Because it was daytime, even if Wen Qing closed his eyes, he could still feel the light from outside.
The light dimmed, as if someone was walking past the bed.
Someone was also touching his belly, with slightly cool fingertips moving from his belly button to his waist, and Wen Qing's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Her palms rubbed against his skin, massaging it gently.
Wen Qing's waist felt like it was electrocuted, itchy and numb.
Just like before, he couldn't open his eyes, his mind was foggy, his hands and feet were heavy, and the only thing he could feel clearly was the touch of his skin.
Even the sounds in my ears were vague.
Game background music, the roar of zombies.
There seemed to be vague voices mixed in, as if someone was having a conversation.
"……smell……"
"strawberry……"
Wen Qing didn't know whether this was a conversation between people in the game or if there was really someone standing next to him chatting.
He felt the other person's hand pause, and then something fell on his stomach.
Slightly cool and sticky, it flows down along the linea alba.
“…So bitter…”
"...Can I...fuck?"
"No," someone whispered, and he said gently, "It's too early."
Wen Qing bent his fingers and felt that the two voices were very familiar, as if he heard them often.
Who is it?
yes……
His confused mind was working hard, and just a second before he was about to think of it, he felt a warm feeling on his stomach, rubbing against him.
It was like a heated detector, checking his abdomen. As time went on, the temperature became higher and higher, and there was a faint fishy smell.
I don't know how long it took, but it finally spared his stomach.
Wen Qing vaguely heard footsteps, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing.
The next second, his hand was held.
A hand larger than his covered the back of his hand and clasped it gently.
Wen Qing's fingers trembled slightly, his palms felt warm, and he was holding something.
He subconsciously wanted to push it away, but he had no strength at all and could only let the other person control his fingers.
The man pressed his hand and moved it up and down.
The other party seemed dissatisfied and paused.
Soon, Wen Qing felt himself being hugged.
Being held in the arms of a man taller and stronger than him.
The man's head rested on his shoulder, his rapid breathing brushing against his ears.
Wen Qing's nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint minty scent, which was pleasant and familiar.
He leaned weakly in the man's arms, like a doll, allowing him to manipulate him.
Wen Qing's head was groggy, until his palms seemed to be washed by hot water, he slowly realized something and became more and more resistant.
He bent his fingers and barely scratched the back of the other person's hand.
Wen Qing felt that he had tickled very hard, but the other party just laughed softly and played with his fingers affectionately.
Wen Qing's throat moved slightly and he uttered an ambiguous sound.
After a while, he finally had some strength and barely opened his eyes, and saw someone squatting beside the bed.
The man lowered his head, and Wen Qing vaguely saw a head.
Short black hair. Just when he wanted to look again, a pair of large hands covered his eyes, blocking his vision.
A zipper sound was heard, and Wen Qing felt that he was bitten again, and his already dizzy mind became even more confused.
Someone was hugging him.
Someone bit him.
Who is it?
…………
When Wen Qing woke up, he was still a little dazed.
He looked at the white ceiling, relaxed for a long time, and then sat up suddenly.
Wen Qing lifted the quilt and lowered his head to check.
The pants were not wet or sticky and were in perfect condition. The zipper and buttons were all where they should be.
Wen Qing lifted up her clothes and took a look at her stomach, which was also clean and fresh.
It seemed as if he had just had a vivid dream.
Wen Qing fell into self-doubt, was it really a dream?
He couldn't help but ask the system: [System, did anything happen when I was asleep? ]
001 didn't speak.
Wen Qing called out again tentatively: [System? ]
001 said coldly: [Think for yourself.]
Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking that he was asking because he couldn't think of it.
001 Without the reminder, Wen Qing couldn't tell whether it was a dream or he was really...
He lowered his eyes and flexed his fingers.
The scorching touch seemed to still remain on the fingertips.
Wen Qing stared at his fingers for two seconds, slowly raised his hand, put it to his nose and sniffed.
There is no smell at all.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Wen Qing came back to his senses and found that Ji Sheng was still in the bedroom, sitting on a chair, looking at him puzzledly.
Wen Qing quickly put down her hand, her cheeks slightly red: "No, nothing."
"When I fell asleep just now..." Wen Qing paused, hesitated for a moment, and changed the topic to ask, "Have you been playing games?"
Ji Sheng nodded, then shook his head: "I played for a while, and then delivered review materials to my classmates."
He asked curiously, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips, replaying the dream scene in her mind.
It's so real...
He asked hesitantly, "How long have you been away?"
"I just came back not long ago," Ji Sheng thought for a moment and said to him, "About an hour or so, my classmate was stuck in traffic on the way."
"But Daddy and Daddy are always at home, brother, you are not alone, don't worry."
Wen Qing curled the corner of his mouth, thinking that he was not alone, and he was also worried.
Seeing that his face was not right, Ji Sheng asked again: "Brother, did anything happen when I left?"
"Nothing," Wen Qing shook his head and said slowly, "I had a nightmare."
"You're having a nightmare again," Ji Sheng blinked and said sincerely, "Brother, why don't you check it out again."
"Why do you have a nightmare in broad daylight?"
Wen Qing responded vaguely and got up from the bed.
He lowered his head to put on his shoes, and suddenly, he saw a small water stain on the bed sheet, only half the size of a fingernail, right next to his hand.
Wen Qing moved his fingertips slightly and touched it.
It's still a little wet, as if it was applied not long ago and hasn't had time to dry yet.
But Ji Sheng said he just came back...
Wen Qing's heart sank gradually. This position was right next to him, so it couldn't be his saliva no matter what.
Was what just happened really just a dream?
Seeing Wen Qing staring at the bed sheet, Ji Sheng followed his gaze and looked over: "Brother, is there anything on the bed?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: "No, nothing."
Ji Sheng immediately stood up and walked to the bed. After seeing the water stain, he smiled and said, "Maybe the air conditioner is leaking a little. It's been many years."
air conditioner?
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw that the air conditioner was on.
It was clearly not turned on before going to bed.
Is he overthinking it?
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Sheng's hand.
The skin on the back of his hands was intact, without a single red mark.
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly. If what just happened was not a dream, there should be marks on the back of that person's hand.
"I'm going to wash my face."
After washing his face, Wen Qing walked slowly to the living room.
Ji Yu was sitting on the sofa, peeling an apple.
He didn't use a paring knife, but a small knife. He held the apple in one hand and peeled the skin with the other hand. He didn't cut off any extra flesh, and his skills were very exquisite.
Wen Qing glanced at the back of his left hand. There was no mark. As for his right hand, it was not visible from the current angle.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Qing took a step forward and called out, "Uncle Ji."
Hearing his voice suddenly, Ji Yu paused and lost his grip on the knife, causing it to slip from his hand.
The blade scraped across the back of his hand, leaving a wound from which blood immediately oozed out.
Wen Qing quickly apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, just a minor injury." Ji Yu took out the medical kit, took out iodine and cotton swabs, applied them to the wound, and said gently, "I was so engrossed in cutting that I didn't hear your footsteps."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the back of his hand. The scratch and the iodine made it impossible to tell what it looked like before.
Isn’t it too coincidental?
This thought inevitably arose in Wen Qing's mind.
He then thought again, if nothing had happened at all, not only did he cause Ji Yu to be injured, but he was also blindly suspecting him.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, her mind in a mess.
There was only one clear idea in my mind: the human-level copy was not simple at all.
Suddenly, the kitchen door opened and Xia Yansi stood by the door, looking at them quietly: "What's wrong?"
Ji Yu smiled and said, "Nothing, I accidentally cut my hand while peeling an apple."
"Really?" Xia Yansi glanced at the back of his hand and said lightly, "You are not in the surgery department, and your hand is not stable anymore."
The smile on Ji Yu's face faded. He pushed his glasses and half-closed his eyes, hiding all his emotions. He smiled and said, "Of course, I can't compare to your dead bone and flesh skills."
Wen Qing looked at them blankly, always feeling that there was something else between the couple's words.
But he didn't understand.
Are they still arguing?
While he was thinking, Xia Yansi suddenly called him: "Wen Qing, come to the kitchen to help."
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then responded and walked over obediently.
He still remembered Ji Sheng saying that Xia Yansi had very high requirements for things in the kitchen, so he didn't allow Ji Sheng and Ji Yu to touch them.
Wen Qing was a little flustered when he was suddenly asked to help. He was afraid that he might do something wrong, so he stood by the wall with his hands and feet tied.
Xia Yansi pointed to the juicer beside him and said to Wen Qing, "Juice."
Wen Qing walked over and saw chopped carrot pieces next to the juicer. The carrot pieces were square and looked exactly the same, as if they were cut by a machine.
Wen Qing looked at the juicer. This juicer had two outlets and looked like a juicer that separated juice from residue. He had never used it before and didn't know how to use it for a moment. He stood there blankly for two seconds.
"No?" Xia Yansi asked.
Without waiting for Wen Qing to say anything, Xia Yansi walked behind him, opened the lid of the juicer with his left hand, put his right hand around Wen Qing, picked up the plate of carrots, and poured them in.
Wen Qing's body stiffened because of Xia Yansi's posture.
At this moment, he seemed to be held in Xia Yansi's arms, and he could even feel Xia Yansi's breath brushing over his head.
Slightly cool, with a light minty scent.
The smell he had smelled in his dreams.
As he thought about it, Wen Qing's body became even stiffer.
Xia Yansi demonstrated how to squeeze juice, glanced at him, and suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing stammered, "Nothing, nothing."
Xia Yansi glanced at him, walked to the other end, and started cutting vegetables. He moved the knife quickly and the cut vegetables were of uniform thickness.
Wen Qing had only seen this kind of knife skills in videos before.
He withdrew his gaze and continued to squeeze the juice.
After squeezing a pot of carrot juice, Wen Qing placed the pot at the place designated by Xia Yansi.
When he turned around, he bumped into Xia Yansi's chest.
Wen Qing felt a little sour in her nose, but her first reaction was to sniff and smell the scent on Xia Yansi's body.
It tastes minty, yes.
Xia Yansi lowered his head, looked at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes, and asked coldly: "What are you smelling?"
Wen Qing's cheeks turned red. She didn't expect to be caught by Xia Yansi.
He quickly said, "Nothing, my nose hurts a little."
Xia Yansi sneered.
Wen Qing's face turned even redder.
Xia Yansi said slowly: "Your reaction doesn't seem like a straight man."
Wen Qing was stunned. What does that mean?
Xia Yansi raised his hand, and his fingertips lightly scraped across Wen Qing's Adam's apple.
Wen Qing's body trembled, and an electric-like feeling ran down his spine.
He quickly took a step back and put some distance between himself and Xia Yansi.
His face flushed: "Uncle Xia, what are you doing?"
"Let me confirm for you," Xia Yansi took his hand back and asked, "Do you have a girl you like?"
Wen Qing didn't understand why he suddenly asked about her love history, but she answered honestly, "No."
He doesn't have any girl he likes. To be more precise, he has never liked a girl since he was a child.
But I've never liked boys.
Wen Qingbian took it for granted that he was a straight man.
Xia Yansi continued to ask: "Have you ever had sexual impulses towards girls?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Xia Yansi didn't seem to want him to answer and asked again: "What about boys?"
"Sometimes dreams can better reflect a person's inner world than real life."
Xia Yansi's voice was slightly hoarse but pleasant, and his speech speed was neither fast nor slow, and he was patient and persuasive. Wen Qing was dazed, and the dream he had had during this period emerged in his mind.
man.
He only dreamed of men...
"And..." Xia Yansi took a step forward.
Wen Qing stepped back subconsciously.
Xia Yansi didn't stop until its back hit the wall and it had nowhere to retreat.
He put his toes against Wen Qing's shoes, slowly lowered his head, stared into Wen Qing's eyes, and whispered, "You were smelling me just now, right?"
Wen Qing blushed and stammered, "I, I think..."
His eyelashes trembled and he didn't tell the truth.
"It smells pretty good."
Xia Yansi stared at him with his eyes downcast, and said calmly: "Ji Yu has always had good taste."
Wen Qing was slightly stunned. Is this the taste that Uncle Ji likes?
The scratches on the back of my hand, the mint scent, the familiar voice in my dream...
Is it all a coincidence?
"Did you dream about Jiyu?"
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