come to my house to sleep

19.

I ran all the way home by instinct, and didn't go anywhere else.

in the elevator.

Wen Xingyun let go of Fan Li's hand naturally, and asked with a smile, "What wish do you have?"

"No." Fan Li smiled and shook his head.

His wish has come true.

He asked back, "What about you?"

"My wish is that you accompany me home to drink now." Wen Xingyun didn't think about it.

Go back to Wen's house.

Drink and chat.

Aimless chatting will always be cold, so I play games.

Quiz game, quick question and quick answer, penalty for getting stuck.

Fan Li asked first, he thought about it, and when he was ready, he said, "Start."

"Wait a minute." Wen Xingyun changed into a comfortable position and sat on the sofa with his knees hugged.

"En." Fan Li waited.

"Listen to the nonsense version or the sincere version?" Wen Xingyun asked leisurely.

"..." Fan Li smiled while holding a bottle of wine, "Let's talk nonsense first."

"OK. You ask."

"Favorite author?"

"Dostoevsky."

"Favorite book?"

""War and Peace"."

"Favorite artist?"

"Da Vinci."

"Favorite singer?"

"Elvis Presley."

"favourite colour?"

"color."

"Favorite animal?"

"pig."

"Favorite plant?"

"Grass."

"favorite food?"

"seaweed."

"Favorite time of day?"

"morning."

"Favorite person?"

"Own."

It was very smooth, both of them spoke very fast, and they both breathed a sigh of relief after speaking.

Wen Xingyun blinked, looking very proud.

Fan Li was a little speechless, watching him unable to say another word.

Wen Xingyun shrugged and said, "Come to the sincere version?"

"Hmm..." Fan Li adjusted and started again, "Favorite author?"

"No."

"Favorite book?"

"No."

"Favorite singer?"

"No."

"favourite colour?"

"No."

"Favorite animal?"

"Um... no."

"Favorite plant?"

"……Your home."

"favorite food?"

"You did it."

"Favorite time of day?"

"With you."

"Favorite person?"

"you."

After the talking stopped in the room, Fan Li realized what the answer he heard was, his ears were buzzing, as if countless echoes were still saying: You, you, you...

Wen Xingyun took the wine in his hand as if nothing had happened, poured a full glass into the tall glass, and said lightly, "Come on, drink it all up."

The crimson wine shook like a jewel, and was delivered to his hand.

Fan Li took it slowly and drank it slowly. After drinking it, his face and mind became hot, he put down the empty wine glass, and held his face in a daze.

Wen Xingyun patted him on the back amusedly, and said, "It's time for me to ask you."

Fan Li didn't move and didn't look at him, he just looked forward and murmured: "I think you were the one who lied just now."

"Ah?" Wen Xingyun couldn't help laughing, with a rising sound, he thought for a while, but without explaining, he poured himself some wine, "Then I'll drink too."

He drank well, one glass, another glass.

After drinking, he stretched his waist, put down his legs, let out a breath of comfort, and then looked at Fan Li, and found that he was still in the original posture, so he couldn't help poking his forehead lightly, and asked: " Really drunk?"

As soon as he was touched, Fan Li immediately dodged back and turned to look at the person who poked him. In his hazy vision, he felt the other person's face was blushing, and when his head became hot, he put his palm on it and said, "You are more drunk!" ah."

Wen Xingyun's face was touched unexpectedly, and his eyes were wide open.

Fan Li felt that the hand felt good, and he rubbed it lightly for a few times before letting go reluctantly. He stood up abruptly and said, "I'll pour you some water to hangover."

After speaking, he stood still.

In the next second, he fell heavily and sat back on the sofa. He couldn't sit still at all, and his body fell obliquely to the side.

He fell into Wen Xingyun's arms and closed his eyes.

Wen Xingyun's sense of touch had been sharpened by him, and the itchy feeling on his face hadn't disappeared yet, and he was hugging someone warmly and softly in his arms.

Wen Xingyun looked down at the person in his arms, the milky white knitted sweater had a warm color under the warm light, and the skin around the neckline was almost milky white.

His eyes lingered on that white patch for a long time, until the man moved his body uncomfortably, smashed his mouth again, licked his lips, and made a slight nasal sound.

Wen Xingyun's heart beat suddenly quickened, his eyes deepened, he leaned down, kissed his lips, tasted the residual taste of red wine, and licked it lightly.

Then, the body was violently pushed away by the hands of the person under him.

With so much strength, the sofa was pushed.

Fan Li sat up, very steady, and looked at Wen Xingyun with his eyes wide open, black and white were distinct, and he looked very sober.

I have never been so awake before, all kinds of fragmented information that I have heard and seen before are quickly integrated in my mind...

Wen Xingyun was stunned, maintaining the sitting posture pushed against the back of the sofa, watching Fan Li stand up, put on his coat, pick up his canvas bag, go to the entrance, put on his shoes, open the door, and leave.