It's obvious that you should have guessed some things without saying them...
Even though they are familiar with each other now, they can't always meet shirtless, as it will easily cause trouble.
Cheng Sizhou remembered that his pajamas, which he often wore, had just been washed, but they were not on the balcony or on the sofa. Zichuan must have put them away for him.
He couldn't enter Zichuan's bedroom without permission, so he waited until the sound of the shower stopped before he peeked outside the door and asked, "Zichuan, have you put away the clothes today?"
A muffled voice replied, "They're all in my room. Get them yourself."
After receiving permission, Cheng Sizhou pushed the door open and went in. He had indeed put away all the clothes, but...
Their shirts, coats, trousers, and even underwear were all mixed together and piled on the bed. When he tried to sort out his own, he inevitably touched his.
"Mom..." He looked helpless on the surface, but in his heart he was crying for his parents.
A short-sleeved shirt and jeans would be fine, but why are there a few pairs of white cotton underwear that are slightly smaller than my size? But after taking a closer look, I suddenly think they are so cute!
"Oh my god—" Cheng Sizhou howled again.
Wen Zichuan walked over, wiping his hair: "Are you talking about the person in the photo? That's my mother."
"Ah?" Cheng Sizhou looked away and found an old small photo frame on the bedside table with an old photo embedded in it.
If Wen Zichuan were a game character and had a title on his forehead, his title would definitely be "rescue champion" or "artificial step".
This sentence resolved the awkwardness so timely. Cheng Sizhou sat down, picked up the small photo frame, and looked at it carefully.
In the photo, a young woman is holding a little boy's hand. The boy is handsome and his eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Zichuan.
"It's a souvenir of my tenth birthday." Wen Zichuan shook his hair and sat next to him.
"A beautiful mother raising a beautiful son, it really is a genetic advantage." Cheng Sizhou glanced at the little boy, then at Wen Zichuan, and suddenly realized that he also came in wearing only underwear and a short-sleeved shirt. He was embarrassed for a moment, "...Put your pants on!"
"This is my bedroom...and my pants are under your ass."
Cheng Sizhou's face flushed red, and his scalp felt like it had been struck by several electric shocks.
He pulled out the pants he was sitting on, stuffed them into his arms, picked up his pajamas, stood up and was about to go out.
"Brother Zhou, wait a minute!" Wen Zichuan called him.
"Ah?" Cheng Sizhou turned around.
Wen Zichuan picked up a piece of clothing from the pile, folded it into a tofu block in no time, and held it in front of him: "The weather is getting cold, so I bought you a shirt. By the way, I took it out of the water for you and dried it. It's just right for you to wear."
I don’t know if Zichuan can hear the heartbeat, but Cheng Sizhou can hear it clearly. That fist-sized thing is beating happily in his chest.
Seeing that he was stunned and didn't take it, Wen Zichuan simply put it on him: "I picked it based on your daily style. Try it on and see if it fits you."
Cheng Sizhou considers himself a mature man in his thirties, but his psychological defenses seem to have been eaten by moths, and a shirt can destroy them all.
He didn't want to admit that he was a person who would be overjoyed if he got a little bit of sweetness. If his weakness was caught by others, those scattered self-esteem would never be put together again.
"Hey, are you trying to bribe me?" Kidnapped by the damn desire to win, Cheng Sizhou raised his eyebrows and smiled in a rogue manner, trying to turn the game around.
"It's not bribery." Wen Zichuan lowered his head, his eyelashes casting a shadow. "Just wear it for now. Cut the tag off. Even if you don't like it, you can't return it."
It was not until he returned to his room that Cheng Sizhou realized what had happened.
He not only lost, but was completely defeated.
He was so tormented by Wen Zichuan's lost expression that he stood there like a wooden stake, allowing him to dress him. He was not allowed to leave until he had fastened the last button.
"Zichuan..."
The dry grass in his body suddenly ignited. Amidst the flames and thick smoke, Cheng Sizhou saw the white seagull again. He couldn't wait to follow it, fly farther, fly higher, fly out of the maze of fireworks, and crash into the bright sky.
He let out a long breath, his body reacting uncontrollably.
"Brother Zhou." Wen Zichuan didn't want to let him go. Less than a minute later, he rushed into his room with a basin of hot water. When he raised his head, his eyes fell on his waist and abdomen.
"What are you doing again?!" Cheng Sizhou pulled the quilt over himself.
"...I just saw a bruise on your arm. Let me apply some hot compress to help it heal faster." Wen Zichuan looked ashamed.
Bruise on your arm? Wasn't that from a "sniffing puppy" biting you the other day?!
"Leave it there, I'll do it myself." Cheng Sizhou's face was red and blue.
"I'm sorry, are you angry? I didn't use much force, how could there be a bruise..."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's none of your business. I have a scar-prone constitution, so wounds and scars don't heal easily."
"So how's the injury on your left hand? It rained today, did it get wet?"
"The wound isn't deep. I put a waterproof bandage on it. Don't worry, ah."
Cheng Sizhou is really in trouble. If Zichuan continues to bother him, he really can't guarantee what will happen.
Wen Zichuan's ability to capture emotions was first-rate. He could hear Cheng Sizhou's impatience, so he didn't dare to keep talking to him.
The water in the basin was very hot. After he wrung out the towel, his fingers were burned red. "Remember to apply a hot compress. I'll go see if there's anything to eat in the refrigerator."
Cheng Sizhou looked at his back as he left, and his heart felt like it was stung by a scorpion, painful and numb.
Are you a coward, Cheng Sizhou?
Why can't you just admit you like him? Even if the sky falls, so what? You're taller than him, right? Even if the sky falls, it'll fall on you. Whether it's insults or accusations, as long as you can hold on and can't hurt Zichuan, what's there to worry about?
Ever since he tasted the fun of picking people up from get off work, Wen Zichuan would wait at the alley entrance in advance to pick up Cheng Sizhou and take him home whenever he had no work in the afternoon.
The two walked side by side in the alley, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the flower walls of the houses on the roadside, dyeing the mirabilis jalapa that protruded from the wall with a charming and attractive bright color.
Cheng Sizhou lazily put his arm around his shoulders and said, "You come here every day, and several colleagues recognize you."
"What did they say?"
"Of course I'm asking what our relationship is."
"How did you reply?"
“I said it was my roommate, but they didn’t believe me.”
"Then what?"
"I told you I owed you a lot of money, and you were afraid I would run away, so you kept an eye on me every day."
"That's too much trouble, isn't it? If I really want to collect the debt from you, I can just take a few... um... pictures of you without clothes. If you don't pay me back, I'll post them all over the Lantern Festival."
Cheng Sizhou laughed so hard that he fell backwards: "Wow, you are so bad!"
How could Wen Zichuan bear to give him up to others? But since he said he was bad, he might as well go along with him and say, "So don't mess with me. Be nice to me."
"Zichuan, are you still bothered by me and Xu Yang? Or me and my other colleagues?"
"No, haven't I made it clear? I'm not that petty."
"But you always guard me like an insecure child. Tell me the truth, are you worried that I'll get close to someone else and then distance myself from you and ignore you?"
"Can you?" Wen Zichuan stopped and waited attentively for an answer.
"I don't know how." Cheng Sizhou suddenly felt like doing it and ruffled his hair.
In fact, Wen Zichuan could feel that although Brother Zhou never said a certain word, their relationship was getting closer day by day.
This is good. After all, feelings cannot be forced. For example, his mother missed his father for decades, but they never met again after the rainstorm.
Perhaps, if we lower our expectations to the lowest level, we won’t be disappointed so easily.
After dinner in the evening, they collapsed on the sofa, each playing with their mobile phones comfortably.
"Haha! I really didn't know it was so funny before I clicked it, haha! Come on, come and see!" Cheng Sizhou laughed so hard that he slid off the sofa, relying only on the strength of his waist to avoid sitting on the ground.
"What is this...?" Wen Zichuan leaned over to look, laughing so hard that he fell onto the sofa, "Hahaha...! Hahahaha!"
Watching funny videos is like this: if you watch it alone, you may laugh for a few times and then forget about it, but if you watch it with someone, you can laugh for at least a minute without stopping.
"Stop laughing, hahaha, get up quickly," Cheng Sizhou nudged him with his elbow, "make room for me."
"I won't. Whoever occupies it owns it!" Wen Zichuan deliberately slept with his arms and legs spread out, trying very "hard" to fill the entire sofa with his thin little body.
"You said it!" Cheng Sizhou turned over and rushed forward, his two knees wedging into the gaps on either side of his waist, and said condescendingly, "This big area belongs to you. Is it okay for me to squeeze in a little while?"
Wen Zichuan stopped smiling and had no intention of playing with his phone. The two kneecaps resting against his waist were still moving restlessly, and a burning sensation went straight to his heart.
For people with fair skin, blushing is very obvious.
Cheng Sizhou looked at him as if he had drunk alcohol, with two blushes slowly appearing on his face, extending to his earlobes, creating a circle of cherry pink.
Hey, how can Zichuan be so handsome?
There was a light like ripples in her bright eyes, her nose was high, her lips were plump, and her jaw was not as bony as it used to be because she had been eating better recently, but it was still smooth and beautiful.
Cheng Sizhou was so obsessed that he stretched out his hand to touch her, but he suddenly stopped mid-air and scratched the back of his head instead: "Okay, I won't bully you anymore, get up."
Wen Zichuan turned his head and said in a muffled voice: "Brother Zhou, hold me, then I will get up."
Cheng Sizhou had just stood up when he was frightened by these words and stopped where he was, with a rumbling sound like thunder in his head.
He is no longer an innocent boy, and he must be aware of the ambiguity of the word "hug". His embarrassing situation must have been seen by him, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it, it would only make it more obvious.
"Zichuan, I..."
"Okay, I get it." Wen Zichuan immediately sat up and interrupted him, "My waist hurts a bit after lying down for a long time, I just want to get some support."
"Back pain?" Cheng Sizhou's IQ dropped completely.
"Yeah," Wen Zichuan knelt on the sofa, hugged him from behind, and put his arms around him halfway before pressing a spot on his waist. "It hurts a little here, but it's not serious."
The feeling of physical contact was both familiar and unfamiliar. Cheng Sizhou's temperature was slightly higher. He had just taken a shower and still exuded a refreshing coconut scent.
Wen Zichuan loosened his arm before he could react. He knew very well that he should not be too greedy. If he pushed too hard, he might scare him away.
Time passed by second by second, Cheng Sizhou let out a long sigh, and a sentence that had been going around in circles finally came to his lips.
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