Intimate Relationship Winter is the best time to kiss, cuddle and lie in bed...
11pm, Yangliuan Community.
Next to the main road, in the open space behind the flower bed, there are several sets of old fitness equipment.
A young boy with long arms and legs sat on a tall horizontal bar, and a shorter abdominal muscle board was used as a stool. Another middle-aged man sat with his legs crossed, concentrating on peeling a few peanuts in his hand.
"Do you know that you are annoying?" Xu Jiaxuan looked up at the moon in the sky, but his words of disgust were directed to the people below him.
"I'm annoyed? Who calls me for no reason? When I pick up the phone, oh, a cat fell into the ditch, and they ask me to bring people to rescue the cat. Who is more annoying?" Wu Meng felt that he should change his name to "Speechless". Ever since he came into contact with the little brat of the Xu family, he has been plagued by inexplicable troubles.
"Aren't you a people's policeman, supposed to serve the people?" Xu Jiaxuan swung his legs leisurely.
"I'm very busy, okay? And your behavior is a waste of police resources. If you were under 18, you would have been arrested and detained for a few days!" Wu Meng was also in a bad mood.
"Whatever you say, someone has to do what I can't do. Besides you, I don't know who else to turn to." Xu Jiaxuan jumped off the horizontal bar and glanced at him. "Aren't you busy? And yet you come here every day to monitor me for any violations?"
"You...!" Wu Meng considered himself a man of action, but when it came to talking, he was definitely not as good as him. "It's not that I had to come here, okay? Our leader said your family is in trouble and needs special care. Otherwise, why would I stay here in the middle of winter to watch the moon with you all night?"
Xu Jiaxuan was about to retort when he suddenly heard some movement on the main road. He and Wu Meng looked over and saw Cheng Sizhou carrying Wen Zichuan towards Building 3.
"Oh, it's them again." Wu Meng reached out and tapped Xu Jiaxuan's shoulder. "I haven't asked you yet, why did you lie to me last time and tell me someone stole something in Room 303? We had to carry a lot of stuff over there, but it was all in vain."
"I didn't say anyone stole anything. I said a thief broke in."
"Isn't it just because someone stole something when a thief broke in?"
"It could also be stealing someone."
“…”
Xu Jiaxuan didn't want to talk about this with him, so he said, "I'm sleepy, go back to sleep," and turned around and walked back.
"Wait a minute!" Wu Meng suddenly remembered something and put the peeled peanuts into Xu Jiaxuan's left hand. He then dug into his trouser pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He took out five hundred yuan and stuffed it into his right hand. "The art exam is coming up soon, right? You'll need money for transportation and meals. Here, ah."
Xu Jiaxuan looked at the thing in his hand and frowned.
Five hundred yuan was more than his monthly food expenses. He was desperately short of money recently and had no way of refusing Wu Meng's charity, but he had come up with countless reasons to decline.
"Alright, alright, go back to sleep." Wu Meng's rough hands grabbed him, "I'm leaving too. It's so cold, don't freeze to death."
Xu Jiaxuan lowered his head and tightly grasped the money. He couldn't utter the words "I'll pay you back next time". When he looked up again, Wu Meng had already walked through the flower garden and disappeared.
A handful of white peanuts soaked with sweat from his palms, making it impossible to eat. Xu Jiaxuan wanted to throw them away but couldn't bear to. He stuffed them into his pocket along with five hundred yuan and went home alone.
On this side, Cheng Sizhou helped Wen Zichuan into the living room. There was a sofa in front of them, but Zichuan refused to sit still and insisted on hugging his neck and hanging on him like a monkey.
"Remember you didn't wear this when you went out?" Cheng Sizhou held him with both hands and smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
"Yeah, I changed it at the company." Wen Zichuan had a thin layer of rouge from his cheekbones to his eyebrows, and his eyes were wet, with a hint of grievance.
The suit he was wearing was indeed too small. He raised his arm and placed it on Cheng Sizhou's shoulder, and his outer coat was lifted up along with his inner coat, revealing his slender and soft waist.
Cheng Sizhou patted the man twice and said, "Go take a shower. Don't catch a cold."
Wen Zichuan grabbed the hem of his clothes and said, "You don't like it, right? Then I'll take it off."
"Go take off your clothes in the bathroom and I'll turn on the heat lamp for you."
"Don't leave," Wen Zichuan rested his chin on his shoulder, his breath hot, "I'm so tired, I can't wash anymore."
For Cheng Sizhou, his lover's coquettishness was a comfort after a whole night of fear. He enjoyed it, but felt annoyed on the other hand. Zichuan hadn't had stomachache for a long time, and after this drink, all his previous efforts were probably in vain.
What’s even more frustrating is that in that professional environment, socializing and entertaining are commonplace and he can’t avoid them.
"Brother Zhou——!"
Wen Zichuan was caught off guard and his feet suddenly left the ground. Cheng Sizhou picked him up and carried him into the bathroom.
The warm light and hot water poured down together, dispelling the winter chill. He said he was tired and didn't want to take a shower, so Cheng Sizhou helped him take a shower, helping him to wash away the greasy smell and the smell of alcohol bit by bit.
Wen Zichuan was relaxed and happy. He just stood there and washed with his eyes half closed. Cheng Sizhou rolled up his sleeves and took a bath ball. After a while, his whole body was wet.
He didn't say a word during the whole process. Wen Zichuan held his face and leaned forward to kiss him: "Are you angry?"
"No," Cheng Sizhou dodged him, "I just wanted to finish washing quickly so I can change my wet clothes."
"Then why didn't you come with me? Was it because of that phone call? I had drunk a lot at the time, so I thought of pretending to be drunk. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be perfunctory..."
"It's okay. It's not because of you. I know you can't do anything in that situation."
Despite the explanation, Wen Zichuan still noticed that Cheng Sizhou was in a depressed mood. He didn't know whether it was because of the sequelae of worrying too much about himself, or because he suspected that he had an affair with someone else against his will.
"Brother Zhou."
"Um."
Wen Zichuan turned off the water, pushed Cheng Sizhou against the wall, tangled his fingers in his half-wet hair, and kissed him madly.
No matter what the problem between them is, human nature cannot stand the test. Some words, when spoken, are meant to be hints, but if not said, it is easy to cause misunderstandings.
At times like this, nothing is more useful than close contact.
"Hiss...!" Cheng Sizhou felt pain and touched the corner of his mouth. His fingertips were stained with blood. "Are you smelling a puppy?!"
"What's wrong with being a puppy? You can be a puppy with me and leave a mark on me too."
"Who wants to be your puppy? You bite me when you say so. It hurts like hell."
"If you don't want to, I'll get a tattoo. I'll tattoo your name and ID number on my body."
Cheng Sizhou was frustrated and frustrated by his annoyance: "Why is there an ID number?"
Wen Zichuan said seriously, "What if there's a duplicate name? Only the ID number can prove it's you."
Although it was a joke, Cheng Sizhou felt very touched. In fact, he had never worried that Zichuan would take the initiative to adapt to those unspoken rules. He was angry at himself because he had no way to protect him.
If this was just luck and Zichuan was not troubled, what about next time and the next time?
Maybe next time, Zichuan won’t even be able to send out positioning information, and Zhou Han may be on duty and unable to come to help. By the time he comes up with a solution and meets someone, perhaps things that should or shouldn’t happen have already happened.
What's more, Zichuan has to continue to work hard in the circle, which will make subsequent condemnation and rights protection difficult.
There are also some things that Cheng Sizhou dare not think about or say.
When Liu Shixing was in college, he was also harassed. Although he was heartbroken and angry, he chose to settle the matter privately because he did not dare to make a big deal out of it. He asked the man to make a perfunctory apology and let it go.
Perhaps the fragile relationship between him and Liu Shixing was foreshadowed at that time.
So Liu Shixing hated him, hated his cowardice, and hated his incompetence.
But Cheng Sizhou didn't want the past to repeat itself, and he didn't want Wen Zichuan to hate him. Whenever he thought that one day in the future, Zichuan would point at his nose and call him a coward, he would be deeply overwhelmed by the feeling of fear.
After taking a shower, the two of them lay together in the warm bed.
"Zichuan, do you have any plans for New Year's Day?" Cheng Sizhou asked.
"Ah?" Wen Zichuan rubbed his nose. "There's a small performance. I can finally attend the comic convention with them..."
"That's a good thing. Is the comic convention near Dengyuan?"
"Um, the local comic convention, are you coming?"
“Will I be lucky enough to sit in the front row?”
Wen Zichuan hugged his waist, nestled into his arms, and rubbed the hollow behind his chin with the strands of hair on his forehead: "Of course, you are mine..."
He spoke vaguely, and Cheng Sizhou didn't hear clearly: "Your fans?"
Wen Zichuan moved up and put his lips close to his ear: "You are my family member."
His unique ending tone scraped Cheng Sizhou's eardrums, and his tenderness was mixed with an indescribable ambiguity. Cheng Sizhou then remembered that the first row of seats for the performance were mostly reserved for relatives or friends of the cast and crew.
"Really?"
"Yes, absolutely."
It was snowing outside the window, and the sound of the snow was like the whisper of a lover. Cheng Sizhou covered her with snow, and kissed every part of Wen Zichuan devoutly as if he was holding the rarest treasure in the world.
Cheng Sizhou didn't let Wen Zichuan go until he was satisfied.
It was quiet all around, and the two of them snuggled up quietly, thinking how nice it would be if time could stop at this moment.
Wen Zichuan no longer has to deal with complicated interpersonal relationships, and Cheng Sizhou no longer has to worry about the pressure from his family. They just need to hug each other and keep each other warm to survive this cold and long winter.
It was late at night and most people in the city had fallen asleep. A luxury car drove with its lights on, heading towards the imperial capital.
"Mr. Wei, you should take a rest. No matter how much work there is, you have to go back to deal with it." Lan Qin, assistant to the president of Xingyu Feiyu, sat in the passenger seat and gently persuaded Wei Jing who was sitting in the back seat.
"It's okay, I'm not drunk." Wei Jing's alcohol tolerance was developed through socializing, and it wasn't enough to make him drunk tonight.
Lan Qin had been working all day and was extremely tired. However, due to workplace etiquette, she couldn't rest either since her boss didn't.
"How is Candy?" Wei Jing asked.
Candy is Wei Xiaoming's English name, which he used when he was abroad. President Wei also used to call him that in public.
Lan Qin took out her phone, turned on the live feed from the guest room camera, and handed it over: "After Wen Zichuan left, he was stunned for five minutes, then took a shower, played with his phone for half an hour, and now he's asleep."
In the picture, the boy was sleeping peacefully. Perhaps because the air conditioner was turned on too hot, one of his arms was exposed.
Wei Jing frowned slightly: "Only five minutes?"
Lan Qin smiled and said, "Candy is always smart. She should understand that you are just joking."
Wei Jing stared at the screen for a few seconds, then suddenly turned it off in annoyance.
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