"I'm sorry, it was my mistake." 019 felt a little guilty.
The little fool, Monk Yan, had been around for too long, and his once clever and wise brain had become dull.
"It's alright, it's alright, I remember it," Shang Yan waved his hand.
After clicking on Zhou Ping's entry, Shang Yan sent him a message.
Don't treat me like a human being: Zhou Ping, how long are you going to work there? When are you coming back?
The other end must have been busy, because it took them quite a while to reply.
Hey bro: I'm loading the goods. Hurry up today, I'll be back in four hours.
Four hours?
Shang Yan did the math carefully. It was already past nine o'clock. Wouldn't it be one o'clock in four hours?
Is Zhou Ping always this busy and stays up this late?
Don't treat me like a human being: If you get tired over there, take a rest.
Good brother: Okay.
The brief chat ended there. Shang Yan pounced on the bed and pulled the covers over himself.
It's very hot now, so he only covered the area around his belly button, leaving the rest of his body uncovered.
After playing Plants vs. Zombies on his phone for a while, Shang Yan put down his phone with a livid face after his brain was eaten ten times by the zombies.
"Why did you stop playing?" 019 asked curiously, as it found the game quite interesting.
Seeing that Shangyan had stopped playing, 019 turned into a small round ball, rolled around in front of the phone, and started playing the game.
"I've quit." Shang Yan wiped his face and lay down on the bed, exhausted from fighting. His brain had been eaten by zombies so many times that he felt like he was going to go crazy.
He lay there like that. It was actually his usual bedtime. Shang Yan didn't look at his phone. After lying there for a while, he felt his eyelids drooping.
The soft moonlight shone in from outside, dazzling his eyes.
"I can't take it anymore, I can't hold on much longer," Shang Yan yawned and picked up his phone from the side.
019, who was in the midst of a final battle with zombies, said anxiously, "I'm not finished yet, wait a minute!"
The round little ball stretched out its two black-striped arms and shouted loudly.
"I'll send you a message." Shang Yan opened the little green message, scrolled to Zhou Ping's chat box, and started typing somewhat absentmindedly.
Don't treat me like a human being: I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to take a nap.
Don't treat me like a human being: Zhou Ping, remember to wake me up when you come back later, I haven't brushed my teeth yet.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ping glanced at his phone during a break from loading the goods. When he heard Shang Yan say that, his brow twitched slightly.
Good brother: Okay.
Upon seeing Zhou Ping's reply, Shang Yan stopped trying to hold on. He closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.
Seeing that he was asleep, 019 slowly rolled over to Shang Yan's side, turned on her phone, turned down the volume, and went to play a game on it.
Shang Yan slept for a very long time.
He was quite well-behaved when he was asleep, his hands and feet didn't wander off, but he lay obediently flat on his back with his hands on his lower abdomen.
In the middle of the night, Shang Yan vaguely saw a rather tall figure sitting by the bed.
"Shang Yan?" Zhou Ping, who had finished his work and returned through the window, reached out and nudged Shang Yan.
His hands were very hot, and when they touched Shang Yan's slightly cool shoulder, they burned him, making him flinch.
"You haven't brushed your teeth yet, get up and brush them..." Zhou Ping continued to call out to Shang Yan relentlessly.
Upon hearing that he needed to brush his teeth, Shang Yan suddenly sat up with his eyes closed, as if triggering some key word.
"Yes, yes, I haven't brushed my teeth yet," Shang Yan said, squinting as he stood up.
Zhou Ping handed him the toothbrush, and seeing that he was a little dazed, he simply walked ahead and led him to the bathroom.
After slowly brushing his teeth, Shang Yan felt a little more awake. He still seemed a bit sleepy, and said in a muffled voice, "Shall we go back?"
"You go back first, I haven't washed yet," Zhou Ping nudged Shang Yan, pushed him out, and closed the door.
After giving a dazed "hmm," Shang Yan returned to his bedroom. Just as he lay down on the bed, a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he was about to drift off to sleep when 019 in his mind suddenly called out.
"Shang Yan, don't sleep yet, look!" 019 shouted loudly, and Shang Yan felt his head tremble.
This time he was truly jolted awake, and Shang Yan suddenly opened his eyes.
Feeling a bit tired from being woken up in the middle of the night, he slowly got up and looked around.
Just then, I saw Zhou Ping taking clothes from the wardrobe.
His back was broad and thick, and there were still water droplets on his lean waist. He was wearing a white bath towel wrapped around his lower body, which was positioned so high that Shang Yan could see his thighs.
At that moment, the moonlight poured down, revealing the young man's scarred back to Shang Yan.
"You're awake?" Zhou Ping quickly took out a dark blue shirt and put it on, covering his scarred back.
A pale pink hue spread from her neck to her cheeks; it was unclear whether she was annoyed or embarrassed after being seen.
With his back to Shang Yan, he meticulously buttoned up the front buttons until he reached the collar, making sure that none of his scars would be visible before he felt at ease.
Shang Yan sat quietly on the bed, tilted his head, and said, "Zhou Ping, you're so slow."
He acted as if he hadn't seen the scar on Zhou Ping's back at all, and didn't ask any further questions.
"...", Zhou Ping heard him say that, and then took out another pair of shorts and put them on.
He also had several crisscrossing scars on his legs, and he wanted to find a pair of long pants to wear, but he couldn't find any.
Zhou Ping's face flushed even more with anxiety, and he finally had to ask, "Shang Yan...where did you put my pants?"
"Long pants?" Shang Yan thought for a moment, then replied, "I forgot..."
Zhou Ping:......
Never mind, it's nighttime and the lights are off, Shang Yan probably can't see it, right?
Comforting himself in this way, Zhou Ping slowly moved to the bedside.
His movements were as slow as a tortoise's, and the uneasy expression on his face made it seem as if the bed belonged to someone else, not him.
Shang Yan looked at the figure standing by the bed with a puzzled expression. "Why aren't you coming up? This is your bed. Are you getting so distant just because you haven't slept in it for a day?"
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping sat silently on the bed and said somewhat stiffly, "No."
It's not the bed that's estranged, it's the person in the bed.
"Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow," Shang Yan said, then lay down straight on the bed.
He reached out and patted his right side, saying, "I left half for you. This bed is a little small, but if we don't move around too much, it'll be more than enough for us to sleep on."
For a long time, Zhou Ping did not make a move.
Shang Yan asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you thinking about?"
“…It’s nothing.” Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, then lay down next to Shang Yan.
He lay there properly, without moving.
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