If you wake up to find the person you love lying in your arms, disheveled, hugging you and rubbing against you, and you don't react, then it just means that this man is no good.
But Qin Zigui, as a mature male high school student with excellent physical abilities, felt that he was very capable.
Therefore, I cannot describe exactly how I feel right now.
Anyway, I dared not move rashly, for fear that I might accidentally cause an accident and Sheng Yan would find out that something was wrong.
But staying still makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.
Summer nights are inherently hot and humid, and pajamas are thin, so the burning sensation and feeling on the skin are unavoidable, not to mention that Sheng Yan is practically naked.
The pajamas were inexplicably ripped down to just the last two buttons, and the silk fabric slid down, revealing the entire shoulder and most of the back, as well as the boy's slender and smooth waistline, and the full curve of the rest of his body.
She was still clinging to Qin Zigui's waist, her head resting on his chest, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, making her look as if Qin Zigui had done something beastly the night before.
If Qin Zigui had actually done something, then so be it.
The problem is that in the few days since he reconciled with Sheng Yan, he has been avoiding almost every place he can.
Every night, Sheng Yan would stay in his bed to sleep, and he would consciously go to sleep in other rooms. When he couldn't sleep, he would do math problems. He did more and more problems, and the temperature of his bath water would get lower and lower.
Even before going to bed tonight, Qin Zigui made a point of moving to the very edge of the bed to maintain the safest distance from Sheng Yan, just in case he couldn't control himself and did something that crossed the line between brothers, making Sheng Yan uncomfortable.
Despite his best efforts to guard against all temptations and maintain a pure and tranquil mind, this person still snuggled into his arms, barely clothed, showing no shame, disregarding male virtues, or any sense of propriety.
Qin Zigui glanced down at him, and his blood surged instantly. But he couldn't really do anything to the man, so he could only suppress his anger and grit his teeth as he called out, "Sheng Yan!"
Anyone with a modicum of common sense could have sensed the barely suppressed anger and danger in those words, and would have instinctively fled for their life.
But Sheng Yan's mind was always so different. After hearing this, he just frowned, hugged Qin Zigui, and rubbed against her a few times in dissatisfaction: "Don't be fierce, my head hurts so much."
His pronunciation was unclear, muffled, and carried a hint of childish tantrums, making Qin Zigui seem genuinely fierce.
Thus, Qin Zigui's breath was abruptly forced back down.
He was still fierce?
What exactly makes him fierce?
If he weren't a human being, Sheng Yan would know what a real villain is.
But despite his anger, speechlessness, and burning hatred, Qin Zigui's long-standing instincts allowed him to immediately grasp the key point, reaching out to touch Sheng Yan's forehead: "Why does your head hurt?"
Sheng Yan's head was spinning, and he frowned, shrinking deeper into the blankets: "I don't know, it just hurts and I'm cold."
Qin Zigui pressed his palm against Sheng Yan's forehead; it felt slightly hot, but not very noticeably.
Thinking that Sheng Yan had been caught in the rain the night before and was so restless in his sleep, Qin Zigui frowned, pulled Sheng Yan off her, wrapped him up in the blanket, got up, turned on the light, and prepared to get out of bed.
Before Sheng Yan could react, he was wrapped up like a silkworm, with only his head sticking out. He looked at Qin Zigui with a dazed expression and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Let's see if you have a fever." Qin Zigui pulled a thermometer from the bedside table, turned sideways, and held it up to Sheng Yan's forehead to scan him.
37.9, not bad, it should just be a common cold with fever.
"I'll make you a packet of cold medicine. Drink it and take a nap. If you still feel unwell when you wake up, we'll go to the hospital." Qin Zigui's tone and expression were as cold and rational as ever.
However, Sheng Yan immediately noticed that his emotions seemed a little off.
"Qin Zigui, are you unhappy?"
Sheng Yan thought that Qin Zigui might be a little unhappy because he had recklessly gone out to catch a thief and ended up getting caught in the rain and catching a cold and fever. So he asked her a question tentatively.
Qin Zigui remained expressionless, put away the thermometer, and replied calmly, "No, don't overthink it."
He wasn't actually angry; he was just feeling stifled. He didn't dare get too close to Sheng Yan, nor could he show it, so he seemed rather sullen.
But Sheng Yan didn't think so.
Normally, when Sheng Yan is sick or injured, Qin Zigui is very patient and considerate, and speaks very gently, just like coaxing a child. Only when Sheng Yan himself is sick will Qin Zigui express his unhappiness through silent care.
So Qin Zigui must be angry.
Sheng Yan was very certain.
So when Qin Zigui returned with a steaming cup of cold medicine, Sheng Yan very consciously sat up wrapped in the blanket, took the cold medicine, and obediently coaxed, "Qin Zigui, I know I was wrong, please don't be upset, okay?"
Their attitude was very sincere, and their tone was very obedient.
But as soon as he reached out to take the cup, the cup slipped off his shoulder, revealing once again his disheveled, shameless, and unchaste appearance.
The key point is that the impact from the front is greater than that from the back.
Qin Zigui, who had just calmed down a bit, immediately tightened his grip on the cup, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, word by word, "Sheng Yan, get your clothes on."
Sheng Yan then realized that his pajamas had sagged down to his waist.
However, he didn't think much of it. He sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly tidied his pajamas. Halfway through, he even took a moment to touch his own abs and said with satisfaction, "Actually, I have a little bit too, just not as muscular as yours, but the lines are still pretty good, right?"
As Sheng Yan spoke, he looked up at Qin Zigui with an expectant look, like a straight man lifting weights in the gym seeking praise from his buddy.
When Qin Zigui opened his eyes, he saw Sheng Yan rubbing his slender, fair waist with his fingertips, looking at him expectantly. He choked on his breath and almost choked to death.
If Sheng Yan were replaced by anyone else right now, Qin Zigui would be absolutely certain that this was a deliberate seduction.
But this person just happens to be Sheng Yan, so Qin Zigui has reason to believe that he has absolutely no other intentions besides simply wanting to compare abs.
But just because he doesn't have it doesn't mean others won't.
As a mentally and physically healthy high school boy with a winding and unconventional life, Qin Zigui did not answer his question. He simply slammed the cup on the bedside table with a blank expression, turned around, took a thin blanket from the wardrobe, and walked out.
Sheng Yan hurriedly asked, "Where are you taking the blanket?"
Qin Zigui didn't even turn his head: "I'm going to sleep on the sofa outside."
"???"
Sheng Yan typed three question marks directly.
The sofa at his maternal grandmother's house wasn't the soft sofa you have at home; it was a hard mahogany sofa. Could anyone sleep on that?
"Qin Zigui, just tell me honestly, do you have a problem with me or not!" Sheng Yan finally couldn't hold back and asked this question in an annoyed tone.
Qin Zigui turned around, expressing his incomprehension with a slightly raised eyebrow.
Sheng Yan said angrily, "Count for yourself how many days I've lived in your house. Every night I've slept in your bed, but every night you've slept with me? At home, it's fine, since I sleep in your bed and you sleep in mine, that's reasonable. But this is at Grandma's house. You'd rather sleep on the wooden sofa than sleep with me. Tell me, don't you have a problem with me?"
Qin Zigui: "..."
I have no problem with you, but I do have a problem with you flirting but not being able to satisfy my needs.
After a brief silence.
Qin Zigui chose to tell the truth: "I didn't."
"Then why won't you sleep with me? Do I smell bad or do I snore? I'm so pleasing to the eye, and my sleeping posture is so elegant and charming. Would it be a disservice to you to have you sleep with me?"
Sheng Yan acted self-righteously and unreasonably, like a domineering male lead interrogating a naive female lead about why she wouldn't submit to him. He was so domineering that he even acted aggrieved, as if Qin Zigui had really done something to wrong him.
Qin Zigui looked at his loose pajamas, recalled his sleeping posture of throwing himself into her arms, and listened to his repeated claims that "my sleeping posture is so elegant and charming." For the first time, she understood what it meant to "get caught in a trap and not be able to reason with him."
Straight men and him are from two completely different worlds in terms of their thought processes.
Therefore, considering both her own physical health and Sheng Yan's personal safety, Qin Zigui remained unmoved despite Sheng Yan's angry face: "I can't sleep, I want to go out and do my math homework."
"...Qin Zigui! Do you think I'm stupid?!"
Sheng Yan finally lost his temper and jumped out of bed, ready to have a good fight with Qin Zigui.
As a result, because he already had a cold and fever, and felt dizzy and lightheaded, and his legs had gone numb from sitting cross-legged, he stood up aggressively, and before he could even utter any harsh words, he started flailing his arms and legs and began to fall down.
The old houses here all have mahogany beds, and they don't have soft mattresses or Simmons mattresses. If you really fall, it will hurt a lot.
Qin Zigui, who had been expressionless, stepped forward and grabbed Sheng Yan's wrist. Sheng Yan instinctively grabbed his wrist back, but the air-conditioning blanket under their feet slid forward along the mat, causing Qin Zigui to fall down unexpectedly.
And so, with a bang, the two of them, chicken and bird, tumbled head over heels onto the bed, entwined in a passionate embrace.
"Qin Zigui!"
Although Sheng Yan was protected by Qin Zigui and fell on him, his elbow still hit the bed board, making him gasp in pain.
She tried to get up, but her limbs were weak and she was tangled in a knot between the air-conditioning blanket under her feet and the thin blanket in Qin Zigui's hand. She tried several times but couldn't get up. In the end, she could only angrily shout Qin Zigui's name in a fit of rage.
Qin Ziju felt a burning desire as the boy rubbed against him, but he had to restrain himself. He could only press the boy's head down, frown slightly, and say, "Don't move."
The tone sounded rather harsh.
Sheng Yan instantly became even angrier: "Qin Zigui, you're still yelling at me?!"
Qin Zigui felt his furry head nuzzling against his neck, and closed his eyes in despair, sighing, "I didn't."
Sheng Yan retorted, "If you didn't, then why do you dislike me and refuse to sleep with me?"
How did we end up back here again?
Qin Zigui felt a bit of a headache.
He originally thought that with Sheng Yan's thick skin, as long as he was rational, calm, and knew his limits, Sheng Yan wouldn't notice anything amiss, and the two of them would be no different from before.
But he never expected that Sheng Yan's nerves were thicker than his waist. So thick that they were causing him extreme distress.
This can't go on forever.
Qin Zigui felt it necessary to give Sheng Yan a more direct answer: "Don't you think it's disgusting for two men to be too close?"
"Huh?" Sheng Yan, who was being held by Qin Zigui's neck and couldn't lift his head, asked in confusion, "When did I say that?"
"Last year on your birthday at a karaoke bar."
"ha?"
Sheng Yan didn't seem to remember yet.
Qin Zigui added casually, "KTV, gay, disgusting."
After a brief silence.
Sheng Yan seemed to remember something: "Oh, you mean that? It's not about whether they're gay or not. It's about how disgusting it is for two people to do that kind of thing in a public place like a toilet. It has nothing to do with whether they're gay or not."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zigui's hand, which was pressing on the back of his head, paused slightly.
Sheng Yancai seemed to suddenly realize something, broke free from his hand, looked up, and exclaimed, "Damn it!" "Qin Zigui, how could you do this?"
"?"
Qin Zigui turned his head to look at him.
What's wrong with him?
Sheng Yan, his face filled with anger and righteous indignation, exclaimed: "How can you discriminate against sexual minorities?!"
Qin Zigui: "???"
As if he had finally found the crux of Qin Zigui's problem, Sheng Yan lectured him very seriously and righteously: "Why is being gay disgusting? Although I am straight as a rock, is it wrong for someone to like boys? Just because you think being gay is disgusting, you have to mind even normal interactions between brothers? Qin Zigui, is this funny? Can't you have some magnanimity?"
As he spoke, Sheng Yan angrily tried to get up, ready to get away from Qin Zigui, this old-fashioned, narrow-minded, and utterly narrow-minded straight man.
However, after climbing halfway up, her feet stepped on the air-conditioned blanket again, and she slipped and fell straight onto Qin Zigui again.
And it was perfectly balanced, hitting the high flag squarely.
As a result, Sheng Xiaoyan, who was just indignant and a champion of justice, froze on the spot.
Qin Zigui, who had been holding back all night, lazily put his arm behind his head, enjoying his stiff and blank expression, and slowly uttered two words: "Perspective?"
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