Chapter 116 Idiot
Zhang Lian didn't use hot water, letting the coolness soak into his whole body.
Small streams of clear water slowly fell down, dripping on the tiles on the ground.
Zhang Lian's slender eyes closed lightly, his black eyelashes drooped, and crystal clear drops of water rolled down the depressions in his lower abdominal muscles.
His skin was whiter than that of most people, and there were many red abrasions on his back. The cold water flowed over those wounds, and the places where the blood had faded became even more shocking.
The liquid accumulated under his feet was stained light red by the blood.
Li Ziyue breathed very shallowly, and after a long while he said "hmm" in a drawn-out voice.
"How come the injury is so serious?" He went into the bathroom and took a pure white towel from the side.
As Li Ziyue stretched out his hand, Zhang Lian put his hand on it obediently.
"It's not serious." Zhang Lian said in a muffled tone, but his voice still sounded aggrieved.
It seems like he is trying to be brave.
Li Ziyue felt very uncomfortable. It was the same when Zhang Lian had a high fever before. When asked if he felt uncomfortable, people could hardly hear what Li Ziyue said and could only shake their heads.
He lowered his head to wipe off the blood still on Zhang Lian's body, and was startled by the coolness of Zhang Lian's body: "Is there no hot water? Why are you using cold water?"
There was some confusion between Li Ziyue's brows.
Did the bathroom look like this before? He remembered that when he took a bath, the space here was not so narrow, and the equipment was not so backward. There were also a few black and white hamsters who came in to help him get ready.
Zhang Lian was silent for a while, just looking down at Li Ziyue.
When Li Ziyue's eyes met his again, Zhang Lian lowered his eyes slightly, and pinched the hem of Li Ziyue's shirt with his free fingers: "Brother, my hand is injured, I can't take a shower."
How could Li Ziyue not know what Zhang Lian was thinking.
"I'll go get some hamsters."
His clothes were pulled, and before Li Ziyue turned around, he heard Zhang Lian's voice coming from behind him: "...Okay."
Unexpectedly, there was no bargaining, no acting coquettishly, and no rejection.
If Li Ziyue was heartless, he would have really gone out to look for the hamster, but he was a thoughtful person who loved to guess other people's intentions.
Such a reaction would most likely lead to one situation - Zhang Lian was seriously injured and he didn't want Li Ziyue to know.
But this conflicted with the fact that the bathroom door in front was not closed tightly.
For a moment, Li Ziyue really couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.
The most troublesome thing for Li Ziyue was the game between him and Zhang Lian in these areas. An ideal game should be based on the absolute rationality of both parties, which was obviously impossible.
Whenever Zhang Lian is involved with anything, emotion can easily overcome the rationality that Li Ziyue has always been proud of.
He stopped and sighed slowly.
"How can I help you?"
Zhang Lian blinked: "Brother, can you help me take it off..."
He pointed to his lower body.
"No, no," Li Ziyue stuttered, "Don't you still have enough strength to hold the shower head? Take your time, I'll wait for you."
Zhang Lian looked at his wrist full of scars and said "Oh".
The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was particularly clear in the silent night. Li Ziyue didn't know why he subconsciously turned his back even though they were both men.
Until everything returned to silence, Li Ziyue was still staring in a daze at the shadow cast by Zhang Lian in front of him.
Zhang Lian poked his left shoulder lightly.
Li Ziyue heard another strange and rapid drum sound rising in the bathroom, which matched the rapid flow of his hot blood.
Maybe it had already existed, but he had always pretended not to hear it.
However, Zhang Lian pushed him out the door before he turned around.
Li Ziyue was confused and a little upset because of his previous random thoughts: "You..."
He met Zhang's eyes again.
Too many passionate words were suppressed in the eyes as deep as the sea, like hot bluestone that had just been burned by flames.
The AI continued to sound emotional fluctuation reminders in Zhang Lian’s mind.
Zhang Lian closed the bathroom door most of the way, leaving only a little space for Li Ziyue to see half of his face clearly.
There was a rare obvious smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was still a hazy moisture on his curled eyelashes.
"Li Ziyue," Zhang Lian said in a calm voice, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he spoke, "You really are not on guard against me at all."
Before Li Ziyue knew what was going on, he was locked outside the door by the person in front of him.
On the way back to the bed, he seriously wondered if he had spoiled Zhang Lian too much recently.
How did Zhang Lian develop this habit of sometimes calling him brother and sometimes calling him by his full name?
What to guard against and what not to guard against?
The sound of water in the bathroom started again, matching his disordered heartbeat.
Zhang Lian picked up the snow-white hamster hiding in the corner of the bathroom into his palm. He gently pressed the back of the hamster's neck and reset the bathroom structure.
The cold water flowed down naturally from the ceiling, quickly soaking his entire body.
Zhang Lian leaned on the wall with one hand, watching the water flow along the lines of his body.
He pushed the loose hair on his forehead back, revealing his handsome and heroic eyebrows. He had completely lost his calmness and daze, and a hint of sharpness was imprinted on his facial features.
His eyelashes were dotted with water droplets. He didn't know how long it took, but when the heat in his body completely dissipated, he simply rinsed himself with warm water.
When I came out of the bathroom, Li Ziyue was leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, and looked like he was about to fall asleep.
The hamster jumped up and down, reminding him to stand still and wait for a few seconds for his hair to dry again. However, Zhang Lian twisted the hamster's neck and made a quiet gesture to it.
The hamster covered its eyes with its two little paws, then rolled up its body into a furry ball and shrank into the corner to enter hibernation.
Zhang Lian held a dry towel in his hand, but he didn't use it, letting the water droplets on his black hair drip down bit by bit.
He sat on the edge of the bed, bent down, and rubbed Li Ziyue's neck with his wet hair.
"Brother," Zhang Lian whispered, "I can't hold the towel steadily, can you help me blow dry my hair?"
He rubbed it again and said coquettishly, "Okay."
Now I know to call you brother.
Li Ziyue actually hadn't slept yet. He opened one eye and patted the back of Zhang Lian's neck.
"stand up."
Zhang Lian sat down obediently.
Li Ziyue took the towel handed to him by Zhang Lian, and his fingertips moved through Zhang Lian's soft black hair through the thick towel. Both of them were silent.
The night was exceptionally quiet. The bathroom light was off, and the only light left in the entire room was a small bedtime lamp by the bed, which was still dimly lit.
Zhang Lian's ears were dyed pink again, and Li Zi felt more and more excited: "Finally, I waited until you were shy."
"Besides being shy, ears can also turn red in certain situations," Zhang Lian pursed his lips, hesitating to speak, and then followed Li Ziyue and said, "I am shy."
Li Ziyue looked at him, put the half-wet towel aside, and covered Zhang Lian's ears with his hands.
The plum was scalded there and he shuddered.
He found a plug-in hair dryer from the other side of the room. Although there were many more convenient objects to blow away the moisture left by Zhang's hair, he liked this more primitive and slower way.
The warm wind was blowing, and his frowning brows were mostly covered by the blown hair. The indifference on his face faded away, and he put on a harmless, obedient and quiet look.
Li Ziyue asked Zhang Lian to turn his head, and Zhang Lian looked over obediently. A strong wind that was deliberately increased blew towards him, blowing the black hair in front of Zhang Lian's forehead to the back, revealing his clear features.
Zhang Lian's eyes were dull, like a puppy that could be manipulated by anyone.
Li Ziyue looked at him and smiled.
Then someone held the back of his head, and his body fell uncontrollably. The hair dryer fell from his hand and was caught by Zhang Lian.
As soon as the wind stopped, the panicked heartbeat started again.
The corner of his mouth was bitten by someone first, and the person held him captive, making it difficult for him to breathe for a while, and then his lips opened, allowing the other party to take advantage of the opportunity to enter.
Li Ziyue had an earring piece on the tip of his tongue, so it was easy to touch that place when kissing. The foreign object stimulated an unbearable electric current. Zhang Lian was a person who loved to bite, so the thin piece added some force, which actually made the tip of his tongue feel numb at different levels.
Li Ziyue turned his face to the side, but Zhang Lian forced it to straighten.
At this time, Zhang Lian's ears became even redder.
Zhang Lian's grey earring was attached to his right earlobe. The lights in the room were dim, and the earring completely wiped out his deliberately pretended obedience, leaving only the perverseness of wantonly invading Li Ziyue.
The kiss extended from his bitten swollen lips down, and Zhang Lian unbuttoned his pajamas buttons one by one with his mouth. Zhang Lian occasionally touched his slightly cool skin. Li Ziyue hissed and tried to push Zhang Lian away, but his hands were already held down by someone.
Where did you learn this?
Li Ziyue groaned: "...Zhang, Zhang Lian."
"You are injured, don't have drastic emotional ups and downs."
Zhang Lian stopped moving, looked at Li Ziyue carefully from top to bottom, and tilted his head slightly: "Brother."
At this moment, Zhang Lian was like a beautiful but fragile piece of glass.
"It hurts." He said softly.
Li Ziyue's heart, which had just been forced to harden, softened again.
He hesitated and said, "Where does it hurt?"
The medical equipment here is very complete, but Zhang Lian hastily used the least effective Band-Aid to solve the problem. It would be strange if it didn't hurt.
He pinched the side of Zhang Lian's face, and Zhang Lian just blinked at him innocently.
"It won't hurt so much if you divert your attention." Zhang Lian pressed down and kissed him again. Li Ziyue felt dizzy from the kiss, but he was still a little conscious.
His eyes suddenly cleared up, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Lian, isn't your hand so painful that you can't even lift a towel?"
"Why couldn't I break free when you were holding my wrist just now?!"
Zhang Lian shut up, his long eyelashes fluttering up and down in front of Li Ziyue.
Next time I'll have to give Li Ziyue a little more wine.
He thought without reflection.
Zhang Lian’s speechlessness resulted in him being kicked off the bed for the umpteenth time.
After he sat on the floor pitifully for a while, Li Ziyue called him up again.
"You are injured," Li Ziyue patted him, "Go to sleep quickly."
Zhang Lian's eyebrows revealed a slight smile, and he obediently let Li Ziyue stuff him into the quilt.
"Close your eyes now."
Li Ziyue ordered dryly.
Zhang Lian was actually very well behaved when he closed his eyes quietly. If he covered his eyebrows, the rest of his facial features would appear very gentle. Li Ziyue looked at him for a long while, then put his hand on the pillow between him and Zhang Lian.
Zhang Lian seemed to sense something. He narrowed his eyes slightly and held Li Ziyue's wrist again.
The back of Li Ziyue's hand was held in Zhang Lian's hand. Zhang Lian turned his head slightly and put his warm lips on Li Ziyue's fingertips until every finger was kissed by him. He then kissed Li Ziyue's palm gently, and finally put his cheek obediently on Li Ziyue's trembling hand.
"elder brother."
His eyes were bright, with a small curve at the corners, and the earrings behind him were quietly attached to his red earlobes.
Normally, Zhang Lian would like to stick to Li Ziyue, but at this moment he kept a little distance from him. Li Ziyue naturally knew why.
He looked at the turmoil in Zhang Lian's eyes, and quickly lay down on the bed, no longer looking at Zhang Lian.
But he didn't pull his hand away.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Ziyue looked over tentatively and saw that Zhang Lian's breathing was steady, and he had obviously fallen asleep.
He turned sideways and kissed Zhang Lian lightly on the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you for your hard work, go to sleep."
In fact, Li Ziyue didn’t know that the AI in Zhang Lian’s brain had been constantly reminding him of his emotions.
Such an ambiguous night.
Li Ziyue curled up on the other side and fell asleep. Zhang Lian leaned over and stared at his smooth, white neck in a daze.
I really want to bite it.
He found Li Ziyue's hand from under the quilt, and then slowly interlocked their fingers.
Li Ziyue knew that Zhang Lian had been suppressing the out-of-control, violent, and lustful self in his heart, but he didn't know that Zhang Lian had hidden this layer very deeply.
It was so severe that Zhang Lian had to play dumb in front of Li Ziyue again and again in order to control it.
When it comes to love, if Li Ziyue had fought harder, things might have been very different.
Li Ziyue would not know that his indulgence and soft-heartedness became the ropes that tied Zhang Lian. These soft cotton balls piled up in Zhang Lian's heart, firmly trapping all his desires.
Zhang Lian carefully hid his fangs.
Li Ziyue always said that he was set up by Zhang Lian without paying attention, but in fact Zhang Lian had no way to deal with Li Ziyue.
When two very smart people meet, they both become fools.
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