big master, big liar

When Song Xuan woke up, it was already night outside Zhaixing Pavilion.

The room was in a mess, with rummaged medicine boxes, overturned furnishings, and broken porcelain. It looked like bandits crossing the border, and it was in a mess.

Song Xuan lowered his head and saw the octopus-like man holding himself tightly, the person who hugged him tightly still had tear stains on his face, his eyelashes were curled up, but his brows were faintly frowned, he looked very pitiful.

Ji Yunxi slept very lightly, Song Xuan only moved slightly, and he woke up.

"Brother?" Ji Yunxi called out, and quickly got up to check the wound on Song Xuan's neck. "Brother is awake?"

When he raised his head, he met Song Xuan's indifferent and blank eyes.

Song Xuan asked: "Who are you?"

Ji Yunxi immediately froze there: "...brother?"

He suddenly remembered that Song Xuan could not have given him his memory, he...

There was a slight apology in Song Xuan's eyes: "Are you my brother? Sorry, I can't remember—"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Yunxi stood there like a log as if struck by lightning.Staring at a pair of bright eyes, tears fell down like strings.

"You..." Song Xuan frowned slightly.

Ji Yunxi's voice was full of tears: "Brother...don't scare me, I know I was wrong..."

Song Xuan forgot about him.As soon as these five words were uttered, Ji Yunxi felt as if his heart was about to be ripped out.

Seeing his tearful appearance, Song Xuan coughed softly: "Okay."

Ji Yunxi's expression paused, tears still hadn't stopped, she suddenly raised her head, and stared at him stupidly.

Seeing him like that, Song Xuan couldn't help laughing, and wiped his tears with his sleeve: "I won't scare you, don't cry, okay?"

Originally, he had been confused by this matter for more than a month, and he was worried, but now that he was finally at peace, he wanted to scare this person and make a joke with him.

Unexpectedly, I was almost drowned by snot and tears.

When Ji Yunxi cried, he felt even more distressed when he saw it, so he could only coax him: "I'm fine, I haven't forgotten you, and I'm still by your side, don't cry."

Ji Yunxi managed to react, and grabbed Song Xuan's hand tightly, covering it in his bosom, his whole body trembling faintly.

Song Xuan didn't expect him to be so afraid, but regretted it a little, and slowly said along his back: "It's my fault, I was just kidding with you, I won't make such a joke next time."

Ji Yunxi calmed down after a while, and then slowly said: "I did that... I'm afraid you won't want me if you wake up."

In fact, he has memories of the previous days.

Song Xuan was clearly by his side, being pressed by him to do the most intimate thing, but seemed to be thousands of miles away from him, out of reach.

When I have no memory, I just feel restless.

With the memory, he felt that that time was like falling into an ice cellar, so uncomfortable that he wished he could die.

In the early years, he had thought that if Song Xuan got tired of him and hated him one day, even if he was tied, he would tie people to him.

But now he knows that, after having tasted the joy of two people, how can he bear the gap of being alienated and hated by his sweetheart?

Seeing his gloomy expression, Song Xuan knew that he was probably thinking too much, so he rubbed his hair jokingly: "What did you do? Huh?"

"In the secret prison you said? Or above the Star Picking Pavilion?" Song Xuan teased while biting his ear. "Why don't I know when my Axi became so thin-skinned?"

When he said this himself, his ears turned red, but he didn't notice it, he just thought that his romantic image was so vivid.

Ji Yunxi saw it, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, you don't blame me?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "I don't blame you."

Ji Yunxi's smile deepened: "Does brother like it?"

Song Xuan always felt that something had changed.

Sure enough, after the last sentence, Ji Yunxi ran off to nowhere, wrapped his arms around his waist and said softly: "I remember that my brother was also happy that day, several times in a row..."

The following words disappeared in Song Xuan's ears, causing his entire face to turn red.

It can be seen that Ji Yunxi is pushing his nose and face together, and has gone farther and farther.

"Shut up." Song Xuan wished he could cover his ears.

Seeing him like this, Ji Yunxi felt a little relieved, and the more she said, the more shameless she became: "If brother likes this, let's go and taste it when brother gets better. I see that Jueyuan has many other things. Toy, if it is used on this..."

Song Xuan was so angry that he blocked him with his mouth.

Ji Yunxi blinked, pressed Song Xuan's head, deepened and extended the kiss, and watched Song Xuan soften little by little until both of them were intoxicated by it.

Ji Yunxi put her arms around his waist, buried her face in his neck, and whispered, "Thank you."

Thank you for not leaving.

Thank you for appearing in my life.

All the sweet and sour emotions that cannot be produced when he loses his memory occupy his mind clearly and clearly at this moment, spreading to the tip of his tongue.

He realized that the appearance of Song Xuan might not only bring about a long-lasting love.

It was all the color in his life and the sense of warmth and happiness that kept him from turning into the cold, monstrous person he had been before.

So that he did not live forever in the darkness of loneliness.

"Axi, I am pleased with you." Song Xuan said softly.

"The meaning of this sentence is that I want to be by your side, I want to protect you, I want to see you happy, I want to possess you, I want you."

Ji Yunxi curled up in his arms without speaking.

"There is another meaning," Song Xuan said slowly.

"I love you."

Ji Yunxi stood up abruptly, staring at Song Xuan steadfastly.

The blush on Song Xuan's face has become one piece, and there is a slight watery light in his eyes.

But the corner of the mouth is smiling.

"So, don't be afraid." Song Xuan said quietly. "No matter when, don't be afraid."

It's like even if Ji Yunxi forgets herself, her heart will still throb.

Song Xuan vaguely realized that no matter what situation he was in, he would always have love for the person in front of him.

Ji Yunxi lay in Song Xuan's arms without speaking.

But Song Xuan knew that the man was crying again.

He wanted to laugh a little.

If Ji Yunxi continued to cry like this, he might have to give the current saint a not-so-nice nickname.

It is called "Little Crying Bag".