Extra interweaving.
Lou Sheng, at this age, has the common characteristics of adolescents: cheerful but also rebellious. He doesn't like people touching him casually, and he will be stern and unhappy. He has clear boundaries and limits in his interpersonal interactions.
When they first started getting along, Ying Zhisheng was a little bothered by this. But Lou Sheng would sometimes poke his face or hug his shoulders, the kind of behavior between good brothers and good friends, without any ambiguous feelings.
But recently.
Lou Sheng always held his hand, so naturally, as if it were a habit, his long, soft fingers slipping between Ying Zhisheng's fingers and clasping them tightly. This man was completely unaware and hadn't noticed yet.
"Hey, Ying Zhisheng, are you listening to me?"
Ying Zhisheng forced his attention away from his clasped hands and nodded nonchalantly, "I'm listening."
There is no relationship among classmates, friends or brothers in the world where you can chat face to face while holding hands.
Lou Sheng looked unhappy: "What was I saying just now?"
"You said someone borrowed 200 yuan from you and said they would pay it back in installments, but they only paid you 1.5 yuan every month."
"Yes! That's right!" Lou Sheng had never seen anything so outrageous, or maybe he had seen it but had forgotten it. Borrowing 200 yuan was not unusual, but paying back 1.5 yuan a month was a strange idea. He couldn't even afford a bottle of Wahaha!
Lou Sheng poked Ying Zhisheng in the chest and asked, "Why have you only said less than ten sentences so far?"
Ying Zhisheng's heart was beating wildly and he felt numb.
How could Lou Sheng be so adept at such overly intimate actions that he didn't even realize it? It seemed like just one night, quietly and without a trace, a drastic change had occurred.
Ying Zhisheng lowered his eyes: "You've been acting weird lately."
"Me? How could I!" Lou Sheng's eyes flashed with guilt. He took a few steps back and asked, "What's so strange about it? Tell me and I'll listen."
"You're still upset because you drank from the wrong glass of water last time."
This is all in the distant future. Lou Sheng replied: "What's the big deal? You should stop looking back and look forward."
“…”
He was very unhappy when he drank from the wrong cup, and complained that Ying Zhisheng imitated him and bought the same one.
In fact, from a personal point of view, these close relationships were very beneficial to Ying Zhisheng. But what made him concerned was that Lou Sheng would always lie on the window sill, basking in the sun and looking down at the building, and he would look at it for a long time.
Ying Zhi keenly noticed that Lou Sheng's eyes would become melancholy at certain moments. Yes, melancholy, a word that had nothing to do with a lively and cheerful boy, like a small patch of haze that suddenly appeared on a bright sunny day, which should not exist.
"What are you unhappy about?"
Lou Sheng opened his eyes slightly, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "No, you're overthinking it."
"I think you're unhappy because of me." Ying Zhisheng was incredibly attentive, caring about everything about Lou Sheng. He could accurately capture Lou Sheng's fading smile, his drooping eyelashes, and the way his fingers unconsciously curled up.
Now that things have come to this.
Lou Sheng sighed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and let the sun shine in. His eyelashes were beautifully adorned with sunlight, and his eyes were charming when he smiled. He sighed deeply, "I guess he's feeling emotional."
"What are you lamenting about?"
"I can touch the sunshine and you."
…
Ying Zhisheng suspected that Lou Sheng liked him, but this might be doubtful.
Ying Zhisheng suspected he was a pervert, and he felt it was a very real possibility. After all, a normal person wouldn't have a sexual dream with their crush where they'd cut off their flesh and blood to feed them their energy.
In the dream, Lou Sheng resisted and was right to do so. Ying Zhisheng then saw his fingers stained with blood, forcing people to open their mouths... his crazy and obsessive behavior was indistinguishable from a pervert.
Ice-cold, bloody, chaotic, absurd and confused indulgence in lust.
After taking a shower, I looked at myself in the mirror and vaguely saw wounds and blood on my naked upper body. They disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the image of Lou Sheng's dazed expression with a frown on his brows lingered in my mind.
The messy dreams lasted for several days. During the day, Ying Zhisheng didn't dare to have physical contact with Lou Sheng, and he didn't even dare to look up at him.
He was in deep trouble, and Lou Sheng was even more worried.
"Ying Zhisheng, you may not believe this, but I might be at the bottom of the class."
"?"
Lou Sheng rested his head on Ying Zhisheng's shoulder and murmured, "From first to last, I hope my mother won't beat me when the time comes."
Ying Zhisheng's Adam's apple rolled as he whispered, "How is that possible?"
"How is it impossible?" After more than ten years, he had forgotten where the school toilet was, let alone the books, and he still followed Ying Zhisheng stealthily.
Lou Sheng didn't plan to waste time on the exam any more. He estimated the day and said, "We'll stay up all night tonight. The updated version of the game has a female character who's good at wielding a dagger and dealing critical damage with every strike."
"Really?" Ying Zhisheng had never heard of it. "Where did you get the news?"
That means you remembered the wrong date.
Lou Sheng replied calmly, "I saw it on the forum."
"Okay." Ying Zhisheng nodded. He had been following the forum frequently because of Lou Sheng's interest, but he had never heard of this news.
The two of them were close, and Lou Sheng would occasionally stay over at Ying Zhisheng's house. Sitting on the sofa or a chair, the wind rustled the curtains, rustled the books on the table, and the boy plucking the strings of a guitar expressed his feelings immaturely, while Lou Sheng listened intently.
Something was still wrong. Lou Sheng insisted on sleeping in the same bed with Ying Zhisheng, otherwise he would have nightmares.
Lou Sheng refused to talk about the content of the dream, but Ying Zhisheng had seen the other person's wet eyelashes.
At night he would cling to him tightly, and a few times when he woke up in the morning, Lou Sheng would hug his neck while half asleep, mumbling something about work or some ghost job, and he would kiss his chin randomly without even opening his eyes.
I don’t know how she developed this coquettish look and who she is teasing.
Ying Zhisheng blushed and pushed him away, whispering, "What are you doing?"
Lou Sheng woke up instantly, opened one eye and then closed it again, lying on the bed with no desire to live. Unable to face himself, he confused the past and the present, and even molested Ying Zhisheng.
"Lou Sheng, you've been acting strangely lately." Ying Zhisheng's ears were red as blood dripped from his eyes. He covered the person next to him with a blanket, his chin still tingling from the kiss. "You've been a little... presumptuous with me lately."
“…”
After ten years of ghost marriage, they are still clinging to each other all day long. It would be a big problem if they became cold and distant.
"Actually, I was sleepwalking."
Ying Zhisheng: "There's really a female character in the game, and every hit is a critical hit."
Lou Sheng laughed, "I'm right!"
"…Um."
This is not news from the forum, Ying Zhisheng is 100% sure.
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