Zigui closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He felt that his head wasn't much better at the moment.
He'll be driven crazy by Sheng Yan sooner or later.
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