time is late

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Cheng Xun rubbed his eyes in a daze, the back of his hand was covered with tears and eyelashes, his distracted thoughts finally came back, he gently pushed Lu Xingshu's shoulder.

There was a little safe distance between the two of them.

"But I never said it, why would you know..." Cheng Xun pursed his lips and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

Lu Xingshu was silent for a while, and said, "Jiang Yisheng has come to look for me."

Cheng Xun turned his head sideways, his slightly moist lips curved slightly, looking light and affectionate.

"I came to see you after I recovered from my illness..." After a while, Cheng Xun said stubbornly.

Unfortunately not convincing.

Cheng Xun noticed that Lu Xingshu was looking at him with downcast eyes, his eyes were indifferent, as if he didn't believe what he just said.

But I really had a good treatment at that time. It was the doctor. Eason who said that he had improved a lot before he was discharged from the hospital... Although the doctor's suggestion at the time was to recuperate for a while.

Cheng Xun didn't want to wait any longer.

For him, the kidney that was taken away was the origin of all tragedies, and the money, during the long treatment time, seemed to be a panacea that could change the past.

The doctor said that this was his strange delusion, but Cheng Xun didn't want to believe it.

Too paranoid, too stubborn.

Obviously at work, except for the quiet silence and occasional social terror, Cheng Xun seemed to be recovering quite well.

Helplessly, when he faced the wounded relationship between himself and Lu Xingshu, those unhealed parts always affected his emotions.

Cheng Xun suddenly felt that the sadness, sourness and boredom in his heart were slowly dissipating...

It turns out that the misunderstanding is so good.

Lu Xingshu looked at Cheng Xun who was changing his expression all by himself, and felt more and more that he was so fragile that he would shatter at the first touch.

He stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, put his face on Cheng Xun's slender, fair neck, and slowly pressed down on Cheng Xun's waist.

"It hurts." Lu Xingshu's voice was muffled, his lips pressed against the white neck of the person in his arms, and even the temperature of his breathing was clear.

Cheng Xun frowned, as if he was really thinking hard.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt...the operation was anesthetized."

Suddenly, he felt some moisture on the back of his neck. Cheng Xun turned his face to the side to see Lu Xingshu's face, but he hugged him too tightly.

"Lu Xingshu..." Cheng Xun's beautiful round eyes were still moist, and he suddenly realized something, bit his lower lip lightly, and even his voice trembled, "Don't cry."

"I won't cry anymore...don't you cry too, okay?" Cheng Xun's tone gradually softened, as if begging.

In this vortex, they are all losers.

One is sick, the other is a blind heart disease...

"I'm sorry." Lu Xingshu's narrow and beautiful eyes seemed to be a little red, with drooping eyes and gentle arcs.

Cheng Xun panicked and covered his mouth with his hand, his brows were slightly frowned, and innocent innocence flowed on his delicate face: "Don't apologize...you just said, don't apologize for no reason."

Lu Xingshu couldn't help but laugh.

Until his stomach growled because of hunger, Cheng Xun froze for a moment and blushed for a moment.

The sky outside the window was completely dark, so it turned out that they had hugged each other for so long...

But it seems that it is still not enough, and I want to make up for what I have lacked in these years.

Cheng Xun looked into Lu Xingshu's eyes calmly, and whispered pitifully, "I'm hungry."

"Shall I cook for you?" He added again.

Lu Xingshu stroked his hair with his hand, rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips, and smiled, "You've come to my house, shouldn't I cook for you?"

"But you can't..." Cheng Xun almost blurted out, and his expression went blank for a moment after he finished speaking. Too many things have happened in these years, and even the things he was sure of before have become uncertain.

"Okay." Lu Xingshu turned his face and kissed his eyelids, and said warmly, "A little bit."

During those difficult years, he always had to learn a lot, whether active or passive.

During the part-time job, he also learned a lot of cooking skills. The taste may not be guaranteed, but he can't die from it.

Of course, Lu Xingshu is also good at cooking, simple tomato and egg noodles.

The chewy noodles have been soaked in water, the tomatoes are sliced ​​into thin slices, and the eggs are fried golden and plump.

Not only that, he also made the croquettes that Cheng Xun had made for him and his grandma many times before, with a little tomato sauce.

Cheng Xun was really hungry. He even finished the soup, and his belly was bulging.

His decadent Ge You slumped and rubbed his stomach by the way, looking like a satiated foodie.

"Let me wash the dishes..." Cheng Xun couldn't help raising his hands to do the work again.

Lu Xingshu shook his head and refused. Anyway, it is very convenient to clean after stuffing it into the dishwasher.

Like a little quail, Cheng Xun walked behind Lu Xingshu and digested food.

The phone vibrated countless times, maybe it was his brother's call, maybe it was someone else, he didn't want to answer it at all.

He wanted to stick his eyes on Lu Xingshu.

Today is like a perfect dream, even if it is false, it doesn't matter, even if it is your own fantasy.

Cheng Xun laughed unconsciously, and the water vapor gathered in his eyes again.

"I should go..." Cheng Xun looked at Lu Xingshu's back and suddenly said.

Lu Xingshu paused for a moment, and immediately turned to look at Cheng Xun, with clear inquiry in his eyes.

"Why are you leaving?" He asked with a smile.

"It's late, you have to rest." Cheng Xun tilted his head, pinching his thin white fingers subconsciously, "I'm going home too..."

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly smiled softly: "I hope tomorrow's dream can be as beautiful as this."

Lu Xingshu's face changed instantly, his heart was sour and distressed like a needle point.

He didn't speak, he took a step forward and hugged him into his arms, the warm body temperature, the temperature of the skin, everything was real, not a dream.

"You're not allowed to go." Lu Xingshu changed his tone into an imperative tone, "I'm not allowed."

Cheng Xun was obediently held in his arms, greedily grabbing his breath.

"But I have to go to work tomorrow..."

Lu Xingshu laughed, and realized that he was the silliest being serious with the patient.

"I'll ask the driver to take you to work."

Cheng Xun pursed his lips, as if he still wanted to say but... But in the end he answered "Yes" sullenly.

The bath agent is the orange blossom scent that Lu Xingshu likes, and Cheng Xun submerged his body in the warm water.

The little yellow duck floated up and down in the water, Cheng Xun pressed it into the water and then let go, like a child.

The pajamas were also newly bought by Lu Xingshu. The size was obviously suitable for Cheng Xun, but it was still a little empty on him.

He has lost too much weight in recent years.

Cheng Xun came out of the bathroom hesitantly, his fair skin turned crimson from the steam, and the back of his neck that was exposed looked fragile and easy to pinch.

He subconsciously wanted to go to the guest room, but Lu Xingshu's house was so big, he didn't want to open the door rashly.

Lu Xingshu was sitting in the study at this time, and there were things Jiang Yisheng gave him on the table. He took Cheng Xun's case and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't even notice that Cheng Xun appeared at the door.

"Can I sleep in the guest room at night..." Cheng Xun's voice was weak and full of inquiries.

Lu Xingshu raised his eyes in panic, and the indifference on his face was swept away, as if there was a helpless smile on his face.

"No." He said so.

Cheng Xun slowly opened his eyes, the expression on his face became a little unbelievable, and his slightly parted lips were hesitant to speak.

The next moment, he wrinkled his face aggrievedly: "But I don't want to sleep on the sofa."

"I'm going home..." Cheng Xun muttered in a low voice, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.

But before he took a few steps forward, he was hugged by Lu Xingshu who was chasing him from behind.

Without any explanation, he picked him up horizontally, then turned and walked towards the master bedroom.

At the moment of weightlessness, Cheng Xun frantically looked for something to hold on to, and accidentally pulled Lu Xingshu's shirt.

With a hiss, two buttons of the expensive shirt were torn off.

Thin white fingertips touched his collarbone, Cheng Xun was in a daze, and did not withdraw his hand in panic until he was placed on the bed.

"I'm sorry..." Cheng Xun subconsciously apologized again, but this time there was a reason, "I ruined your clothes..."

Lu Xingshu looked down at him, and his voice suddenly became a little loose: "Then what should I do?"

"I will lose money." Cheng Xun didn't want to renege on the debt, but he didn't expect to turn around and get around the money again. He pinched his fingers and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"No money." Lu Xingshu suddenly raised his hand to pinch Cheng Xun's pitiful cheek, "Let's live here as a debt payment."

Cheng Xun: "...?"

A figure lay flat on the huge double bed. Cheng Xun rolled up the quilt, his face was flushed red, and he was struggling to digest what Lu Xingshu had just whispered in his ear.

And a little annoyed by his current behavior, as if confirming his request, dutifully playing the role of warming the bed...

Stop thinking about it.

Cheng Xun bit his lip hard, trying to suppress the hesitation in his heart.

Don't get sick again.

After Lu Xingshu took a shower, it seemed that the air in the room was saturated with a little bit of water vapor.

The lights in the room dimmed, leaving only a faint warm yellow bedside lamp by the bed.

He leaned into Cheng Xun's ear and whispered good night, then kissed the snow-white earlobe.

In the dark, Cheng Xun bit his fingertips.

It's all real...not a dream.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and Lu Xingshu forgave him...but he always felt as if he had forgotten something.

what is it then?

Cheng Xun knocked on his head slightly, but he didn't expect to be embraced by Lu Xingshu the next moment.

Hands and feet pressed against each other, as if they were about to be rubbed into their arms.

Cheng Xun greedily buried his face in his arms, and it took a long while before he remembered what he had missed.

His voice was muffled, but his words were a little slow.

"Lu Xingshu, are we reconciled now...?"

Lu Xingshu gave a low laugh helplessly, and responded with a long and gentle kiss.

"Hmm..." Cheng Xun's cheeks were completely red in the darkness, but his eyes were bright, "Does it count as a private relationship?"

Lu Xingshu: "...?"

The author says:

Xiao Cheng: Soaked to my fate