[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

Even though I don't think it's a great combination, it's kind of hard to leave.

He is so clingy.

After a while, I laughed again, and then held a shirt and coat and shook them in front of my eyes, with a discussing tone: "Can I change clothes?"

Although the tone was negotiable, the behavior was not at all, and my shirt was ripped off after a while.

This guy seems to have gone all over the place on a plane when I'm away during the day.

The galley on the plane is pretty neat, if you don't count a skinny mummified body, oh yes, I think he died and was trapped here and starved to death.

Died twice, which is terrible, especially in the kitchen from starvation.

The smell of the mummified dead guy is not very strong, at least that person's reaction is still normal, he just frowned slightly and got used to it.

Then he walked with ease to what he had discovered during the day.

There is clean water here.

The sound of running water makes me feel... very comfortable.

He didn't take too many into the pool, he didn't know where to find the towel, soaked it and twisted it half dry, he raised it up and motioned to me, intending to put it on my face.

I instinctively hid back, he paused, narrowed his eyes and looked at me, and the next moment, something in his hand slapped against my face.

a waste of resource.

I want to roll my eyes again.

After wasting four or five towels, he probably felt very satisfied, so he put the end of the shirt through my head and hung it around my neck, then he stopped, took a step back, pursed his lips and asked: " Will you wear it?"

"..." I bent my arms, found the cuff, and slipped it in.

He seemed very happy. After I put my arm in, he came back to help me pull the hem of the clothes, patted my shoulder, and bent his eyes: "It looks more energetic this way."

The hand on the shoulder did not take back, but moved closer to me and stuck to me, with his head on the side of mine, I could hear his breathing, heartbeat, and the kind of feeling on him that made me feel hungry. Open meaty.

He seemed to take a deep breath, and I wanted to do the same.

Then he backed away slightly, and I fought the urge to bite his shoulder and turned my head away.

His voice seemed a little confused, but also a little excited.

"William, do you know? You don't have that smell on you."

What is the taste?

I turned around, trying to frown.

I don't know if I did it, but he met my gaze and explained as if he understood my question: "You don't have that...rotten...rotten smell on your body, wipe off the dirt on your body After I dropped it, I couldn't smell that smell."

Is that a good thing?

My sense of discrimination is not that good, but besides his smell, there really seems to be only some smells from the mummy in the air.

To be honest, I didn't put all my thoughts on this, I always felt that something was wrong after seeing that mummy.

He tugged at my arm, and while pulling me back, he said, "...so sleepy, go to sleep."

It's fine if you go to sleep, and I don't need it.

But I didn't break free from him and let him drag me back.

I stood firmly on the ground and didn't move when he tried to make me sit on the chair.

He asked suspiciously what happened.

I thought about it, and compared my palm to my four fingers at right angles, then put my fingers flat, and then said with difficulty: "...No... hi..."

He understood what I was going to say, and repeated with some incomprehension: "Don't like it?"

I nodded.

"Why?" He looked at the chair, then at me, and then burst out laughing as if remembering something.

...Is there anything funny?

He stopped laughing for a while, leaned on the back of the chair and said, "I'll make the chair flat first, and then you lie down, okay?"

Amazing!He actually knew that I didn't like the feeling of suddenly leaning back?

I nodded quickly this time, and he bent over and pushed a button to tip the chair down, then sat on the other side and patted the seat.

This time I can lie down with peace of mind.

He was lying next to me, I turned my head to look at him, and he turned his whole body to my side, stretching his arms around me.

He is obviously a boy, how could he be so clingy?

I turned sideways unconsciously, with one hand under my head, and the other stretched out to rest on his waist.

This kind of action seemed to make him very happy, he got closer, and began to read in a rambling manner.

"You just started talking today?"

I nodded.

"Is it because of me?"

Probably, I nodded hesitantly.

"...You really don't remember me?"

I paused, but nodded.

He laughed: "Don't remember me, and still talk because of me? I'm that good?"

...you are so narcissistic.I looked at him speechlessly.

He seemed a little sleepy, and his voice was soft: "So you really like me so much. William Pot." After speaking, he also laughed.

I don't think I like him.And...can you talk properly?

But he still continued on his own: "I like you too..."

The hands around me tightened a bit, and his whole body was close to my arms, so I had to stretch out the hand that was under my head to cushion his neck.

He snuggled into my arms, his voice muffled: "Everything will be fine..."

……perhaps.

Maybe it's okay for me to stay and be with him.

After all, I still have a human form now, and I am really different from most of my companions.

Maybe everything will be fine.

The strength in his hands relaxed little by little, and he breathed evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

There is still that appetizing smell in my nostrils.

But suddenly found that I seem to be... not so hungry...

This is probably a good sign too.

I think I feel a little relieved now.

He was in my arms, and as I looked at him, there seemed to be something else in my mind besides the word food.

Probably...everything will be fine.

I listened to the breathing and heartbeat of the person in my arms, and felt the... reassuring feeling in other people's memory.

I don't know how long it took, but just when I thought I should try to close my eyes and go to sleep, I suddenly heard the click of the cabin door, and a small cocking sound.

That sound made me nervous.

I finally knew what was wrong.

——If the bodies on this plane are all starved to death.Why is the one on the plane I just saw alive and kicking...

The existence of the shelf life is really terrible.

TBC.