hold that vampire

All the ambiguous pictures stopped abruptly the moment he opened his eyes.

Pei Yun was lying on the bed, breathing rapidly and staring at the ceiling, feeling hot all over, unable to recover for a long time.

After a while, the blood gradually warmed up.

The sense of touch from the dream gradually disappeared from his body, he closed his eyes in a collapse, bent his legs and curled himself up into a ball under the quilt.

gosh...

What is he dreaming about!

That reaction didn't go away, Pei Yun couldn't help being irritable, and stretched out his hand to vent his anger and pressed it down——

A face deformed in an instant, and he almost cried on the spot.

"knock!"

Grinning his teeth, he lifted the blanket, jumped all the way into the bathroom, and stayed there for half an hour. When he came out again, his steps were sloppy, and he doubted life in a trance.

dong dong dong.

Someone is knocking on the door.

No, it was knocking on the door, the rhythm was messy, there was no manners at all, and he didn't think of anything except Zhou Tong.

Pei Yun shook his head and exhaled, walked over and opened the door.

"Why?" He stared at Zhou Tong condescendingly, with a very bad tone.

Zhou Tong yelled: "Who made you angry, you were so irritable early in the morning, you swallowed explosives in your dream?"

At this moment, mentioning dreaming is tantamount to stepping on Pei Yunlei's point.

He gritted his teeth and exploded even more: "That's it! Yes! You! The film of a stinky girl, disturbing people's dreams early in the morning, you don't sleep and others don't sleep? It's annoying to death."

Zhou Tong: "It's 10:30, my brother."

"So what, how long do I like to sleep on my weekends, you care about me?" Pei Yun rolled his eyes: "Tell me something, don't waste my precious time."

Zhou Tong giggled: "I have something to do."

Pei Yun's tone was not kind: "Let go."

Zhou Tong said: "My aunt grows shallots in the garden, and I want to play too, but the clothes I bring are not convenient. I just wanted to borrow a T-shirt from my uncle when I saw him wake up."

"Oh."

Pei Yun leaned against the door and yawned: "You can borrow it if you want, what's none of my business?"

Zhou Tong blinked: "But my little uncle said that those clothes belong to you, and you can borrow them if you agree."

Pei Yun yawned and was pressed to pause.

After a while, he closed his mouth a little stiffly, glanced at the next door, and said uncomfortably, "Did he say that?"

Zhou Tong nodded and smiled: "Yes."

Pei Yun let out a dry cry.

Zhou Tong was curious: "Did you buy those clothes for my little uncle? Why do you say they are all yours?"

Pei Yun couldn't answer, so she threatened her without arrogance: "Kids, stay out of your own business!"

"Okay." Zhou Tong smacked her lips: "So do you agree?"

Pei Yun curled her fingers and wanted to rub her palms, but she accidentally rubbed the ring again, and her voice faltered: "As you like, you can borrow it if you like."

"okay!"

Zhou Tong happily turned around and was about to knock on the door next door, but Pei Yun stopped him two steps later: "Hey! Wait!"

Zhou Tong turned around: "Huh?"

Pei Yun scratched the back of her head awkwardly: "Forget it, don't bother little uncle, I also have a T-shirt, I'll lend it to you."

Zhou Tong: "Little uncle has such a good temper, so he won't find me annoying."

"I think you're annoying, okay?"

Pei Yun said firmly: "Just treat it as my repentance and disagreement. Anyway, if you want to wear it, you can only wear mine. Do you want it or not?"

After speaking, he turned around and strode into the room.

Zhou Tong stood on the spot, looking at the direction where her cousin disappeared, and couldn't help shaking her head twice with emotion: "Men's minds are really fickle, and I don't know which girl will get used to you in the future~"

In the end, Zhou Tong went to the garden to build it in his clothes.

In order not to leave time for his brain to speculate, Pei Yun hurriedly ate breakfast and followed him to the back garden, picked up a handful of green onions and planted them diligently.

"How can you be like this?"

Zhou Tong couldn't bear to see him talking nonsense: "Look at me, if you want to do this, first use a small pry to loosen the soil, then insert the onion seeds, don't bury them all, they have to be sharp, and finally sprinkle them with green onion seeds." A layer of fine soil, have you learned it?"

Pei Siyue: "Take good care of your sister, I only bought this little, so don't spoil me."

"It won't be long before it grows, why do you care if the posture is right when planting?"

Pei Yun muttered, but resigned to his fate and planted it again according to Zhou Tong's instructions.

It was just that he thought it was too troublesome for the small pry, so he simply threw away digging with his bare hands. After a while, his hands were covered with mud.

As the morning passed, Wen Xingchuan came over and asked them to eat.

"Let's play again in the afternoon, Tongtong, Xiaoyun, go wash your hands and eat."

"coming."

Zhou Tong put down the skid, followed Pei Yun and squeezed into the bathroom on the ground floor.

Pei Yun convinced her: "Why don't you go to the kitchen to wash, you insist on squeezing me."

Zhou Tong: "My hands are clean, just wash it and it will be fine, and it won't waste your time."

She turned on the faucet, and as expected, she rubbed it casually twice, but after washing it was unruly, a drop of water accidentally splashed into Pei Yun's eyes when she shook her hand.

"..."

I really wonder what happened to her muddy face.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry hahahaha"

Zhou Tong smiled while apologizing, seeing Pei Yun wanting to rub his hands, he quickly grabbed him: "Don't, don't, your hands are full of mud, don't touch your eyes."

She took out a piece of toilet paper from the side and wanted to wipe it for him, but before she got close, the paper was taken away halfway, and Lu Que came behind them at some point: "Let me do it."

"Hey!"

Zhou Tong replied crisply: "Then I'll leave it to you, little uncle, remember to watch him wash his hands, I'll go out first."

"Ah."

Zhou Tong jumped out, out of habit, and closed the door for them.

Lu Que lifted Pei Yun's chin and helped him wipe off the water stains on his eyes: "Open your eyes and try, is it still uncomfortable?"

Pei Yun opened it tentatively, then blinked a few times quickly: "Okay, it's not uncomfortable anymore."

Lu Que rolled up the paper and threw it into the trash can.

Pei Yun blinked twice more habitually, and reached out to turn on the faucet.

As soon as his hand was placed under the water, another hand stretched out from the side to cover the back of his hand, and the palm one size bigger than his easily held his.

Pei Yun choked for breath.

The bathroom, the sink, the overlapping hands, the sound of rushing water...

Everything in front of my eyes coincided strangely with my dream.

Everything in the dream came to mind again.

Pei Yun felt the gradually thinning and warming air around him, his back was stiff, his hands were no longer under the control of his brain, and he had no strength to withdraw them.

Lu Que's movements were unhurried, gentle, meticulous, and patient.

After washing off the mud on the back and palm of his hand, he carefully squeezed his fingers into the gap between his fingers, the palm of his hand pressed against the back of his hand, intimate.

It was just a cleansing action, but it seemed like sparks were ignited and fell on Pei Yun's heart.

Lu Que didn't use any strength. He felt like being imprisoned and restrained. He felt weak from the heel of his palm to his fingertips, and he couldn't use any strength.

He raised his eyes quietly and looked at Lu Que from the mirror.

He still has the same cold and indifferent appearance, with a chiseled silhouette, facial features that are outstanding enough to make people immerse themselves at a glance, his eyelids are drooping, and his expression is serious and focused, as if he is treating a biological experiment.

Pei Yun looked down and stopped on his lips for a long time.

The lines are still extremely beautiful, and the slightly protruding bead on the upper lip has softened some of the indifference, making it look softer and more suitable for...kissing.

If the dream is not wrong, it will be very comfortable to be kissed by such lips, and so is to hold it.

It is soft to the touch, like a switch, as long as you rub it twice, you will be kissed deeper...

"Xiao Yun, Xiao Que, are you ready?"

Wen Xingchuan's voice came from the living room, and Pei Yun withdrew his hand like a frightened bird as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He stood at a loss for two seconds, then wiped his hands dry indiscriminately: "Okay, okay, cleaned up, I'm going out to eat!"

After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom quickly, not daring to look at Lu Que again.

The meal was tasteless, Pei Yun's mind was in a mess, he was absent-minded, and he didn't taste any of the dishes on the table.

However, Ms. Pei seemed to think that he was not messy enough, and she carried which pot was not opened.

"Xiao Que, the girl I mentioned to you happened to be here today to talk about work with a client. Do you want to make an appointment to have dinner after the end?"

"Don't worry, my sister introduced you after careful consideration. That girl is really nice. She is the daughter of my high school classmate. She graduated from a prestigious university. She is 1.7 meters tall. She is sweet and cute, and has a very good personality."

"You don't know many girls now. If you meet them, what if they are suitable? Take a step back and say that even if they are really inappropriate, it can be regarded as making friends—"

"no!"

An abrupt rebuttal made everyone focus on Pei Yun.

However, as soon as someone finished being impulsive, most of his momentum lost.

He lowered his head and clenched his chopsticks tightly, repeating like a mosquito: "Anyway, I don't think so."

Lu Que looked at him quietly.

Pei Siyue raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why not? Letting your little uncle go is not letting you go."

Zhou Tong said happily, "Don't tell me you want to cut off your beard?"

Pei Yun was restless and made up an excuse: "Because he doesn't have time in the afternoon, and there is something wrong with my thesis, he has to help me look at it."

Pei Siyue: "You still have two days left on vacation, why are you in a hurry to delay your little uncle's business?"

Pei Yun insisted: "A blind date is a business, why is my thesis not a business?"

"Of course it's business, I just want to say that there is no rush."

Pei Siyue looked at her son with suspicion, "Xiaoyun, why do you feel weird when you come back this time, is there something wrong?"

"..."

Being stared at by four pairs of eyes, Pei Yun felt inexplicably seen through.

"No."

Continuing to keep it was like sitting on pins and needles, so he simply put down his chopsticks and stood up: "I'm full, I'm going back to my room to revise my thesis."

Pei Siyue watched his back disappear at the top of the stairs, and nodded her chin with the tip of her chopsticks: "Huh? What's the matter? It's weird, our little boy finally has troubles?"

Zhou Tong: "Could it be that you've broken up in love?"

"I gonna go see."

Wen Xingchuan was worried and made a gesture to get up.

Lu Que on the side put down the bowl and chopsticks, and stood up before him: "Brother-in-law, let me go."

Seeing this, Pei Siyue hurriedly said: "Then the blind date is still going?"

"No." Lu Que said: "Xiaoyun's thesis is more important, let's talk about the rest when I have a chance later."

Going upstairs to the door of Pei Yun's room, he knocked, but the people inside didn't respond, and the half-hidden door opened slightly under force.

He pushed the door open, then closed the door behind him.

Pei Yun was lying on the table with her head buried in her arms, not sure if she was sleeping or in a daze.

He walked all the way to the table, and the person lying on his stomach finally responded.

As if he had just noticed someone coming in, he raised his head in surprise and saw who it was, then turned his arms back and looked at him with his head sideways.

Listless, I don't know what troubles are hiding in my heart.

Lu Que looked at him quietly for a while, bent slightly to lean on the edge of the table, touched his cheek with one hand, and asked him in a low voice: "What's the matter, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"A little bit." Pei Yun answered truthfully.

Lu Que frowned: "What's wrong? Dizziness?"

Pei Yun didn't answer his question obediently this time, but asked in a muffled voice: "Little uncle, are you really going to see that girl?"

There seems to be a crack in the dam that holds back emotions.

After he asked this sentence, his eyes began to sore and swell uncontrollably.

He blinked a few times quickly, trying to dispel the soreness, the corners of his eyes were brushed by the soft and warm fingertips.

Lu Que lowered his eyes: "Why are you crying?"

Did he cry?

no?

Pei Yun didn't think so.

But when Lu Que said such things to him in such a calm and gentle voice, he couldn't bear it all at once.

Completely collapsed.

Emotions rush out like a flood, what should be, what should not be, what is in line with the rules, and what is not in line with the rules can't be hidden.

He clenched his teeth, held his breath and impulsively hooked his neck and pulled it down forcefully. When Lu Que bent down in cooperation, he raised his head and put his lips close to the side of his neck.

No rejection, no retreat, the hand on his back is the best evidence of connivance.

Pei Yun opened his mouth and pressed his fangs against the skin, pushing out a small depression, but he couldn't bite down.

The corners of his eyes took advantage of the opportunity to soak up a layer of moisture quickly, and he closed his eyes in some collapse.

All right.

Now he couldn't insist that he didn't cry.

It's over.

He really, really fell in love with his little uncle.