Chapter 60: Sleeping in Hug
Chapter 60
Wen Xi walked out of the door of the movie theater and ran back to the master bedroom at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. He took out the new pajamas and underwear that he had bought from the closet at some unknown time and rushed straight into the bathroom.
Putting the clothes on the bathing table, Wen Xi had lost all his strength and ability. He supported the sink with one hand, leaned against the cold tile wall, absorbed the coolness to relieve the heat, and gasped for breath.
The back was cold, but the face was hot. Wen Xi looked up at herself in the mirror. She was wearing beige long-sleeved pajamas. She looked very honest, but a button on her collar was undone, revealing a small piece of her collarbone. Her half-long black hair was hanging in a mess, and the hair by her ears stuck to her cheeks with sweat. The corners of her eyes were red, the corners of her mouth were swollen, and her eyes were dazed.
Anyone who sees his ambiguity will know that Wen Xi has just done something bad and experienced the ravages of love and desire.
Wen Xi couldn't help but recall what had just happened in the cinema. His throat was dry and his mouth was parched. Even though his back was against the tiled wall, he was completely warmed by the restless heat from his body. Wen Xi looked away in embarrassment and stopped looking at himself in the mirror.
It was raining, and my clothes were soaked. My back and pants were sticking to my skin, which was very uncomfortable. Although I didn't want to face it, Wenxi still took a deep breath and slowly unbuttoned her pajamas.
The room was quiet, as if he was the only one left in the world.
There was no sound of rain or thunder, nor the voice of Yan Jue. All Wen Xi could hear was his own trembling and panting, which was somewhat restrained but could not hide his nervousness and shame.
He half-closed his eyes, his gaze vaguely cast on the floor tiles, not daring to look at his own body, his fingers lightly hooked on the edge, and at the moment when the trouser flower separated, a slight "pop" sound was heard between the two.
For a moment, Wen Xi's eyes widened.
Wen Xi stood there in a daze for a long time. When he realized what the sound was, his brain felt like it was going to explode. His breathing and heartbeat were strangled by an invisible force. His chest was heaving violently and his whole body turned red in an instant.
After a while, Wen Xi, like an old robot that was shutting down and restarting, quickly threw the wet pants into the trash can. He even stood in the water curtain impatiently, and a torrential rain fell on his heart and whole body from the inside out.
The water curtain was gentle, flowing continuously along the skin, washing away the sticky alcohol on the back bit by bit, but it could never wash away the unusual feeling between the buttocks.
Wen Xi closed his eyes. He had cleaned before and didn't feel embarrassed, but now, he had to prepare himself mentally for a long time before he dared to stretch out his right hand. When he raised his hand, warm water rolled down from the top of his head, splashing and then gathering in his palm.
A feeling of déjà vu, Wen Xi, suddenly remembered what his hand was doing and what it touched not long ago.
The plot of the novel that needed to be censored was now drilling straight into my mind. The more I didn't want to think about it, the clearer and more vivid it appeared in my mind. I didn't know if drinking alcohol stimulated my imagination, but at this moment, the content that used to be pure text was actually accompanied by some vivid pictures.
It was clearly an imaginary thing, but the hand in the picture looked unusually familiar, with distinct bones and knuckles, and veins on the back of the hand when it was opened and tightened, with blue veins floating on the white skin, looking extremely sexy, and was doing what he had to do at this moment recklessly.
Wen Xi's head buzzed, and the shame reached an unprecedented peak at this moment. His eyes, which had been closed for escape, suddenly opened.
The cold white light above his head dazzled his eyes. Wen Xi had a dazed expression, and he moved his bitten and swollen lips up and down as he muttered to himself in a trembling voice.
"Ah - help -"
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Wen Xi now just wanted to get into bed and sleep soundly. When he woke up the next day, he would not remember anything and would not know anything.
But just as he opened the bathroom door, he heard the sound of a door opening. He turned around and saw Yan Jue walking towards him.
Yan Jue changed his clothes into the all-black silk pajamas that he often wore when the two of them were video chatting. Seeing the wet ends of Wen Xi's hair, he frowned calmly. He looked stern, but his freshly washed hair hung casually in front of his forehead, softening his cold and sharp aggressiveness.
After taking a shower again, Wen Xi lowered her eyes awkwardly, but her sight somehow saw Yan Jue's hands hanging at her side. Her eyelids twitched and she raised her eyes in panic.
This time, Yan Jue had already walked in front of Wen Xi. He calmly touched Wen Xi's cheek, his palms were cold, as if he had just held ice.
Wen Xi was startled by the unusual temperature of his palms and looked up to meet Yan Jue's eyes.
Wen Xi, who had just finished taking a shower, still had warm water vapor on her body. Her new pajamas were a light blue long-sleeved trousers. Her exposed ankles were thin and white. She looked at Yan Jue indifferently and silently with a red face. The corners of her mouth were still swollen, and she shyly grasped the hem of her clothes with one hand. At this moment, she looked like a poor little cabbage that had been bullied.
Yan Jue said in a low voice: "Your face is still a little hot now."
It's such a straightforward statement at the beginning.
Wen Xi said dryly: "My face is hot because of you... because of you... your hands are so cold..."
In order to be convincing, Wen Xi suddenly had a brain twitch and pretended to grin: "Hiss——"
"It's definitely not because I'm shy—"
It was a stupid acting with no technical content, and Yan Jue showed a restrained smile.
Realizing what he had said, Wen Xi fell silent. He sniffed and said woodenly, "I'm sleepy."
Bypass Yan Jue and leave him with a determined back of his head.
"I'm going to sleep, really going to sleep."
Although he said that, the way he climbed up the clothes showed a sense of guilt and shame.
Wen Xi didn't even kick off his shoes as someone grabbed his waist. His eyes blurred and when his vision became clear again, he was already sitting horizontally on Yan Jue's thighs.
It wasn't a very good position. Wen Xi didn't want to go through what happened in the bathroom again. He kicked Yan Jue's calf and struggled to express his opinion. He pretended to be serious: "Don't make trouble. Indulgence is not good. It's really late now."
Frightened like this, Yan Jue was silent for a moment and said, "Blow-dry your hair."
With just one sentence, Wen Xi lost all his aggressive strength and tactics. He rubbed Yan Jue's shin bone with his toes, stared at him, said "oh" awkwardly, then lowered his head and clasped his hands, saying nothing, pretending nothing had happened.
Yan Jue seemed to laugh, and forcibly carried Wen Xi to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, then came back, held him and sat on the edge of the bed to blow dry his hair.
Yan Jue was holding my waist and thighs so early in the morning, but the hair dryer was not at hand.
There was a low buzzing sound of wind blowing in her ears, her hair was stroked by fingers, and the ends of her hair brushed her cheeks from time to time, making her feel warm and itchy. The man's technique in strokeing her hair was extraordinary. Wen Xi was so comfortable being served that she squinted her eyes, and her tense body slowly relaxed.
The presence of Yan Jue's strong thighs under his buttocks gradually became more prominent. When a person feels lazy, his mind starts to wander. Wen Xi drooped his eyelids and seemed to be distracted, but in fact he was secretly comparing Yan Jue's new black pants with his previous ones to see how they looked.
Will black pants look darker when they get wet?
There seems to be no difference, except that you can see that Yan Jue's legs are strong and he should be in good physical condition, but I can't see anything else.
I don’t know if Yan Jue felt his pants were a little wet just now, but after staring at it for a long time, there was nothing different. So, Wen Xi comforted himself with the method of mental victory: Yan Jue should not have felt anything.
Yes, that's right. Even if I felt it, I didn't have the same wild thoughts as him. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting on my legs and blowing my hair, but having my legs bent and studied like in the flowery novels.
Wen Xi was so immersed in his own world that he didn't even notice when the hair dryer stopped. It was not until he felt a cool touch on the back of his neck that he came back to his senses.
"hiss--"
Wenxi's scalp was a little numb: "What is it?"
“Anti-inflammatory cream.”
Yan Jue spread the cool and slightly moist ointment, and Wen Xi felt a pain in the bite mark on the back of his neck, but the ointment quickly seeped into the wound, killing all the pain, and he felt very comfortable again, smelling a bit like freesia.
Outside the small mole on the man's neck was a circle of deep teeth marks. Wen Xi's eyes fell on Yan Jue's collar. The buttons were fastened to the top, which should have covered everything tightly, but the clothes were loose-fitting, so nothing could be covered. Wen Xi sat on his thighs and could clearly see the various teeth marks of varying depths under his clothes.
Wen Xi was stunned. Has he ever taken so many bites? How come he has no memory of it at all?
The movement of applying the medicine to the back of the neck was very slow and delicate, as if he was afraid to touch it. Yan Jue's face could not be seen, but his voice was low and a little annoyed.
"I was dizzy and lost control. I bit you and hurt you. I'm sorry."
In fact, not being able to control oneself just now is a euphemism for sexual dissatisfaction. Wen Xi wanted to see but didn't want to expose herself too obviously. She glanced at Yan Jue's chest which was bitten terribly by him without showing any expression, and quickly looked away.
Probably to make the ointment dry faster, Yan Jue blew a breath on Wen Xi's neck, which was both cool and hot. Wen Xi was caught off guard and trembled. He coughed and said, "It's okay. I'm not angry."
Getting angry over a bite is too hypocritical, and in fact, Yanjue's neck and chest are full of bite marks, many of which are deeper than Wenxi's own neck. Yanjue apologized so seriously now that Wenxi was a little at a loss.
Yan Jue shook his legs in his hands, and Wen Xi's buttocks fell from the man's legs onto the soft bed, and her eyes met Yan Jue's eyes.
Yan Jue's right hand was still touching Wen Xi's neck. He wanted to touch the wound, but was afraid of hurting Wen Xi, so he restrained himself and rubbed the boy's jaw.
"It's all swollen, but you're not angry?"
The man's eyes were dark, his expression was calm, and his tone did not reveal his true emotions.
Their eyes met, and Wen Xi had no idea what he was thinking of. He uttered a short "ah" and did not answer directly. He faced Yan Jue's gaze, lifted a corner of the quilt, and slowly crawled into the bed using his hands and feet. He lay down straight, covering his face with the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. His eyes were a little evasive when he spoke, and his voice sounded muffled through the quilt.
"I'm not angry, how could I be angry?"
"It's no big deal, you're my puppy, biting is normal."
"Yeah, all good boyfriends will be bitten by puppies."
What he said was well-reasoned and sounded very considerate and generous. If Wen Xi hadn't been unable to control his eyes and glanced at Yan Jue's chest, he would have believed it.
Yan Jue suddenly stood up, turned around and knelt on one knee on the bed. He watched the man lean over with his collar drooping, and the teeth marks on his chest were almost touching his face. Wen Xi silently slid into the quilt, and only a pair of eyes were left staring at Yan Jue.
The bed in the master bedroom was a custom-made 2.5×3m large bed. Wenxi's 1.7-meter-tall frame was nestled in the gray-black four-piece suit, with only half of her fair face and dark brown eyes exposed. She looked like a little white mushroom that had just transformed halfway into the black soil when it was disturbed.
"I'm telling the truth."
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at this weak, pitiful, innocent mushroom who would never cry and bite someone's chest with teeth marks. If he said anything else that Mushroom Wenxi didn't want to hear, he would crawl into the bed the next second and not let anyone see him.
Yan Jue looked at him, reached into the quilt, and in front of Wen Xi's astonished gaze, pinched his armpits, lifted him up halfway, and let his head lie in the middle of the pillow, revealing his little face which was a little red from being stuffy.
"Why are you running? It's not like I don't believe you."
"No, why would I run? It's just that the pillow is too high and the quilt is too slippery. You know, the creek will flow down in the low-lying land, and it's the same for me."
"Such an innocent stream."
"Yes, yes," Wen Xi blinked, seized the opportunity, diverted Yan Jue's attention, yawned in a fake manner, and said with tears in her eyes: "I'm so sleepy, let's go to sleep."
Yan Jue twisted the corner of his quilt and said, "Sleep by yourself today."
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, then reached out to grab Yan Jue's wrist, eyes widening in disbelief: "Don't you want to sleep with me?"
The atmosphere is so warm now, shouldn't they sleep together? Although it would be a little subtle, they have done that kind of thing, how could Yan Jue not sleep in the same room with him.
The shy mushroom hiding in the soil jumped out and questioned, "Don't you like me, you bastard human? Why don't you hold me when you sleep, you emotional liar?" Its cap drooped, looking angry and aggrieved.
Yan Jue drooped his eyelids, his throat rolling, the sexy little mole and deep red tooth marks on his throat also swayed in front of Wen Xi's eyes: "I have an emergency multinational meeting, and I have to work until one or two in the morning. I'm afraid I'll disturb you."
Wen Xi breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that she was not giving up, but was busy. It was true that the big bosses in novels had to work until two or three in the morning. It was so hard.
"Come on," Wenxi raised her head and kissed Yanjue's chin, then snuggled back into the quilt, half-lifting her eyelids to look at Yanjue, her voice very soft: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of quarrels, I don't want to be separated from you, don't you want to hold me to sleep?"
As he spoke, he suddenly felt a little aggrieved and annoyed.
"Yan Jue, you are the dog that runs away after biting someone." Wen Xi accused fiercely: "Asshole."
The awkward and straightforward expression is mixed with the desire for security.
Yan Jue lowered his head and gave Wen Xi a wet kiss. He patted Wen Xi's soft belly soothingly through the quilt and whispered something that made people blush.
"I will come back early to sleep together, Master."
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