The sofa is a bit small.
Gu Cong felt that way more than once.
However, he likes this kind of smallness very much, and can make himself and Xi Ye stay close to each other.
With no experience in kissing, he could only earnestly follow the young man's previous request, with his lips pressed against his lips, and passed the sweet drink over.
Cats are very clean cats, picky, and usually hate getting their fur dirty. Only when facing Gu Cong, Xi Ye is always very patient.
Tilting his head slightly, the light brown liquid overflowed uncontrollably and then disappeared between the intimately intertwined lips and teeth. The dog always learns quickly in this respect, and soon changed from the pure clinging like a small animal to a more intense and unbearable squall.
"Well."
With his fingertips, he subconsciously grabbed the hem of the T-shirt that was still stained with the other person's body temperature, pinched it vigorously, and wrinkled it. After a long time without a chance to take a breath, Xi Ye bent his knees through a thin blanket, and kicked the other person hard: "Gu Cong."
The boy whose name was called finally stopped.
In the shadow of the floor lamp, Gu Cong's eyes were shining, but they were more than the day, deep and reminiscent of a beast, with his left hand resting on the side of the young man's ear, his forearm protruding with beautiful muscle curves, he stared at Xi Ye's lips, which were more rosy and fuller than usual, and kissed again:
"It's so sweet."
Even though such indecent words were spoken by him, they were extraordinarily sincere, and the tips of his ears became even hotter than when they were kissing. Xi Ye unconsciously pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and pushed Gu Cong, and wanted to get up, but was pressed back on the rabbit again by the other party: "I haven't had time to ask, Mr. Xi, is this how you drink it?"
"Am I doing it right?"
"Are you doing well?"
A series of inquiries sounded innocent and pitiful, but in fact they had the upper hand. At the moment when the black-haired young man's phoenix eyes were about to explode, Gu Cong stopped his voice in time and hugged him with a smile: "I will work hard."
Xi Ye was very thin, and he didn't lie down completely. He was slightly hooped around the waist and sat up surrounded by Gu Cong. In a trance, he felt that he was the big doll, leaning forward according to the inertia, with his chin resting on the other's shoulder.
Gu Cong obviously likes this kind of intimate physical contact very much. It just so happens that their body temperatures complement each other, and no matter how sticky they are, they won't get hot. With his arms sticking to the young man's waist, he couldn't hold back and pulled him into his arms again: "So, are we together?"
Xi Ye paused:
"Um."
He found that Gu Cong was a person who paid great attention to rituals, and it was the same in the last small world. He had done everything he should and shouldn't do, but he still insisted on being a boyfriend.
"Really?" The joy in his voice was so full of joy, Gu Cong excitedly leaned close to the young man's ear, "Xi Ye? You promised me? But I haven't chased him much yet."
How to chase?
I have already chased him once in my previous life, plus this life, who else will have longer patience than this?
Of course, such a sentimental thought can't be expressed, Xi Ye struggled a bit, fiercely: "If you talk about it, go on."
"Oh." The dog who was holding him was really good.
But after a while, he touched his ear again: "But I'm still very happy, Xi Ye, I will treat you better, thank you for agreeing to me."
Xi Ye: "It's not a promise."
Gu Cong: "?"
Xi Ye: "I like it."
He said the last three words in a low voice, but Gu Cong heard clearly, his mouth couldn't close his smile, and he said kindly: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Xi, for being willing to like me."
"I also like Mr. Xi very much."
"I like it very much."
Xi Ye stretched out his hand and pushed the opponent's head away: "Don't bark indiscriminately." The address that would only be used between strangers was yelled at by the opponent in an extremely sensational way.
"What's that called? Xi Ye? Brother Xi? Baby?" Gu Cong reluctantly leaned over again, "And the first time I saw you was Mr. Xi."
"You don't know, the feeling when I saw you for the first time... How should I put it, "Wow, the person I have been chatting with on the Internet suddenly has a real feeling", it is both the same and different, as if I met you again. "
"Besides, you were injured at that time, and you were still wearing rabbit slippers. You were pitiful and cute. Of course, it was pity." In time, Gu Cong made a patch.
Such an arrogant and tenacious cat will probably never need anyone's pity from above.
including him.
......cute? Isn't it scary?
Thinking of his gauze-wrapped, skinny appearance when he first met him in this world, and looking at Gu Cong who was excited and showing no signs of lying, Xi Ye fell silent for a long time.
1101 Youyou: "Perhaps this is because beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
No matter how long the program is, it will end. When the TV returns to the standby screen, the clock in the living room jumps to 12:30. Gu Cong reluctantly lets go of the young man in his arms, watching him get up, straighten his crumpled house clothes, and say goodnight to him with fluffy slippers.
A bit reluctant.
But Xi Ye must be sleepy, his body is poor, and the other party goes to bed early and wakes up late, if he wakes him up for breakfast before nine o'clock in the morning, he will get a vicious cat with fried hair, such as the time with custard buns.
Fortunately, Xi Ye discovered his cat tableware physique that time.
It doesn't matter, trying to convince himself, Gu Cong silently calculated in his heart, it's just over eight hours, 480 minutes, 28,800 seconds...
for a long time.
too long.
Before this, Gu Cong never felt that he was a person who needed company, and he couldn't even imagine what he would look like after falling in love, but now, like a big abandoned dog, he followed the footsteps of the young man and turned around, staring at Xi Ye's back eagerly, hoping that the other party would accompany him for a while longer.
Xi Ye, who was about to be stared at with a hole behind him: ...
"Boom."
The door of the master bedroom was closed, Gu Cong reluctantly looked away, picked up the glass of Coke that hadn't been touched for a long time, and drank it down in one gulp.
Exposed to the air for too long, it has completely lost the essence of carbonated beverages, turning into caramel water that is so sweet and greasy, but Gu Cong drank it happily, not a single drop was left, and he cleared the tea table to brush the cup.
very nice.
He is Xi Ye's boyfriend now.
Xi Ye also told him that he likes it.
Humming a cheerful ditty that he couldn't understand the words, Gu Cong turned on the faucet and turned it to the lowest gear. Fortunately, he wrote some small programs to earn extra money since his junior year.
And the parents...
Realizing that his thoughts had diverged to the point of meeting his parents, Gu Cong was stunned for a moment, but felt that there was nothing wrong.
Because he really couldn't replace this imaginary Xi Ye with anyone.
A glass was finished quickly, just as Gu Cong refolded the thin blanket on the sofa in the living room, and was about to poke it secretly and take it back to sleep, the door of the master bedroom suddenly opened.
"Water spilled."
Holding the doorknob with his right hand, the black-haired young man looked calm: "Do you have any extra quilts in your room?"
"Water? Is it cold? Is it hot?" Subconsciously, he hid the blanket behind him and put it back on the sofa. Gu Cong quickly stepped forward and took a look at the other person's hanging left hand. Seeing that there was no obvious abnormality, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man who was asked also replied: "It's cool and white, and I didn't hold it steady when I wanted to drink it."
He probably brushed his teeth again before going to bed, and his breath had a slight mint smell. By the light of the bedside table lamp, Gu Cong could indeed see that Xi Ye's quilt was wet in a large area, and the color was darker than the surrounding area. Next to the table lamp, there was an empty glass.
1101 who guessed what the other party was thinking: Yes, isn't it wet?
Its host took the cup and poured it himself.
The evidence was forged to perfection.
The squeamish cat and cat must not be willing to drag half of the wet quilt to make do for the night. The quilt is very thick, and it will take a hair dryer to make it up for a long time. Just about to suggest that they change rooms and let the other party lie on their side to rest first.
"Why don't you go to my room."
"When I wake up tomorrow, I will just do a big cleaning, wash the sheets, bedding and curtains and dry them in the sun."
Quiet.
Although there was only a few seconds of blankness, Gu Cong felt as if a century had passed. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to pop out, and his Adam's apple rolled nervously. He took a breath as calmly as possible, for fear that Xi Ye would hear the sound.
Fortunately, the young man just raised his eyes: "Yes."
"I want to sleep in and draw the curtains."
Yes, of course.
No problem with nailing the curtains.
His heart was as excited as a big dog wagging its tail wildly, but Gu Cong's face was very calm: "Well, then you rest first, I'll go take a bath."
The black-haired youth nodded again.
1101, who watched the whole process: reinstall, reinstall.
Boys and boyfriends still play each other, human beings are really strange.
But what's the matter with being a little bit good.
In the public bathroom, Gu Cong took the most serious shower in his 21 years of life, his hair was carefully blown to ensure it feels good to the touch, his pajamas were changed into a new set, and he only missed spraying some perfume on his body.
The door of the side sleeper was not closed, leaving a thin gap, and Gu Cong, who had successfully washed his face, tiptoed open it, and looked inside, the black-haired young man was already asleep, resting on his pillow, covered with his quilt, sideways, with his back facing the door, curled up into a small ball.
The curtains were drawn, but there was a light on the bedside for him.
Gu Cong's heart suddenly calmed down.
Taking off the slippers outside the door that might wake the other party up, he quietly went to bed, raised his hand to turn off the light, carefully lifted the quilt to a corner, and slowly slipped in.
The darkness swept in, but with a sense of reassurance, he quietly approached the young man who was breathing steadily beside him. With his excellent eyesight, Gu Cong gently kissed the slightly raised hair tip:
"Good night."
The lemon-flavored shower gel lingered around, refreshing and light, the curly eyelashes trembled, the black-haired young man opened his eyes, and silently moved his lips:
Good night.
This was probably the most peaceful night since he traveled to this small world.