Holding Shang Yan's somewhat slender waist, Zhou Ping's ears turned slightly red.
He secretly glanced at Shang Yan several times, and felt slightly relieved after finding that he showed no signs of waking up.
It's good that he won't wake up.
His hand tightened again, and he moved closer to Shang Yan.
He'll fall asleep if we get any closer.
Feeling trapped in his sleep, Shang Yan murmured unconsciously and rolled over a little.
Zhou Ping:...!
This time, she really rolled solidly into his arms.
Shang Yan's body temperature wasn't hot, and he moved a few times after his back was pressed against Zhou Ping's.
The restraint around his waist seemed to tighten, and he could no longer move. His sensitive waist was being held very tightly, and he tried to back away.
The other body pressed against his back was very hot, and this backward movement pushed him into Zhou Ping's arms. Shang Yan, who was sleeping soundly, could even faintly hear the "thump-thump" of a heartbeat.
The strong, powerful heartbeat echoed in my ears, only gradually subsiding long afterward.
Zhou Ping held Shang Yan stiffly like this, and now he could see Shang Yan's sleeping face magnified when he looked down.
He thought to himself that he might have done something really unusual today and probably wouldn't be able to sleep.
With a slight tremor of his eyelashes, he rested his chin on the top of Shang Yan's head, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.
That's not bad either.
Shang Yan always sleeps very soundly; I hope he wakes up early tomorrow and returns to normal.
At three o'clock in the morning the next day, Shang Yan suddenly woke up.
He slept soundly, but would often wake up startled during the night.
In the past, Shang Yan could simply wake up and then go back to sleep, but now he simply... couldn't convince himself to fall asleep.
Zhou Ping turned sideways and reached out from behind him to pull him into his arms. He lifted the blanket slightly, his gaze lingering on the hand on his waist for two seconds before Shang Yan quietly covered himself with the blanket again.
This doesn't look like him crawling into Zhou Ping's arms at all.
No wonder I felt like I was bound by something when I went to sleep at night, and I couldn't break free no matter how I moved.
If we just sleep like this, what will the two of us say to each other tomorrow morning?
Fearing that Zhou Ping would be embarrassed, Shang Yan moved slightly, trying to break free.
After shifting slightly so that his back was no longer pressed against Zhou Ping, Shang Yan prepared to press on and try to gently pull Zhou Ping's hand away from his waist.
Shang Yan closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, and tried very hard to expel the cocoon.
"……good."
A hoarse voice sounded in his ear, and then Shang Yan was held even tighter. Zhou Ping, whose consciousness was a little hazy, thought that Shang Yan wanted to run away while he was asleep, and habitually spoke up.
Then he pulled Shang Yan towards him.
All previous efforts were in vain, and Shang Yan leaned against Zhou Ping, his body tense.
【What does 019 mean?】
【019 Stop pretending to be dead, look at him, look at him...】
"He seems to have become gay," 019 replied to Shang Yan calmly.
It even went so far as to add fuel to the fire, saying, "I saw it yesterday; he held you as you fell asleep!"
[He definitely has ulterior motives towards you. Boys need to protect themselves when they're out. What should you do if he hugs you like this?] 019 loves to watch the drama unfold.
It patiently guided him, just when it thought Shang Yan was going to push Zhou Ping further away.
Shang Yan, now fully conscious, turned around and was truly embracing Zhou Ping face to face.
"Should I kiss him again?" Shang Yan clutched his heart.
019, [?]
Before 019 could even begin to question, a sharp, explosive sound rang out: "Why are you taking off his clothes, Shang Yan? I told you to protect yourself, not to just go at him!"
"Can't I?" Shang Yan asked bluntly.
At this moment, Zhou Ping also woke up. Shang Yan had already unbuttoned one of the buttons on his shirt. Zhou Ping's hand, which was originally on Shang Yan's waist, trembled and he hurriedly tried to cover his already open shirt.
"Shang Yan, what are you doing?" His ears were completely red, his eyes were still dazed from just waking up, and his voice was a little nasal.
She looked exactly like a young woman about to be taken advantage of by a bully.
"Is that not allowed?" Shang Yan asked bluntly again.
His hands didn't stop moving at all; he had already unbuttoned the second button.
Zhou Ping:......
What's going on? It's the middle of the night, it's clearly 3 a.m....
"Are you sick again?" Zhou Ping asked uncertainly.
"No." Shang Yan stopped what he was doing. In the dimly lit room, he could clearly see the crisscrossing scars on Zhou Ping's chest.
He couldn't block it with just one hand.
"What happened? Why all of a sudden..." Zhou Ping hurriedly pulled his hand back, and only breathed a sigh of relief after buttoning up his clothes.
"..." Shang Yan hesitated, unsure whether he should speak.
He didn't speak, which made Zhou Ping even more flustered. Could it be that he... saw everything just now?
Yes, that must be it. He must feel extremely disgusted with himself.
He himself didn't have the courage to look at those hideous scars, let alone Shang Yan.
As Zhou Ping was lost in thought, just as he was realizing that accompanying Shang Yan to Cangnan City was a terrible decision...
Shang Yan, with his peculiar train of thought, said, "Can you stop doing this? I kind of want to kiss you."
Zhou Ping:? ? !
"You saw it all..." How could you still think that way!
He was very sensitive to what others said and could tell that Shang Yan was serious when he said that.
"You're sick again... I'll go get you some medicine." He tried to get out of bed in a fluster, his words somewhat incoherent.
"I'm not sick, I'm telling the truth, I really wanted to do that just now," Shang Yan said, grabbing his hand.
He was unbelievably sincere.
It was this sincerity that made Zhou Ping even more flustered; after being pulled back, he froze on the spot.
"I took off your clothes because if I kissed your face and you woke up, it would be hard for me to explain," Shang Yan explained seriously, sitting on the bed.
"No, does it make sense that you took off someone's clothes?" 019 was shocked, knowing Shang Yan's peculiar thought process.
Moreover, how could he say such straightforward and sincere words? Didn't you see that Zhou Pingtou next to him was almost buried in the ground?
"I've seen everything on you," Shang Yan continued, delivering his signature shocking remarks.
Zhou Ping:...!
when?
019, [You're really hiding your true abilities...]
Shang Yan gestured, "When I stayed at your house, I would often take a look at you after you took a shower, and I've seen quite a bit of that."
Zhou Ping:......
He will definitely not let Shang Yan stay at his house again.
“I think…” Shang Yan lowered his head, trying to think of an adjective.
Zhou Ping was already tense all over, as if he would burst into tears if he heard something bad from Shang Yan.
"I think you have a great figure!" Shang Yan gestured with his hand in the air.
After hesitating for a while, he finally managed to say, "And you... aren't bad-looking. Actually, I think you're really amazing!"
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