Chapter 68

Like a ridiculous dream.

Roger felt like he had turned into a butterfly in a bottle, his limbs trembling like wings, the bottle was hot and full of desire. He spread his wings, trying to escape from this small world that made him feel extremely panicked, but soon a wave of pleasure surrounded him, and he flew up against the damp glass wall. He tried his best, but he couldn't resist the desire to sink again and again. So he gave up resistance, took off his wings, and just kept falling, falling...

In the morning, he found himself awake in He Songgao's arms.

They didn't go back to the room to sleep, but slept on the carpet in the middle of the living room. With a heavy blanket covering his body, Roger was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized what they had done the night before.

It was not yet dawn, but it was snowing. The glass house was only a blurry outline. Roger felt naked in this frozen world, and the bone-chilling cold rushed over him. His hands and feet were cold, and his heart was frozen. Roger's face was pale. He ignored the pain in his left foot, got up and ran back to his room, closed the door, and everything was quiet.

He limped back to the bed, pulled back the quilt, hid in it, and trembled with fear.

I don't know what I'm afraid of, but my heart is like being sharpened on the tip of a knife. Every time it jumps, it hurts, like a long punishment.

What did he do?

Roger thought painfully, why, why can't he resist temptation, why do you want to be a slave to desire. When he thought about this, he was horrified to find that he had not thought about "why he had the desire" first. Is this really normal?

To a man?

How did it happen? He hugged his body and growled, almost biting his gums.

It was... He Songgao who seduced him first. He was the one who kissed him and caressed him first.

——So everything is his fault!

However, he turned to cover his face, thinking if this could cover up his mistakes.

You are obviously... obviously very happy.

He thought of He Songgao's hands, gentle and irresistible, his lips, his tongue, the whispers when he was in ecstasy, and the tight, wet and hot mouth that wrapped around him... No, don't think about it anymore! Roger curled himself up in the quilt like a turtle, groaning in pain.

What...what happened?

How should he face him?

After an unknown amount of time, Roger saw a ray of sunlight through the gap in the quilt.

It was daybreak.

He...didn't wake up either? It's time to wake him up for dinner. There

was a sudden knock on the door.

With a "bang", Roger's scalp exploded. He's here? Right, who else could be in this room except the two of them.

What should he do? Play dead? Or just rush out and tell him that everything that happened last night was just a mistake? He was in a mess, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

Even if they were face to face, what should he say?

The door rang again, and this time the voice sounded a little impatient.

There is no way to escape like this.

Hundreds of contingency plans have already flashed through Luo Jie's mind. No matter which one, the premise is to face it.

You should act like a man. Luo Jie cheered himself up in his heart, then took a deep breath, threw off the quilt and stood up, "I'm coming."

The door opened.

He Songgao was standing outside, and their eyes met unexpectedly.

Luo Jie's heart shuddered, lowered his head, and whispered: "... Good morning."

"Good morning..."

Before He Songgao finished speaking, Luo Jie interrupted him and said, "How did I get back last night? I was drunk and I can't remember." He spoke quickly, but his articulation was clear, he... should be able to understand.

"..." He Songgao did not respond.

Is he, is he angry? Roger thought anxiously, and then suddenly realized that now was not the time to worry about whether he was angry or not. Let him be angry, as long as he refused to admit it, nothing would happen...

"You came up here by yourself." He heard He Songgao say in a very calm voice, "Is your foot okay?"

"Yes, it's fine." Roger said, and raised his head carefully.

He Songgao had no expression on his face, and the look he gave him could be described as indifferent: "Come downstairs to eat." He said, and went downstairs without looking back.

Roger limped up and followed him. Lunch was simple, grilled salmon with rice, fried white fish, and a small dish of salad.

After eating a few tasteless bites, Roger put down his fork: "I'm full."

"Yeah." He Songgao said, slowly cutting the fried fish on the plate with a knife.

Luo Jie bit his lip and said, "We, when are we going back?"

Anyway, his legs are like this, he can't go anywhere, so he might as well go back home. He misses home.

"You want to go back?" He Songgao finally raised his head and looked at him indifferently.

"Yes." Luo Jie turned his eyes away stiffly, staring at the fruit salad on the plate that he had eaten a small part of, "I want to go home."

"Oh." He Songgao put down his fork, "I'll book the tickets."

"So, so when are we going back?"

He Songgao was silent for a while, and said, "Tomorrow."

"Well." Luo Jie raised his head and showed him a pale smile, "Then I'll go upstairs to pack my luggage first. What time do I leave tomorrow?"

"I'll send you the tickets when they're booked."

"Okay."

Luo Jie hid upstairs and even ate dinner when he was served upstairs. He was afraid that his evasive attitude was too obvious, but he couldn't stay in the same room with He Songgao calmly, so he had to go upstairs. His room was big, bigger than the one He Songgao lived in, with wide windows facing the yard. There was an open-air swimming pool in the yard. Finns like to jump into ice water to cool down after taking a sauna, commonly known as "ice and fire". When Roger saw this swimming pool for the first time, he was thinking about going out to experience it when there was sunshine during the day, but now he has no interest at all. He can't even find the excitement that he had when he first came here. He sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the snow-covered valley.

Why did it turn out like this.

Can he still live in peace with He Songgao in the future?

He was afraid that he would think of that unbearable scene as soon as he saw him.

He really wished he had been drunk last night, so that all his ridiculous behavior would have a reasonable explanation.

Oh, how I wish time could go back. Then he would never let all this happen, he would not come to Europe with He Songgao, and he would not let himself have feelings for him that he shouldn't have... No, that's not right, he didn't have that kind of feelings for him! Everything was just an illusion, the sudden aurora, the geomagnetic storm... Yes, that's it, the distortion of the earth's magnetic field will have an impact on humans, causing their psychology and behavior to become abnormal... In an instant, Roger seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. He turned on his mobile phone and searched desperately for the geomagnetic storm phenomenon, trying to find a precedent of changing sexual orientation due to this special phenomenon, but he was disappointed. He flipped through dozens of pages and found nothing. Roger groaned and fell on the sofa, thinking that I might be the first case. He hypnotized himself like this and felt much better.

He fell asleep in a daze and woke up the next day. It was time to go home.

He and He Songgao met downstairs. He Songgao was dressed neatly and gave him an indifferent look: "Come down."

"Well..." Roger felt a little uncomfortable. Why did he look at him like a stranger? Speaking of which, can they still be normal friends in the future? I'm afraid they will be no different from strangers.

Thinking of this, he felt even more uncomfortable.

So why did they do that?

Roger was thinking about this question until he got on the plane.

There was no direct flight. They changed planes in Helsinki and then at the domestic airport. It took almost 24 hours to arrive in Yangcheng.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon in Yangcheng and the sun was very hot. Finally breathing the familiar air, Luo Jie's long-depressed heart finally got a little comfort.

They pushed the suitcases out of the terminal, and He Songgao's driver was waiting outside. He Songgao walked straight to the car, and the driver came up to help him move the luggage to the trunk. Luo Jie called him and said, "I'll take a taxi back."

He Songgao looked at him and didn't say anything for a while.

Luo Jie explained in a way that was more obvious than obvious: "Well, you are tired too, so you don't have to send me off specially, go back and have a good rest."

The driver stood aside, looked at He Songgao, then looked at Luo Jie, and walked away tactfully.

"I can do it myself." Luo Jie said again, with a firm attitude.

"Oh." He Songgao said, "Then take a taxi yourself." He turned his head and didn't look at Luo Jie again. The driver walked up and opened the door of the back seat.

"Hey." Luo Jie called him, "Um, can I take a few days off? I need to adjust to the time difference."

Thinking that he was his boss, Luo Jie became even more depressed. He was so sad that he almost stopped breathing. See, I told you not to get entangled with your boss. You might even lose your job. Why did it turn out like this!

The sky has fallen, and this world will never be better.

"It's up to you." He Songgao finally said, and got into the car without looking back.

Lao Chen started the car. The luxury car started very quickly, and soon even its shadow could not be seen.

"..." Is he angry again? Or does he just not care at all. Having barely slept for 24 hours, Roger was tired and sleepy. He called a car, but the driver was rude and unwilling to help him carry his luggage. He also said that he was slow and was scolded by the car behind him. Roger was too lazy to pay attention to him and curled up in the corner of the back seat to take mushrooms.

Now he was alone. He finally began to think about some questions that only a person would dare to think about.

For example, why did He Songgao treat him like that? Why did he kiss him, and, why did he, Roger's face turned red because of shame, and he also helped him with his mouth... Are all homosexuals so wild? Or, or because, he actually likes him? Thinking of this possibility, Roger's heart was suddenly drowned by a sea of ​​joy.

Like... No, he quickly thought of another thing. He Songgao said that he had someone he liked, and their relationship was a bit like that of online friends, just chatting but not meeting.

- He didn't like him. He

just happened to have desires, and used him to vent his desires.

His face turned pale, and his heart was inexplicably tightened, a bit depressed and a bit painful.

Damn, why should I treat another person like that when I have someone I like. Aren't you afraid that he will misunderstand me?

No, now it's not a question of misunderstanding or not, nor is it a question of thinking about who he likes... Bah, scumbag. Shameless. Roger thought about it in a mess, first scolded He Songgao, and then spit on himself, his face changing like a palette.

"Are you getting out of the car or not?!" the driver said impatiently.

Roger was startled, and then he realized that they had already arrived. He was angry and immediately a little furious, "Such a bad attitude, be careful or I will complain to you!" He fiercely confronted the driver, and the driver was afraid of the strong and was silent again.

He went down angrily to move the luggage, not expecting this idiot to come and help. His foot was still hurting, and his speed was a bit slow. When he moved the last box, the driver was so anxious that he seemed to be running to a funeral, and drove away directly. Roger's hand was not steady, and the box fell to the ground, "Hey!" He was so angry that he cursed at the back of the car that was driving away.

This idiot drove away with the trunk open, what a fool.

Roger came home swearing and swearing. He didn't even have time to change his clothes. He just threw his suitcase on the entrance, staggered to the bed, and fell into it.

He felt sleepy and fell asleep face down.