Infinite Love ∞

"Uh……"

M opened his heavy eyes, and what caught his eyes was the familiar ceiling in the room, but the ceiling lights were not in the familiar position. M propped himself up, but his hands trembled slightly, and he realized that he was lying on the bed.The quilt became a mess after being pushed all night, and a corner fell out of the bed.

How did I get back?

Looking at the empty room, the dust slowly fell in the sunlight projected in, as if nothing happened last night. M Zhangzhao combed back the messy hair that had just woken up, turned his head and glanced at the clock on the low table beside the bed, M suddenly woke up!It's been 10 minutes longer than the usual time to go out!

Oops, it's a little late!Did the alarm clock not go off?Or did I not hear?

M hurriedly moved to the side of the bed, her feet landed on the ground, trying to stand up with all her strength.

"Ahh!"

"Um?"

M fell back on the bed with an unsteady center of gravity, only to realize that the touch of the floor was wrong, it was much softer than usual.The exclamation from the ground startled M, who was out of the situation; S, who was wearing boxers, was lying on the ground in the posture of a murder scene, with one of his feet still hidden under the bed.

Did he sleep on the floor in such a mess yesterday?Or did he fall off the bed again?

"Are you drunk enough to lose your pants?"

"Huh? You took it off..."

S crossed his legs in a mermaid sitting posture, hunched over, yawned and rubbed his eyes.If you see a weak girl in underwear, you should be able to get a sexy or cute evaluation.But in front of him is a scruffy man with only underwear and messy hair. This picture is really uncomfortable.

M feels a little queasy.

"How can it be."

"really……"

M did not hesitate to refute S's statement, dodged S's feet, stepped on the hard floor, and walked quickly into the bathroom to freshen up. S sat on the ground dully and looked towards the direction where M disappeared.

The night before, S used all his strength to move M up to the second floor, and even had to find his key in M's pocket to open the door with his hands free, which made him sweat profusely.After finally dragging M into the room, he let go of his hand and directly placed M on the bed.

"D-Finally." S gasped, and looked down at M, whose whole body was limp, with one hand on his forehead, and his HP had almost returned to zero.

"Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

S squatted down and lay down on the edge of the bed to look at M's face, but couldn't see the expression clearly because of the frame of the glasses. S realized that he had to help M take off the glasses, and carefully lifted the horizontal bar in the middle of the glasses, so as not to be alarmed and faint The M. S folded the glasses and placed them next to the pillow, then stood up.

"Good night." S smiled reassuringly as he watched M's chest rise and fall steadily with his breathing.

M slowly opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of S who was about to leave. He didn't know where he got the energy to sit up quickly, and roughly reached out and grabbed S's shirt and pulled it back!

"Damn!" Without any warning, S was pulled and fell directly between M's legs.

"Aren't you drunk?"

S doesn't understand M's behavior, and is still confused about where M's strength comes from? M's hands restlessly wrapped around S's slender waist, and she moved forward to undo S's trousers.The click of jeans buttons sounds very clear in the quiet night.

"What the hell! Why take off my pants!"

"Show me the handjob."

"Clam?"

S turned around and grabbed M's conscious or unconscious wrist, trying to pull M's hand away from his trousers.The moment their eyes met, S almost thought that M was serious.

"How much did you drink? Start talking nonsense! Hey, don't take it off!"

S patted M's left hand away but didn't care about the right hand that unzipped the trousers. S wanted to stand up but just matched M's hands to pull!Brutely pulled S's jeans back to her knees, and even pulled the boxers inside, her ass was almost naked!

"I want to see your orgasm face."

"?!"

S instantly blushed and his heart beat out of rhythm, he almost forgot how to breathe!Even though he usually jerks off here, he has never been asked for it!Not to mention speaking from the frigid guy in front of him, it's almost as inconceivable to see the monk say that he wants to watch porn.

"Damn it! You're a pervert! Oh shit!"

S tightened the boxer pants, the last line of defense, and M pulled the jeans forcefully regardless of the direction, presenting a low-dimensional war scene.But the disparity in strength between the two immediately caused S to fall forward a big shit!And M also gets a pair of pants.

"Let's rely on the waist, the pants are still here!"

M clutched the trousers he had snatched for no apparent reason and lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and fell silent.S, still in shock, bent forward in frustration on the ground, looking at M unconscious.

"Are you sure you didn't take it off yourself?"

"Damn it! I told you that you would go crazy with alcohol. If you don't believe me, it's too dangerous to take you to drink!"

M was standing in front of the mirror buttoning his shirt, while S by the bed was putting on his trousers while thinking about it, and described to him M the night before.

So I never knew what it was like to be drunk?It should be said that I never had a chance to get drunk, thanks to him.

"And you're talking nonsense! You're under a lot of pressure!"

"Did I say something?"

"Uh." S thought of M's astonishing speech and couldn't get it out.

"I don't quite remember. If I offended you, I apologize." After straightening the collar of his shirt with both hands, M turned to look at S.

"It's nothing! It's just an alien language I don't understand! I want to go home and sleep in the cage."

S shook his head violently and walked directly to the door, wanting to interrupt this embarrassing topic, but M held a dubious attitude.

M bent down and picked up the briefcase on the floor. The moment he stood up straight, his head felt dizzy, and the nausea when he just woke up suddenly intensified. M seemed unable to control himself from letting go, the briefcase fell heavily to the ground, and in the next second he rushed into the bathroom with his mouth covered, bumping away from S who was still strolling lazily.

"?" S was inexplicably hit, and immediately turned around and heard the sound of M vomiting in the bathroom.

"Hey, are you okay?"

S looked in from the door of the bathroom, M supported the edge of the sink with both hands, his throat burned by stomach acid made M bent down and coughed non-stop.The expression reflected through the mirror looked very painful, and I could vaguely see the tears forced out by coughing too hard, slipping out from under the frame.

"I'll get you some honey to drink, wait for me."

S slammed open the iron door, Ping Ping ran out and Ping Pang rushed into her house, making M's head buzz even more. M turned on the faucet to wash away the dirt in the washbasin and washed his face, but the feeling of nausea still rushed up his throat from time to time, M patted his chest, and subconsciously put his hands on his stomach.And the swollen head also began to throb with pain.

This is the hangover?

"Drink this cup first, so you won't feel so nauseous." S ran in with a glass of honey water, and saw M kneeling on the ground with her stomach in her arms.

"What's wrong?" S put down the cup, and immediately squatted down beside M.

"My stomach hurts..." M frowned, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Seeing that something was wrong, S immediately put M's hands around his shoulders, and helped M to lie down on the side of the bed.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well temporarily, yes, I'll trouble you again." M put the phone back on the bedside table, and sighed heavily.

The hands on the clock quietly crossed 08:30, already exceeding M's working hours.But M's physical condition really didn't allow it, so he had to take his first leave of absence from the job he hadn't been in for a long time; and endured his first hangover.

In the past, just catching a cold would cause his stern father to scold him for a lack of discipline, which would lower the body's resistance.Even if his mother was present, he only wanted him to finish the book quickly and go to bed early, and it would not make his family feel particularly fond of him.

Growing up in this environment, M was naturally very cautious about his own health, and later even caught colds very rarely.

M never expected that now he would be lying on the bed because of drinking too much wine.

"I'm sorry." S's face is no longer the free smile, replaced by a look of guilt, squatting on the bedside and looking at M worriedly.

"It must be gastroenteritis, I often have this."

"Often? Then you still go to drink?" Even if dizzy, the usual complaints are still inevitable.

"Ah, I have stomach medicine, just wait for me."

S got up and rushed out, his rude actions seemed to tear down the door of their room again!Can't the door be opened and closed a little easier?This guy.

After S handed M the stomach medicine and water, he knelt by the bed and stared at M as he swallowed the medicine, like a pet that had made a mistake, squatting obediently and begging for forgiveness from its owner. M looked at S with a worried expression, which was far from the usual dick-like appearance, but felt a little strange.

Will he make that look too?Thought he didn't care about anything.

"Should I take you to the emergency room?"

"The pain will be less when you lie down... Aren't you going back to sleep?"

"It should be that you have to sleep back into the cage. When I have a stomachache, I can only lie down for a whole day! What did you drink yesterday? You are so hungover."

S, who had a dignified expression, became excited, obviously he also drank alcohol the night before, but now he is in good health.On the other hand, M, who is usually healthier than him, actually collapsed because of a hangover?

"Well...the beer you opened later, and your friend mixed two more..."

M took off his glasses, put them sideways on the low table next to him, took off the belt around his waist and threw it under the bed, and pulled out his neatly tied shirt to relax his body.

"Huh? Did you drink the bartender again afterward?"

The power of bartending lies in its mildness and smoothness, which makes people drink a few more glasses unconsciously, forgetting that its alcohol concentration should not be underestimated.Not to mention what M's so-called "two cups" are, S has never seen it, and it is definitely not a simple drink.

"If I knew it, I would have stared at you, what the hell." S wiped his face, feeling like someone had slapped him.

Seeing him annoyed is somehow funny, or should I say cute?

"Go to bed, I'll cook at noon."

"Don't you only know how to fry poached eggs?"

"I can make rice porridge too, but it's so difficult to just add water to rice. Go to sleep!"

At this time, M felt that his heart was filled with some kind of warmth, but it could not be expressed in words.He is used to being a loner, and he handles everything big and small by himself submissively, as if he has never been taken care of by others like this.

M smiled softly.

S froze for a moment, then revealed those watery puppy eyes again.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have taken you to drink."

"Don't have that face, I think it's very interesting, really." M turned over and faced S and lay on his side, and naturally put his hand on S's head and patted it twice.Closing his eyes, his consciousness fell into a deep sleep with his swollen head.

"yes?"

Hearing that M didn't mean to blame him, S secretly smiled.He didn't push M's warm palm away from his head, but slowly leaned his chin against the side of the bed, allowing his body to synchronize with M's breathing, feeling the tranquility of this moment.

M woke up to the rustling of pencils against paper.

The orange sunset was projected on the ceiling of the room, M's whole body was relaxed in the mattress, the temperature of the air was moderate, and his breathing was smooth, M felt that his head was much lighter than in the morning.This was his most extravagant day, and he actually spent half the day sleeping, which was another new experience for M.

M propped himself up sideways and sat up, looking for the source of the sound. S pulled the chair of the dining table and sat by the bed at some point, folded an A[-]-sized sketchbook on his bent legs, and lowered his head. is drawing.

"Woke up?"

S put down the sketchbook, went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water that was almost full, protecting it with the other hand for fear of the water splashing out, slowed down and brought the water over.

"The way to hangover is to drink more water, nah."

"Thank you." M took the water glass carefully, took a sip quickly to prevent the water from overflowing, and his eyes just fell on S's sketch on the chair.

"What are you drawing?"

"Hmm..." S cocked his mouth, scratched his face in embarrassment, picked up the sketchbook and turned to show M the side face of a man.

"Who?"

"You."

"Pfft." M laughed. He never thought that he would become a model and appear in other people's paintings.

"I didn't recognize him, he's not as handsome as me."

"Damn, you said it because you didn't wear glasses! It's impolite!" S smiled and took a sketchbook and patted M's arm.

M raised the glass of water in his hand and gulped it down. Perhaps it was because he had slept too long or was unable to eat since the early morning. At this time, the boiled water seemed to have a hint of sweetness.He actually played tricks with S, was he infected by S's personality?It turned out that he could also be so close to another person; at least no one had dared to joke about him like this before.

He couldn't help smiling knowingly as his lips left the rim of the glass.

"You used to be in the art department?"

"no."

S closed the sketchbook, and at the same time stuffed the pencil into the iron ring bound on the side, and threw the sketchbook back on the chair. S went to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, turned it to a low fire, and began to heat the pot on the stove.

"I thought you liked art."

"..."

M looked at the back of S with his head bowed, and was stirring the pot with a ladle in his hand.

"When did you have this illusion, hahahaha!"

S's sudden increase in decibels and uncoordinated intonation made M a bit unbelievable.And what happened to the five seconds of silence just now?What question did he ask that shouldn't be asked?

"Because I..." As soon as the words came out, M also slammed on the brakes, causing him a strange blank dialogue.

"Um?"

"Because the day I moved in, I saw a lot of paintings in your room."

M cleverly took up this reason and took a breath mentally. He almost said that he often saw S in the art museum; S didn't know that he worked in the art museum.As soon as he thought of S secretly crying in the art gallery, M chose not to mention it.He was worried that S's mood hadn't calmed down yet, and asking a question suddenly would only embarrass S, and he didn't want to make the atmosphere tense.I am also worried that if S finds out that he works in an art museum, will he not dare to go to the art museum again?

"What a shame! I was seen by you!"

S held two spoons of different sizes in his hand, one was obviously a stirring stick; he was holding two bowls... it should be said that a bowl and a plate of porridge were put down at the dining table, and it was only when M noticed that he hadn't prepared any extra tableware .In the first two nights, S came to dinner much later than M because of his late shift. In the absence of simultaneous use, M didn't notice this at all.

"That's because I'm bored with doodling, and drawing pictures can't be eaten as a meal. It's more practical to eat porridge! I cooked it until it was very bad, so eat some."

S holds a large and a small spoon from left to right, grins at M and invites M to come over for dinner.

I always feel that his way of laughing looks the most unnatural, is he trying to be brave?

"Watch this movie today!"

M was leaning against the bed, holding a thick English novel in her hand, and spread it out on the bookmarked page.Not long after eating, S brought another piece of porn from her house and stood in front of M. M raised her head and looked at it silently.

S squatted in front of the TV with great interest, skillfully turned on the player, and M realized that this was S's standard operating procedure: eating, watching movies, and masturbating.If you really want to say, this guy's life is quite regular, isn't it?The so-called order in chaos.

"Compared to watching a picture, I'd rather see you finish drawing that afternoon picture."

"..."

"I haven't asked anyone else to paint a portrait, I think it's very interesting."

Just after stacking the discs into the machine, S slowly turned his head, his lips parted slightly, looking a bit hesitant. M went to the seat where S was drawing in the afternoon, and nodded vigorously to the side, signaling for S to sit back and draw in that place.

S moved the dining table and chairs that had not been in their place for a long time to the side of the bed, sat cross-legged with a small body, and opened the sketchbook that was thrown aside just now.

"So what did you read before?"

The question seemed to be overwhelmed by the rustling sound of the pencil rubbing against the paper, and S did not respond at all.

M raised his head, his golden eyes were staring intently at the drawing paper, shimmering with pleasure; his smiling face like a spring breeze just revealed his love for drawing.

He definitely likes to draw pictures, and he didn't hear me at all... Was he forced by reality?Otherwise why would you say that?

S was concentrating on the drawing paper, but M was also concentrating on S, and had long forgotten that there was still an unfinished novel in his hand.It wasn't until S raised his head and met M's eyes in order to capture the details of M's facial features.

"Why are you looking at me? Turn around, model."

"Uh."

M didn't notice that he saw God when he looked at S, and turned his head back to his reading seat to let S continue to draw.But the heart is no longer in the plot of the book, instead, from time to time, his eyes drift to S's engrossed appearance.

I've been walking on SOP for too long, is there anything else that I can devote myself to like this?