[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

This... should be the downstairs of his house?

He was sitting on the co-pilot's seat, his cheeks were reddish, his head was leaning against the window, his hair was a little messy, I reached out and patted his shoulder: "Li Yifeng, you're home, wake up."

He blinked his eyes in a daze, then he came to his senses, turned around and said thank you to me before opening the car door.

I saw him tugging twice before opening the door, so I couldn't resist getting out of the car and going around to help him.

Anyway, there are only a few steps, I can send him to the house and then go back to where I live.

On the way, I couldn't help but said: "You dare to drink, if I hate you, I will take a few more photos of you now."

He pressed the floor of the elevator, and leaned on my shoulder in an irregular manner: "Thank you, William, for not hating me. Besides, who told you not to drink... I have to drink what they persuade you to do."

I'm a little embarrassed: it's not my fault that I don't have the genes to drink.

But this is also good, as a person who is sober all the way, he can safely put all those who drink a lot and a little in the car.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator reached the designated floor, I sent him to the door of the room, looked at his dazed appearance and said helplessly: "Key."

"Ah?...Oh...the key." He lowered his head to look in his trouser pocket, "Huh?...Where's my key?"

"..." Really... I took a breath, put one hand through his armpit to prevent him from falling down, and patted his trouser pocket from the outside with the other hand, and reached in to take it after hearing the rattling sound.

After hooking the keys, I was finally close to completing the task, let him hug me, and I stretched out one hand to fiddle with a few keys to find the correct one, and twisted it a bit.

The sound of the lock being opened, I turned my head and something soft grazed my lower lip.

I was taken aback.

So is he.

He was about the same height, but he tilted his head slightly because he couldn't stand straight after drinking alcohol, and his light-colored lips were close to mine. Opening it slightly, he bit my lower lip.

It doesn't hurt, it's mild, it's kind of... itchy.

I stared at him blankly, saw his half-closed eyes slightly opened, there was a trace of clarity in his eyes, and he was a little annoyed, the touch on his lips disappeared, and the arms around me also let go, he His voice became colder, his eyes drifted away, and he reached out to grab the doorknob: "I'm a little drunk..."

The door opened a crack, and he walked in with his back to me: "Go back, good night."

"..." I watched him walk in, and turned my hand in one direction to close the door.

I looked at him and saw that his thin back seemed to be trembling a little. I reached out to stop the door when it was about to close a few centimeters, pushed the door open, and pulled his arm to make him turn around.

He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. I raised my hand to support his chin and kissed him again.

I don't know if he's drunk or not, as long as I'm sober.

The door closed by itself, and I walked slowly to his bedroom with my arms around him.Those soft lips smelled of alcohol, a little bit cold and a bit seductive, making people want to swallow him whole. His arms were wrapped around my neck, and the tip of his tongue slipped in and was pushed back by me, refusing to show weakness , seemed to be a little dissatisfied with my aggressiveness, and even bit me with his teeth again.

I frowned in pain, and looked at me with bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth, so I couldn't help but pinch his waist, and buried the two of them in the bed while he couldn't stand still.

He moved under me a little uneasy: "...so fast?"

I laughed: "What are you thinking about?" Then I turned over and sat up and tugged at his sleeve: "Go to sleep, I'm going back."

"……Um."

I stood up and bent down again, looking at him with some mistrust: "Hey, let's make it clear first, you won't deny your account when you get up tomorrow, right?"

He stared at me: "If you didn't follow up, I'm going to deny it."

I rubbed his hair: "Then I'm relieved, good night."

"……Good night."

Closed the bedroom door for him, the smile on my face seemed unstoppable, I straightened my clothes and walked to the door, opened the unlocked door, the next moment I saw a ferocious face from outside rushing towards me .

I snapped my eyes open.

The body trembled involuntarily.

It was very dark around, and I quickly got used to the dark color of only the moonlight. He moved as a pillow on my lap, opened his eyes slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

He is still there.

I wanted to raise my hand to touch him, but remembered that my hands were cold, so I gave up and shook my head.

I don't know what's wrong.

This time the feeling is different. I used to be able to see flashing pictures and hear sounds in my mind, but they were not continuous, and there was no cause and effect.

The pictures this time made me feel a little empty.

The chest cavity is empty.

I raised my hand to touch my chest, and there was a dead silence.

... I suddenly feel ... cold.

Then his hand was on mine.

I moved my eyes to him, watched him sit up, the quilt on his shoulders slid down, before I reached out, he put it on himself and sat next to me, tilted his head to look at me, and whispered to me say.

"William, you've been thinking of something all this time, haven't you?"

Yes, I never told him that I didn't want to give him some false hopes for no reason.

But now, I want him to know.

So I nodded.

He pursed his lips: "Can you tell me what it is?"

A lot, good, bad, together or apart, I don't know what to say, so I just looked at him, opened my mouth, and shook my head again.

He probably understood it, and after thinking about it, he continued: "Does everything you think of have anything to do with me?"

basically.I nodded.

He held up my bandage-wrapped right hand, patted it and said, "...Does those things make you feel?"

I stared blankly at the hand that had been patted by him, and didn't answer him.

His puzzled voice sounded next to my head: "William?"

I raised my right arm in some pleasant surprise, causing him to turn his gaze. Under the moonlight, I could clearly see my fingers moving slightly.

He covered his mouth with one hand, moved forward excitedly, and stretched out both hands to hold it carefully: "Really... it's growing?"

I nodded, seeing his bright and misty eyes, I couldn't help laughing.

He leaned over and hugged me, the heat in his body was continuously accumulating, I stretched out my arms to wrap his arms around him, greedily feeling the breath of his being alive.

As if he is so alive, it can prove that I am not so dead.

I hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear.

"Those things, I feel."

"Wanna be with you."

No matter what happens, good or bad, I don't want to part with you.

Even if it is death, I don't want to.

TBC.