When Xiao Yuanmu walked in, Song Xuanhe leaned back slightly without noticing. However, less than two centimeters after leaning back, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Yuanmu was the one underneath. Even if he really wanted to do something to him, he would not suffer any loss. What was there to be afraid of?
Song Xuanhe paused as he bent his back, then moved forward to a state of straightening his chest and pulling in his stomach. He kept hugging his chest, raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "If you are sure, then it is not necessary, but I don't wear underwear that has been worn by others. Please go out for a while, I will change my pants."
Xiao Yuanmu originally just wanted to scare Song Xuanhe, and he walked over just to let Song Xuanhe stay and change his pants, but after seeing that Song Xuanhe was not frightened and looked inexplicably fearless, he changed his mind.
"It's cold outside." Xiao Yuanmu stopped moving forward, leaning against the wall and looking down at him: "Just change here."
"I'll change my pants and you stay inside?" Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's calm expression, Song Xuanhe suddenly changed his tone. The two men were afraid of each other. He slowly unbuckled his belt and curled his lips: "Okay, you can see if you want."
Xiao Yuanmu's expression remained calm, but his eyes were fixed on Song Xuanhe's every move. He watched his slender fingers flexibly unfasten the belt buckle, his white joints bend to pull out the black belt bit by bit, forming a sharp contrast, he pinched the zipper to pull it down, his two long and straight legs stood upright quietly, and the thin cloth that was slightly wet on top...
His gaze paused suddenly, then moved away imperceptibly. The corners of his mouth had unconsciously pursed up, and his ears had unexpectedly turned red.
In fact, he had seen many naked bodies in his previous life. Those people came for various purposes and then used various methods, such as sneaking into his room or deliberately creating coincidences, to let him see their bodies that seemed perfect and exciting to the world.
But no matter which body it was, it made no difference to him. He would not be moved, nor would he have any impulse. Occasionally, he would even feel nauseous because of his aversion to such behavior.
But now, just a pair of legs and a corner of the cloth made his heart skip a beat and even his breathing slowed down. He calmly looked away and adjusted his breathing. In less than half a second, his breathing frequency had become regular, but his throat felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to cough but his throat was a little dry, as if it was an aftereffect of the breathing difficulties just now.
Song Xuanhe's gaze fell on Xiao Yuanmu's ears, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he slowly kicked off the pants under his feet, then picked up the pants on the bed and shook them. The sound of cloth tearing through the air was heard, but Xiao Yuanmu's eyelashes did not even tremble, as if he was not affected at all.
Seeing that Xiao Yuanmu didn't react, Song Xuanhe felt bored. There was no heating in this room, and the cold wind poured in from the gap in the door, making goose bumps stand up on his legs. In the face of the cold, he didn't make any unnecessary movements and put on his pants directly.
Song Xuanhe fastened his belt and when he raised his feet to put on his shoes he discovered that his pants were a lot longer than he wanted.
Xiao Yuanmu had already raised his eyes when Song Xuanhe put on his pants. Seeing Song Xuanhe looking down at his pants that had grown a little too long, he said lightly, "It's grown."
"I know." Song Xuanhe had long anticipated that Xiao Yuanmu's pants would be long for him, but the length was still one centimeter longer than he expected. This shocked the designer who claimed to use his eyes as a ruler, because this was the first time he had misjudged the size.
He was a little annoyed, so he squatted down and folded and rolled up his trouser legs a few times, turning a simple pair of jeans into a fashionable look, which unexpectedly looked good with his shoes and top.
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes moved away from Song Xuanhe. Before he stood up, he hid the thoughtful look in his eyes and said, "Let's go."
The two of them went out one after the other. Xiao Yuanmu lived in an old bungalow, some distance away from the newly renovated welfare building. It was late at this time, but there were still a few street lights that were not turned on. They were dim, illuminating the overgrown road with a somewhat eerie feeling.
A gust of cold wind blew by, bringing with it a humming sound that seemed to be raindrops that hit Song Xuanhe's face. He stiffened and moved closer to Xiao Yuanmu inconspicuously. When he noticed that Xiao Yuanmu was looking at him, he pretended to be calm and said, "It seems to be raining. I have to go to work tomorrow and can't catch a cold. Please block it for me."
His attitude was as matter of course, and it instantly overlapped with Song Xuanhe, the extremely annoying person in Xiao Yuanmu's previous two lives.
"No." Xiao Yuanmu looked away, quickened his pace and walked a few steps, only returning to his original pace when he was some distance away from Song Xuanhe.
The wind started again, and the grass and trees moved. Song Xuan's face was stiffened by the wind, and he hurried over and stuck close to Xiao Yuanmu and said, "It must have rained, otherwise where would the water come from?"
Noticing that Song Xuanhe was walking close to him intentionally or unintentionally, Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips slightly and said calmly, "Who says that water droplets in the air must be rain?"
"What else?" Song Xuanhe turned to look at him: "Air conditioning water? Water for drying clothes?"
"It's possible." Xiao Yuanmu's clear voice was shattered by the wind, and after it was reassembled, it became particularly low and hoarse: "But there are other possibilities."
"What's possible?" Song Xuanhe asked following Xiao Yuanmu's words. At this moment, he really needed someone to distract him, no matter what the words were.
"You only know that what touched you was liquid, but how can you be sure that it was water? Maybe--" Xiao Yuanmu paused, lowered his head and looked ahead. His expression, which had been calm and composed just now, changed slightly, as if he had seen something.
Song Xuanhe had been looking at Xiao Yuanmu. When he saw his expression change, his heart tightened. He suddenly didn't dare to turn around. He asked, "Why don't you leave?"
Xiao Yuanmu didn't say anything, but his expression became uglier little by little. The street lamp they had just passed was not far from them, and Song Xuanhe could clearly see his tense jaw and pursed lips.
"What did you see?" Song Xuanhe swallowed his saliva: "Xiao Yuanmu, if you scare me on purpose, I promise to beat you, believe it or not?"
Xiao Yuanmu still didn't say anything, but he took a step back, closer to the street lamp behind him, so Song Xuanhe could see the expression on his face more clearly. However, he was already nervous because of Xiao Yuanmu's series of actions at this time. Seeing him step back, he didn't pay any attention to his expression at all, and hurriedly took a step back with him.
He didn't know if it was a psychological reason, but Song Xuanhe always felt that the wind was colder at this time. Moreover, in the whistling sound of the wind, he seemed to hear an extremely faint sound, similar to that of something sliding.
Song Xuanhe made up his mind, turned around and looked in the direction Xiao Yuanmu was looking, but there was nothing on the ground, and there was no scary lake as he had imagined. His heart instantly relaxed. He was almost certain that Xiao Yuanmu had figured out that he was afraid of ghosts and was deliberately scaring him.
"What are you doing?" Song Xuanhe was frightened just now, and now he was sure that Xiao Yuanmu was deliberately scaring him, which made him even angrier. He raised his leg and walked towards Xiao Yuanmu, who was only half a step away from him, but was stopped by Xiao Yuanmu: "Don't move!"
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows. Xiao Yuanmu should have seen it when he turned his head just now. With Xiao Yuanmu's IQ, he wouldn't force him to act out the whole thing, right? Or was there really something over there, but he just didn't see it?
Knowing that it was not the scene he was afraid of, Song Xuanhe turned his head again without any psychological burden. This time he saw a snake coiled on the side of the road. It was a thin snake with black and red rings, and seemed to be poisonous.
However, in this kind of weather even poisonous snakes have to hibernate, and they won't have much fighting power if they crawl out, so most people wouldn't be too scared if they saw them.
Song Xuanhe turned around and prepared to leave: "The snake must have come out from hibernation and is hungry, looking for something to eat. It's still sleeping now. Let's just go around it."
Taking a step forward, Song Xuanhe found that Xiao Yuanmu did not move. He turned around and unexpectedly saw his pale face. An idea flashed in his mind and a malicious smile appeared on his face: "Xiao Yuanmu, are you afraid of snakes?"
Xiao Yuanmu pursed his lips tightly, his face was as pale as paper, his hands and feet were cold and stiff, and for a moment he could hardly control his body.
Two lifetimes have passed, but when he saw the snake, time seemed to have returned to that evening in an instant. He was locked in a dark room, pitch dark, and could only hear the rustling sound of the snake moving closer and closer, gradually surrounding him...
Cold scales slid down his legs, wrapped around his wrists, and circled his neck. He didn't know how many snakes were in the room, and he didn't know if he could get out alive. He felt fangs piercing his skin. The snake wrapped around his wrists crawled to his shoulders and spit in his ears. The snake around his neck gradually tightened, and the smell of blood from the wound on his leg became stronger.
Cold, fear, darkness... The snake around my neck tightened and the feeling of suffocation came over me again.
"Xiao Yuanmu? Are you okay?"
Seeing that Xiao Yuanmu had no reaction and his complexion was getting worse, Song Xuanhe felt something was wrong. He was stunned when he saw his trembling hand at his side. Thinking about his reaction when he saw the snake just now, an absurd but very likely answer came to his mind.
After hesitating for a moment, he grabbed his hand and said, "Xiao Yuanmu? That snake is dead! I will throw it away right away. Don't be afraid. I'm here. Don't be afraid. I will help you throw it away right away."
After Song Xuanhe finished speaking, he pulled his hand out, ready to throw the snake away, but he was caught halfway through. He turned his head and suddenly met Xiao Yuanmu's gaze.
Those were a pair of eyes... shrouded in darkness, filled with extreme despair and pain.
Xiao Yuanmu held Song Xuanhe's hand tightly, his voice hoarse and dry, "Don't go."
Song Xuanhe nodded, paying attention to Xiao Yuanmu's expression as he spoke: "I won't leave. I'll help you throw that away."
"I promise I won't leave, believe me." Song Xuanhe promised.
Song Xuanhe's body temperature was transmitted to Xiao Yuanmu's palm little by little. His complexion gradually recovered, but he held his hand tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to absorb all the warmth.
"Song Xuanhe." Xiao Yuanmu recovered quickly. When he spoke, his face had calmed down. His voice was still a little hoarse, but not as dry as before. He said, "You are the only person in the world who knows that I am afraid of snakes."
Seeing that he had recovered, Song Xuanhe was in the mood to joke. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "So in order to prevent yourself from having any weaknesses, you decided to kill people to silence them?"
Xiao Yuanmu stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, which seemed to contain a vortex, deep and unpredictable: "Knowing something requires paying a price."
Song Xuanhe curled his lips, pointed at the snake and said, "Are you sure you want to talk to me like this before the matter is resolved?"
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