I would like to say thank you sincerely.
Fortunately, the avalanche they encountered halfway up the mountain was not too violent, and none of the three were injured. However, they were quite tired after just experiencing an avalanche and walking for such a long time, especially Lu Zhiyan, who was no longer as energetic as he had been a few days ago. He was listless and even walked much slower.
Supporting Lu Zhiyan, Song Zicheng looked back anxiously. Seeing Lu Zhiyan's pale face, he asked worriedly, "How are you? Do you need to rest for a while?"
Lu Zhiyan shook his head: "No need, let's hurry up and leave." He tried his best to calm himself down and not let Song Zicheng detect anything unusual, but no matter how he tried to restrain himself, his tone was soft and slightly trembling.
“But…” Lu Zhiyan’s firm attitude made Song Zicheng’s words come to an abrupt halt. He sighed, pursed his lips, and said helplessly, “Fine.”
Even so, he tightened his grip on Lu Zhiyan's arm. During the seven or eight hours of hiking, Song Zicheng had lost count of how many times he had glanced at Lu Zhiyan out of the corner of his eye.
It was past five o'clock when the three arrived in Chamonix. They were all hungry and exhausted. After dinner, they returned to their respective rooms. After washing up, Song Zicheng knocked on Lu Zhiyan's door.
The moment the door opened, Lu Zhiyan, his upper body bare, was drying his wet hair with a towel. His body, fresh from a shower, still exuded warmth and fragrance, making Song Zicheng feel slightly dizzy.
"Is something the matter?" Lu Zhiyan asked.
Song Zicheng watched the water droplets dripping from Lu Zhiyan's chest and said, "Charles asked if we wanted to go to the hot springs together?"
"Do you want to go?" Lu Zhiyan asked, looking at him.
Song Zicheng exclaimed, "Ah!" He was the one who asked first, so how did he end up being the one being asked? "I want to go."
"Okay, I'll go change my clothes."
Less than two minutes later, Lu Zhiyan came out wearing a bathrobe. The two of them did not go with Charles. Song Zicheng did not know the way, so he followed behind Lu Zhiyan. After walking for about ten minutes, they finally saw the steaming hot spring.
"Why is no one here?" Song Zicheng asked, looking at the empty hot spring pool.
"I've booked the whole place and I don't like being disturbed," Lu Zhiyan said as he took off his bathrobe.
After taking off his bathrobe, Lu Zhiyan was completely naked, with only his private parts covered by a thin layer of fabric. As he walked forward step by step, the astonishing size of his breasts, which were faintly visible, swayed with him, making it hard for anyone not to notice.
Upon seeing it, Song Zicheng immediately looked away in embarrassment, his head bowed, making it impossible to tell whether the blush on his face was from the steam emanating from the hot spring or something else. Seeing that he was still standing there motionless, Lu Zhiyan frowned and asked, "What are you still standing there for? Didn't you say you wanted to soak in the hot spring?"
Song Zicheng then realized what was happening, gave a vague "hmm," took off his bathrobe, and went into the water to sit face to face with Lu Zhiyan.
Lu Zhiyan tilted his head back and closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying the moment, while Song Zicheng stared wide-eyed at the person in front of him without blinking.
Waves of heat rose from the bottom of the water, obscuring what was in front of them and Song Zicheng's overly direct and passionate gaze. In an instant, everything became blurry.
The heat acted like a barrier, inexplicably making Song Zicheng feel at ease, but also stirring up some impulses within him. After much deliberation, he spoke his most sincere and passionate words, devoid of any hypocrisy.
"Although I've already said thank you, I still want to sincerely say thank you again now!"
This thank you includes not only what happened today, but also many things that happened before, all of which deserve Song Zicheng's gratitude. Although a simple thank you may not be equivalent to what Lu Zhiyan did, at this stage and at this moment, it seems that this is all Song Zicheng can do.
Life is full of surprises and unexpected events. No one can predict whether tomorrow or an accident will come first. Just like Lu Zhiyan in front of us, Song Zicheng had been full of resentment and contempt for him before. Many times in the dead of night, he had regretted meddling in other people's business at the bar. Later, he was forced to become Lu Zhiyan's "lover".
Actually, "lover" isn't quite accurate, but the term "sugar baby" doesn't apply to him at all. There's no precise word to describe his relationship with Lu Zhiyan; it seems like none of them can capture the most accurate meaning.
Several minutes had passed since Song Zicheng finished speaking, but Lu Zhiyan still hadn't replied. He frowned, the mist swirling around him, and he could only vaguely see Lu Zhiyan sitting there motionless.
He slowly rose from the water and walked over, but no matter how slowed his pace, the sound of the water still followed his steps.
When he got closer, he realized that Lu Zhiyan's eyes had been tightly closed at some point, and his bare chest was beating rhythmically and evenly. Song Zicheng was very close, so close that he could see the pores on Lu Zhiyan's face clearly.
The steaming hot spring water was almost still, except for the area where the two of them were, which rippled with Song Zicheng's movements. In that moment, looking at Lu Zhiyan's sleeping face, he suddenly had a strong urge to kiss him.
That's what he thought, and that's what he did.
The kiss was very light, so light that his lips barely touched before he pulled away. He didn't want to disturb Lu Zhiyan's sleep, nor did he want Lu Zhiyan to see the emotion in his eyes that was different from usual.
For the past six months, he had remained almost completely calm and unmoved. But then, one thing after another gradually broke down the high walls he had built. His heart was unexpectedly and slowly breached. A complete stranger, someone with no connection to him, entered his world step by step and gradually took a place in his heart.
Song Zicheng surrendered before he could even prepare for it.
Lu Zhiyan hadn't slept for long, only dozing off briefly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Zicheng staring straight at him. He rubbed his eyes, his voice languid and easygoing, as if he had just woken up: "Was I asleep?"
“Hmm,” Song Zicheng nodded. “Go back to sleep, you look very tired.”
Just as Song Zicheng finished speaking and was about to get up, Lu Zhiyan pulled him in front of her. Before he could react, the short cry of fright abruptly stopped, replaced by muffled groans and gasps.
"I'm full of energy!" Lu Zhiyan whispered breathlessly in Song Zicheng's ear, and then pulled Song Zicheng's hand down to his body.
Because of the hot spring, Lu Zhiyan's private area was incredibly hot. The moment Song Zicheng touched it, he felt as if he had been burned and his whole body shuddered.
The once quiet hot spring pool has now changed. Gasping sounds, splashing sounds, and the sound of water all rise up at once. These sounds overlap and complement each other, making them exceptionally loud and jarring to Song Zicheng's ears.
The entire surface of the water rose and fell violently with their movements, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes spreading to the shore and flowing far away until it disappeared.
Looking up, one can see snow-capped mountains and glaciers covering the vast expanse of sky. This magnificent and stunning scenery is even more tranquil and moving at night. The town, surrounded by mountains and dotted with lights, is like a scene from a fairy tale.
Tourists who come to visit are often amazed by this scene, immersing themselves in it and feeling the essence of the sun and moon and the spirit of heaven and earth. At this moment, Lu Zhiyan and Song Zicheng are doing the most intimate and touching thing, unknown to anyone, yet known to everyone.
As if to vent all the pent-up frustration of the past few days, Lu Zhiyan pressed down on Song Zicheng for a very long time that night, so long that when Song Zicheng woke up the next day, his whole body ached and his legs were weak.
It was past noon when Song Zicheng finished washing up and came out of his room for lunch. When he had just woken up and opened his eyes in the morning, Lu Zhiyan was no longer in the room. He was about to sleep a little longer when he suddenly remembered the lunch party. He endured his discomfort and slowly walked to the dining room. Charles, who was sitting facing the door, waved to him.
He walked over and sat down in the seat next to Lu Zhiyan, and said good morning to the two of them.
Charles chuckled, looking at Song Zicheng with a scrutinizing and probing gaze, and said in a teasing tone, "Mr. Song, it's already noon, is it still early? Are you that tired?"
After saying that, he glanced at Lu Zhiyan, who didn't react. Song Zicheng was left with an awkward smile. He lowered his head and stammered, "I'm a little tired after climbing the mountain for several days."
Charles seemed to want to say something more, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard Lu Zhiyan say, "Let's eat. After we finish eating, let's pack our bags and get ready to leave."
This round trip would indeed take a long time. Counting the days, it was indeed time to go back. The two packed their suitcases and walked to the hotel lobby to say goodbye to Charles.
Song Zicheng hugged Charles, who patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "See you next year, Song."
Song Zicheng hummed in agreement and took out a portrait from his backpack, giving it to Charles.
“Wow, it looks just like the painting! Thank you for the gift, I love it,” Charles exclaimed.
"If you like it, that's fine."
Charles and Lu Zhiyan didn't say much. They simply hugged and before leaving, they said a few words in French that Song Zicheng couldn't understand. Although he couldn't understand them, he felt that those words seemed to be related to him because the two people who were speaking glanced at him.
Goodbye, and I look forward to seeing you again!
"Bye-Bye!"
As the car drove further and further away, Charles's figure grew smaller and smaller, becoming increasingly blurry. When the car left the town, Song Zicheng reluctantly took out his camera to record the journey, occasionally letting out a sigh.
"Reluctant to leave?" Lu Zhiyan asked.
"Well, it's actually not so bad, just a bit sentimental, after all, there are so many unforgettable experiences and memories here," Song Zicheng said.
Lu Zhiyan didn't speak, but turned his head to look at the back of Song Zicheng's head, his eyes rolling around in their sockets, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curling up.
Last night, Song Zicheng had been tormented by Lu Zhiyan for too long, and now, sitting in the car, he was starting to feel sleepy. His eyelids blinked slowly, and his head swayed gently. In his hazy state, he felt as if someone was gently placing his head on his shoulder. He felt very comfortable, shifted in his seat, and unknowingly fell asleep again.
They slept long and soundly enough that when they woke up, they were already in romantic, familiar Paris.
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