landscape
Wen Xi curled up in Zhao Yin's arms. A movie was playing on TV. In the movie, the hero and heroine were giving each other mooncakes on Mid-Autumn Festival night. He couldn't help but look sideways at Zhao Yin: "Brother Yin, it seems we forgot to eat mooncakes today."
Zhao Yin lowered his head and said, "I didn't forget. In the kitchen refrigerator is your favorite lava custard." He reached out to take the pomegranate seeds from Wen Xi. When they touched the other's slightly cool fingertips, he took them and said, "Eat them later. I'll accompany you to watch the show first."
Wen Xi hummed and leaned back into his arms. The lines in the movie gradually became blurred. His mind was full of Zhao Yin driving him to the orchard on the outskirts of the city after the show was recorded in the afternoon.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Yin's voice came from above his head, with a hint of laughter, "Your ears are red."
Wen Xi looked up, didn't answer, but put his arms around Zhao Yin's neck and kissed her gently.
Zhao Yin's arms tightened, holding him completely in his arms, and kissed him gently and restrainedly.
It was unknown how long it took before Wen Xi moved away, breathing slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her fingertips still clutching Zhao Yin's collar.
Zhao Yin looked at the watery light in his eyes, lowered her head and pecked the corner of his lips again, her voice hoarse: "Let's go to the bedroom?"
Wen Xi nodded, and when Zhao Yin picked her up sideways, she did not forget to reach out and grab the thin blanket on the sofa.
He is afraid of cold, Zhao Yin always remembers it.
There was only a bedside lamp on in the bedroom. Under the warm yellow light, Zhao Yin's movements were exceptionally gentle. When he was taking off Wen Xi's coat, he would also rub Wen Xi's waist considerately.
At this moment, Zhao Yin's kiss landed gently on his back, carrying a scorching temperature. Wen Xi couldn't help but tremble. He turned around, reached out and hugged his head, his voice with a nasal tone: "Brother Yin, I'm fine."
"I know." Zhao Yin looked up, his eyes filled with tenderness. "But I still feel bad."
Everything that followed happened naturally, and every touch was filled with cautious love. Wen Xi was kissed so hard that she felt weak all over and could only hold his arm tightly and bury her face in his neck.
I don't know how long it took before the atmosphere in the room gradually calmed down.
Zhao Yin covered Wenxi with a blanket, got up and went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel. When he came back, he saw Wenxi staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.
He sat by the bed, wiped Wenxi's hands, and asked softly, "Why don't you sleep?"
"Waiting for you." Wen Xi reached out and traced his jawline with her fingertips. "Brother Yin, do you think we can still be like this during next Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Zhao Yin held his hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it: "Of course." He paused, "Not only next year, but every Mid-Autumn Festival from now on, I will be with you."
Wen Xi smiled, leaned in Zhao Yin's arms, listened to his heartbeat, and gradually felt sleepy.
Only then did Zhao Yin remember that there were still mooncakes in the kitchen that had not been eaten.
"It's just been heated up. Have a bite before you go to sleep." Zhao Yin handed the mooncake to his mouth, and the aroma of the lava-filled custard spread instantly.
Wenxi took a bite and found it sweet but not greasy, his favorite taste.
He leaned on Zhao Yin's shoulder, chewing slowly, and suddenly remembered something. He looked up at him: "Brother Yin, do you still remember the first Weibo post I made on my second account?"
"I remember." Zhao Yin nodded, a smile in his eyes. "It was at the awards ceremony five years ago. You took a picture of my back and captioned it, 'Brother Yin's performance was amazing.'"
He couldn't help but move closer and kissed Zhao Yin on the lips: "Do you still want to know why I didn't dare to talk to you at that time?"
"I know." Zhao Yin's fingers gently rubbed his hair, "Because you are shy."
Wen Xi laughed out loud and leaned in his arms. In every Mid-Autumn Festival from now on, Zhao Yin would be by his side, eating moon cakes with him, watching the moon with him, and traveling with him to many places.
"Our relationship is like a landscape, becoming more and more beautiful."
-Happy Mid-Autumn Festival
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