I collided with my opponent [entertainment circle]

Probably because the drunkenness has not completely subsided, or it may be because it has been too long since I haven't faced each other quietly in the dead of night, the transparent barrier that has always enclosed him and separated a safe distance from other people has temporarily become cold and indestructible.

He kept his nerves tensed continuously and habitually, and he also relaxed a lot without being controlled by Lin Xu.

Sheng Xingran heard Lin Xu's voice, it was very soft, slow, and ethereal, like an unconscious murmur trapped in a dream: "I have no memory of the bedtime story."

Sheng Xingran was stunned.He only felt that he really drank too much, and knowing that Lin Xu was a little drunk, he kept poking at his thoughts without opening any pot.

It's just that he hasn't said any redeeming words, Lin Xu smiled meaninglessly: "Now it's good to be able to tell Zai Zai bedtime stories. But this book is quite meaningful, you should take it home and collect it." Alright, tomorrow I will let Zai Zai choose some bedtime stories, and I will tell him when he lives in my house."

Sheng Xingran felt distressed by the seemingly understated smile at the corner of Lin Xu's mouth.He took "Good Night, Child" and walked up to Lin Xu: "I can tell you a bedtime story. My lines are pretty good."

"You tell me?" Lin Xu's eyes flashed with confusion, and he shook his head with a light smile, "No need."

"Don't refuse." Sheng Xingran got very close, but Lin Xu didn't retreat subconsciously.His, Sheng Xingran's, faint alcoholism entangled in the air, blurring his consciousness.

"I want to tell you." Sheng Xingran grabbed Lin Xu's wrist and led him to the bedroom.

Sheng Xingran was drunk.Lin Xu thought.

The strength of the hand holding his wrist was moderate, which didn't make him uncomfortable, but it also meant that he couldn't break free.

I was also drunk.Lin Xu thought.

That's why she followed Sheng Xingran into the bedroom.

Even though Lin Xu usually hides himself very well, in a private place like the bedroom, the details of the owner will always reveal the most secret qualities of the owner.

Lin Xu's bedroom is not big, and the bed is not too big. Contrary to Sheng Xingran's expectations, it is only a 1.2-meter single bed.Sheng Xingran recalled his setting when he played the role: people who feel insecure will especially like small and compact spaces.

Next to the two bedside tables in the bedroom, there are two similar suspended lamps, emitting a faint warm yellow light.

Lin Fenglai also bought such a lamp, which is specially designed for people who do not turn off the light while sleeping. It has a unique scientific principle and will not affect the secretion of melatonin.

People who are afraid of the dark lack a sense of security.

Sheng Xingran felt sore, and turned his gaze from the floating light to Lin Xu's cheeks that looked even paler under the warm yellow light, and asked softly, "Are you the type who doesn't blush when you're drunk?"

Lin Xu nodded slightly.The feeling of alcohol was magnified under the warm yellow light, and he felt that his brain and nerves had been soaked and mushy by the wine.

Or maybe this is his hallucination after drunk, otherwise how could Sheng Xingran enter his bedroom and sit beside him on the edge of the bed?

Sheng Xingran raised his hand and lifted the thin blanket on the bed: "Lie down, I'll tell you a bedtime story."

"I... have a little sleep disturbance."

"It's okay, I told you a good bedtime story, and I promise to let you fall asleep smoothly." Sheng Xingran assured in a low voice.

Seeing that Lin Xu hesitated, he added softly, "I'll go home when you fall asleep. I won't turn off the lights, don't worry."

Sheng Xingran's voice was also soaked soft and warm by the alcohol, and with the warm yellow light, it filled the small bedroom and Lin Xu's heart.

Seeing this tenderness, Lin Xu lay down obediently.

Sheng Xingran opened the book, and flicked his finger over the contents: "What story do you want to hear? How about the little tiger and the little lion?"

"... Whatever..." Lin Xu gave up and turned his gaze away.Just treat this tenderness as a luxurious and illusory dream.

"Okay, I'm going to tell Lin Xiaoxu the story of the little tiger and the little lion." Sheng Xingran stretched out his hand, gently covered Lin Xu's forehead, and stroked down, covering Lin Xu's forehead. Eyes, "Xu Xu, please close your eyes."

The hands covering the eyelids have a warm temperature and a slight aroma of wine.

Lin Xu suddenly pushed Sheng Xingran's hand away, sat up abruptly, and covered his ears with his hands: "I don't want to hear it, so stop talking."

"No." Sheng Xingran pulled away Lin Xu's hand covering his ears very lightly and carefully, but he could not refuse.In order to suppress Lin Xu's struggle, he embraced Lin Xu with his hands, forming a hugging posture, and wrapped Lin Xu in his arms, "I'm drunk. Drunk people always do some very stubborn things, such as telling stories. "

Lin Xu's bloodless face became hot and red in Sheng Xingran's arms, and he couldn't earn Sheng Xingran's embrace.

After a few seconds, or even a few minutes, Lin Xu, who lost his sense of reality, gave up struggling.

He said softly: "Sheng Xingran, let me go."

"Yes. Listen to the story obediently, and I will let you sleep obediently." Sheng Xingran's voice was also very soft, not like negotiating conditions, but whispering.

Lin Xu fell asleep quickly.

Before Sheng Xingran finished reading two pages, he had already entered a deep sleep with even breathing.

After closing the book, Sheng Xingran quietly looked at Lin Xu's cheeks which rose and fell gently with his breathing.

Lin Xu's expression after falling asleep was beyond Sheng Xingran's imagination.It is completely different from the usual forest sequence that seems to be easy to handle, but when you get close, you will find that it is always tense.

It was in the dream that he had room to forget.

Sheng Xingran stretched out his hand, and gently brushed away the broken hair on Lin Xu's forehead.For the first time, he felt that wine was not a bad thing.

At least tonight, he can drink and commit murder.And Lin Xu also let go of the restraints on him and himself through the drunkenness, and returned to the child who had bedtime stories and was cared for before the age of six.

"What opportunity do you want?" His finger walked up to Lin Xu's cheek, and he stroked it lightly. The words Lin Xu asked not long ago fell in Sheng Xingran's heart again.

The opportunity he wanted was right here, this person.He wanted to be able to accompany Lin Xu, he wanted to be able to relax because of his presence when Lin Xu was tense, he wanted to get into that wall.

But he was really overwhelmed.Being together of the same sex, his and Lin Xu's, society, family, reputation, status, all the problems and changes that need to be faced are all completely unfamiliar subjects for Sheng Xingran.

He is not worried about losing his reputation and status, but Sheng Xingran is still not clear about how to plan and think about this future, whether it will affect Lin Xu or even hurt him.

Sheng Xingran, who had always planned all his choices and actions with ease, fell into an unfamiliar chaos when his heart fluttered for the first time.

Covering the thin blanket carefully, Sheng Xingran stood up and walked out of the bedroom. Three minutes later, he came in with a glass of honey water that he had prepared.

Putting the honey water on the bedside table within Lin Xu's reach, and staring quietly at Lin Xu's peaceful sleeping face for a while, Sheng Xingran turned and walked towards the bedroom door.

When his fingers touched the bedroom door, he paused.

Then he turned around quickly and approached the bed.

Finally, she bent down and pressed a soft kiss on the forehead of the sleeping man.

Close to Lin Xu's ear, Sheng Xingran whispered, "Good night, Lin Xiaoxu."