Xiao Zhan returned to the living room with the bags.
He didn't know why Wang Yibo called him back. He just thought Wang Yibo's expression was strange.
He seemed to be in an extremely good mood.
Wang Yibo moved the cup inside, then picked up all the bags in Xiao Zhan's hand and put them on the table.
Xiao Zhan wondered, "What's wrong?"
Wang Yibo held Xiao Zhan's waist, half pushed and half helped him up to sit on the table in front of him.
Then Wang Yibo put his hands on Xiao Zhan's knees and took a step forward.
Xiao Zhan blinked his eyes and was a little flustered, "W-, we, now? I haven't, haven't washed yet."
Wang Yibo bent his fingers and gently knocked on Xiao Zhan's forehead, "Not that."
Xiao Zhan, "...Oh."
Xiao Zhan asked, "What's wrong?"
Wang Yibo looked down at Xiao Zhan's hand and said, "Spread it."
Xiao Zhan raised his hand, spread it out, and looked down at the thing on his palm, "Tie clip, what's the matter?"
Wang Yibo looked at Xiao Zhan with a faint smile and asked, "What did you just do to it?"
Xiao Zhan didn't react in time, "What?"
Wang Yibo raised his chin towards the wall, and Xiao Zhan followed Wang Yibo's gaze.
Xiao Zhan's expression told Wang Yibo that he still didn't understand.
So, Wang Yibo reminded him, "Hopping around, and kissing, I saw it."
Xiao Zhan, "..."
Xiao Zhan, "..."
Xiao Zhan, "..."
This angle of view is really good, it indeed had a panoramic view of everything in the corridor.
This fucking...
Xiao Zhan turned his head to look at the wall, unable to calm down for a long time.
And he was unable to turn his head back for a long time.
But Wang Yibo helped him.
Wang Yibo pinched his chin and twisted his head back.
Xiao Zhan was ashamed and embarrassed. In order not to let Wang Yibo see his expression, Xiao Zhan immediately lowered his head and rushed into Wang Yibo's arms.
Wang Yibo immediately laughed out loud.
Xiao Zhan thought that his body was burning.
He could feel it, he blushed all the way to his body.
He seemed to hear Wang Yibo's laugh of ridicule.
So you were like this, Xiao Zhan.
I really couldn't tell.
What's wrong?
Xiao Zhan swallowed heavily. His shoulder was held. He felt that Wang Yibo was about to pull him apart. Xiao Zhan immediately grabbed Wang Yibo's coat, "No, no, let me lie here for a while."
Wang Yibo chuckled and loosened his hand, "Alright."
Xiao Zhan closed his eyes.
Those actions just now were all done subconsciously, he probably thought that only he would know so he let himself go and acted very pompous. Since it'll be forgotten once it was over.
Now he thought back carefully, what exactly did he do just earlier?
How did Wang Yibo just happen to see it?
As he calmed himself down, Wang Yibo kept stroking the back of his head and playing with his hair.
Xiao Zhan breathed steadily and told himself that other than accepting this embarrassment, there was nothing else he could do.
"Wang Yibo." Xiao Zhan's voice was stuffy.
Wang Yibo responded to him, "Mn."
Xiao Zhan, "If you won't laugh at me, I'll get up."
Wang Yibo laughed as he said, "I won't laugh at you."
Xiao Zhan, "..."
Forget it.
He also thinks it was quite funny himself.
Whether his face was still red or not, lying here like this wasn't the solution after all.
And Wang Yibo has already seen him blush so many times, he must have gotten used to it already but just didn't say it to give him respect.
Xiao Zhan raised his head and looked at Wang Yibo with a dying expression.
Wang Yibo, who said he would not laugh, laughed uncontrollably.
Xiao Zhan wilted, "I knew you were going to laugh."
Wang Yibo coughed and restrained himself, "Not laughing anymore."
Xiao Zhan lowered his head in despair.
Wang Yibo smoothed his head and asked, "So what were you happy about?"
Since it had already gotten to this point, Xiao Zhan simply explained, "I'm happy you gave me a tie clip, I'm happy to wear the same thing as you."
All right, you got to the bottom of this, Mr. Wang.
Wang Yibo smiled helplessly and pinched the back of Xiao Zhan's neck, "What's wrong? You're so lifeless."
Xiao Zhan felt very depressed, "So shameful."
Wang Yibo said, "Not shameful."
Xiao Zhan was not comforted at all.
Wang Yibo asked, "Then why didn't you express it to me? You were being happy secretly instead?"
Xiao Zhan choked.
Good question!
Xiao Zhan didn't know how to answer, so he shook his head and didn't speak.
The air suddenly quieted down and both men were silent.
"Look into my eyes." A few seconds later, Wang Yibo said to Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan raised his eyes.
Wang Yibo, "Sit up straight."
Xiao Zhan obediently sat up straight.
Wang Yibo put his hand on Xiao Zhan's knee again and stared into Xiao Zhan's eyes, "You gonna listen to my words?"
Wang Yibo suddenly became serious, so Xiao Zhan immediately nodded, "Yes."
Wang Yibo said, "The things I do for you, whether you like it, dislike it or even hate it, you have to show it to me, you can't hide it, you can't be happy secretly by yourself or loathing it secretly alone."
Wang Yibo stopped for a moment to give Xiao Zhan time to express his opinion.
Xiao Zhan nodded, "Okay."
Wang Yibo, "People are sensory animals. I need to judge your joys and sorrows through your expressions. If you hide it, it's easy for me to make mistakes, understand?"
Xiao Zhan lowered his eyes, "I got it."
Xiao Zhan's voice was very quiet, and Wang Yibo noticed that as Xiao Zhan spoke, his mouth seemed to pout.
Wang Yibo tilted his head.
Unlike that small boy in the theatre, Xiao Zhan pouts less obviously. If he doesn't pay attention, he won't notice.
Wang Yibo blinked.
He felt that Xiao Zhan was being aggrieved.
There seemed to be a thread on the tip of his heart, which was suddenly pulled by Xiao Zhan.
Wang Yibo doesn't know whether it was itching or painful. With Xiao Zhan like this, he felt a little stuffy.
He knocked on Xiao Zhan's head and gently kissed him on the forehead.
Only then did Xiao Zhan raise his head and look at Wang Yibo.
He heard Wang Yibo ask, "What's the matter? Suddenly unhappy?"
Xiao Zhan took a big breath of air and slowly let it out.
He suddenly put on the hood behind him, pointed to Wang Yibo, and said, "You're so mean."
Wang Yibo paused briefly, "I'm mean?"
In fact, Xiao Zhan didn't feel much, it's mainly because he was criticized by Wang Yibo just before he calmed down from his embarrassment. Wang Yibo acted so seriously, which made him a little stunned.
Obviously, he did nothing wrong, but he was suddenly scolded. Of course, he felt aggrieved.
However, Xiao Zhan's self-digestion ability was always good. Very soon, he calmed down and recovered.
He hesitated for half a second, put his hand on Wang Yibo's shoulder, and hugged Wang Yibo.
He leaned next to Wang Yibo's ears, and said quietly, "Can you be more gentle when you reason with me in the future?"
Wang Yibo paused again.
Then he thought that there indeed have been people who say he's difficult to get along with.
A sense of distance.
Elegant indifference.
Don't dare to approach.
Very scary.
...
Many words jumped into his mind.
Wang Yibo hugged Xiao Zhan back, feeling bad, "I'm sorry, I'll reflect."
Xiao Zhan made an "mn" sound vaguely.
Now that this matter was on the table and Wang Yibo had a good attitude about it, Xiao Zhan went all out, "Not only today, it happened so many times already."
Wang Yibo nodded, "I'll change."
Xiao Zhan grinned happily.
Wang Yibo stopped pestering Xiao Zhan and let him go take a bath.
During Xiao Zhan's process of taking a bath, Wang Yibo took out his phone and began to research carefully.
What is gentle?
What does gentle mean?
How to be a gentle person?
...
He searched a lot and read a lot.
So it turned out Xiao Zhan likes this type.
Easy.
When Xiao Zhan came out, Wang Yibo also entered the bathroom.
In order to cease the awkwardness of waiting to be favored from happening again, this time, Xiao Zhan took his phone with him to bed and went through it joyfully.
As he tapped around, he ended up zoning out.
As he zoned out, he gradually began to think.
Things seem to be gradually turning wrong.
No, he should say that things are gradually turning right.
Before long, Wang Yibo also came out of the bathroom. Only then did Xiao Zhan put his attention on his phone again.
Then he saw Wang Yibo drink half a glass of water. And he saw Wang Yibo walk around half the bed. Then Wang Yibo opened the quilt beside him and lay in.
It wasn't even 10 o'clock yet.
They had a lot of time.
It's going to be a long night.
Xiao Zhan thought about this as he put his phone aside. As soon as he took his hand back, his whole body was pulled over by Wang Yibo.
Without saying anything, Wang Yibo directly lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against Xiao Zhan's neck.
Xiao Zhan felt ticklish, he soon couldn't stand it anymore and started laughing.
"Ahaha, Wang Yibo." Xiao Zhan pushed him.
Wang Yibo raised his head. They looked at each other for half a second, and then Wang Yibo lowered his head.
Instead of going straight to Xiao Zhan's lips, he first touched Xiao Zhan's forehead, then kissed Xiao Zhan's eyebrows, and finally pecked on the tip of his nose before slowly sliding down and kissing Xiao Zhan's lips.
Wang Yibo didn't stick to it the entire time. Instead, he kissed and stopped. Xiao Zhan watched with his eyes open wide, and Wang Yibo also had his eyes open.
Wang Yibo stared at Xiao Zhan's lips, the kisses fell once after another, seemingly to have a rhythm. But in fact, he was kissing without rhythm.
It was like Xiao Zhan's lips were smeared with delicious goods and a different kind of sweetness could be tasted from every kiss.
So Wang Yibo kissed him seriously and gently.
Right, it was gentle.
It seemed like if he wasn't gentle, he would miss out on some sweetness.
The cream would slowly soften and melt in a high-temperature environment.
The cream melted, the cake and fruit that was wrapped within the cream were perfectly presented, ready for a new round of tasting.
Cream without any flavor and fruits that gradually hardened were better than anything he ever tasted.
Soft and glutinous, dazed and fuzzy.
The quilt was kicked off the bed once more. Wang Yibo grabbed Xiao Zhan and began to complete his first impression of the position behind the white screen of the play.
The drums from a few hours ago seem to have been moved to the bedroom.
Following the rhythm, the drums echoed around them.
Xiao Zhan's heart also followed it and beat rhythmically.
Wang Yibo's drums moved very slowly, much slower than before.
Xiao Zhan was hanging in the air, his hands were grabbing at random, but he couldn't grab anything.
He breathed deeply and kept calling Wang Yibo's name.
Nobody knew how long it took before Wang Yibo finally understood his voice, let him go, and let him lie back.
Xiao Zhan put a soft hand on Wang Yibo's shoulder and looked at Wang Yibo with an even more aggrieved expression than just now.
Wang Yibo asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Zhan didn't know how to tell him his request.
He thought it was probably the gentleness they discussed earlier that stimulated Wang Yibo.
This time, Wang Yibo was so slow that he pretty much tortured the dead.
Seeing that Xiao Zhan didn't speak for a long time, even frowning and pursing his mouth.
Wang Yibo lowered his voice and asked softly, "What's the matter, baobao?"
Xiao Zhan, "I-, you..."
Wang Yibo looked down at Xiao Zhan and waited patiently.
Xiao Zhan closed his eyes and looked like he was risking everything.
He gritted his teeth for a while, and his voice suddenly became louder, "Wang Yibo, be meaner."
Wang Yibo looked at Xiao Zhan's expression and paused for half a second to understand what Xiao Zhan said.
He laughed quietly and then approached Xiao Zhan's ear, "Who wanted me to be gentle?"
Xiao Zhan was very uncomfortable, "It was me."
Wang Yibo dragged out an "ah", "You don't want that anymore?"
Xiao Zhan shook his head, "I don't want it, you hurry up. Be mean to me. Hurry, up."