withered lover

The morning sun shines into the bedroom, and the biological clock wakes Du Zhinian from his sleep.

He opened his eyes, slumped on the side of the bed with hangover pain and exhaustion, and let his head go blank.

Last night Du Zhinian dreamed about Shen Guiwan, dreaming that he smiled at a strange man and followed him home.

In the dream, Shen Guiwan was lying on his bed in his pajamas, leaning against his arms and whispering, and he even answered a few words in nonsense.

What a shitty dream, Du Zhinian sat up irritably, his hand propped on the bed touched a warm object.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw that the quilt beside him had bulged into a small bag, and the person curled up in the quilt was completely wrapped up, with only half of his face exposed.

Looking at the familiar eyebrows, Du Zhinian recognized that it was Shen Guiwan.

It turned out that Shen Guiwan really followed him home last night because he was dreaming after drinking too much.

Du Zhinian rested his forehead and recalled his actions last night, after a while he lifted the quilt from Shen Guiwan's body, turned over and pressed on it.

Shen Guiwan was awakened by a chill in his sleep, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he met Du Zhinian who was on his body.

"Are you awake?" Du Zhinian lifted up his pajamas, put his hands on his slender waist, and slowly touched his ribs.

The pajamas were piled up on his chest, Shen Guiwan looked straight at Du Zhinian who was full of ambiguous smiles, raised his arms when he was biting his earlobe, lightly hooked his neck, and pressed his chest against it.

The winter morning light shone on the glass, refracting a scorching light, and forming an irregular patch of light on the dark bed sheet.

Shen Guiwan hugged Du Zhinian's shoulders, the refracted sunlight fell on his dark pupils, causing him to squint his eyes.

The tears swirling in the eye sockets blurred his vision, and then fell down in the violent bumps and shakes. The tears hit the bed sheet, dizzy with spots of water marks.

Shen Guiwan sat on Du Zhinian's lap, leaning crookedly against his body, a pair of butterfly bones arched on his white back.

The pair of skeletons wrapped in thin skin are like the wings of a butterfly about to burst into a chrysalis, gleaming under the cold refracted light.

After one round, Shen Guiwan's back was covered with red marks.

Du Zhinian kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and carried him to the bathroom.

Hot water poured from the top of the head and flowed down the arc of the back. The whole bathroom was filled with steam, and the air was hot and humid.

Shen Guiwan was pressed against the wall by Du Zhinian, with one leg hanging in Du Zhinian's arm.

He almost lost his balance, and his whole body was hung on Du Zhinian's body, his waist and abdomen were tightly contracted, and the muscles on the inner thighs stretched out beautiful and smooth lines.

The sound of water overwhelms everything, and all the ambiguity and charm are sealed in the small bathroom.

It was not until the hot water was exhausted that Shen Guiwan was carried back to bed by Du Zhinian.

His whole body was sore and weak, his skin was flushed red from the hot water, and his tentacles were even more astonishingly hot.

Continuing to consume a lot of physical strength, Shen Guiwan only had sporadic broken consciousness left. He felt Du Zhinian's hand around his waist again, and pressed Du Zhinian's hand in a panic.

"...so tired." His voice was hoarse after indulgence, his eyes were distracted, and his thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Du Zhinian's self-esteem was satisfied by Shen Guiwan's soft show of weakness, and he let go of his tired lover with a good temper, "Don't do it, go to sleep."

He pulled the quilt over Shen Guiwan's body, put on his clothes with his gloves, and went to tidy up the messy bathroom.

Shen Guiwan was tossed so hard that he slept until the afternoon and was dragged out of his sleep by hunger.

He rubbed his sore waist and turned over. Du Zhinian, who was sitting by the bed reading a book, heard the movement, put down the book in his hand and leaned over.

Du Zhinian helped Shen Guiwan to sit up, and passed the cup on the bedside table, "Drink some water first, are you hungry?"

Shen Guiwan nodded, and took a sip from the steaming cup.

Du Zhinian waited for him to finish drinking half a glass of water, and then went outside to fiddle for a while, Shen Guiwan heard a "ding" sound outside, and Du Zhinian came back not long after, holding a ceramic bowl in his hand.

He took the cup from Shen Guiwan's hand, and stuffed the ceramic bowl into it, "Put the cushion first."

There was shredded chicken porridge in a ceramic bowl, steaming after heating, Shen Guiwan scooped up a spoonful and blew on it, waiting for the steam to dissipate before putting it into his mouth.

The shredded chicken porridge tasted very light, but it had no fishy smell, and Shen Guiwan finished it quickly.

The hungry stomach was filled, and the tiredness of the body was relieved a lot. Shen Guiwan put down the bowl, and rubbed his fingers back and forth on the joints that were scalded by the residual heat from the bottom of the bowl, "I'm going back."

Du Zhinian, who was sitting by the bed, was startled, and asked incredulously, "Aren't you going to stay?"

"Shen Lu even pushed you to the man's bed in a frenzy, what are you going back to that kind of place?" He unconsciously raised the volume, completely breaking the previous romantic and warm atmosphere of the bedroom.

Shen Guiwan lowered his head and whispered: "If you don't go back, you will be in trouble."

trouble?

Du Zhinian felt that Shen Guiwan either broke his brain before or had some tendency to be abused, so he would always run to that devil's lair, and even made up ridiculous reasons to deceive himself.

Thinking of this, his tone became a little colder: "What trouble—"

"If I go back, Shen Lu thinks you and I are just a one-night stand, and won't investigate who you are." Shen Guiwan interrupted him, "But if I don't go back, when Shen Lu finds here, then you can Is it okay?"

It snowed yesterday, and the ribs that had been broken before were aching again. The pain was so painful that Shen Guiwan had to curl up and sleep.

He always remembered the pain that pierced the flesh and lungs when the rib was broken, like a blood hole opened in the heart, the blood kept rushing out, and the cold and pain crazily occupied the place that belonged to the heart.

Shen Guiwan didn't want to experience that feeling of dying again.

Du Zhinian looked at Shen Guiwan, the absurdity and astonishment on his face were intertwined, forming a very strange expression.

"Shen Guiwan, are you..." He paused for a few seconds before continuing: "Have you been found?"

The vague questions were like the last fig leaf covering the bloody past. Du Zhinian vaguely guessed the origin of the scar on Shen Guiwan's chest, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Shen Guiwan raised his head and looked at him with clean and bright eyes, but Du Zhinian read something else from it.

Du Zhinian let out a long sigh, and watched Shen Guiwan helplessly change his clothes.

Shen Guiwan changed his clothes, reached for the phone in his pocket, and suddenly turned his head to look at Du Zhinian.

"What's wrong?" Du Zhinian asked.

"Can you... lend me some money?" Shen Guiwan showed a bewildered and embarrassed look on his face.

Du Zhinian was stunned for a few seconds, and then asked a startled question: "...what?"

Shen Guiwan stared down at the floor, "The battery is dead."

This situation was completely beyond Du Zhinian's expectations. He rubbed the back of his head, looked around the bedroom for a while, and took out his wallet from the bedside table.

He stuffed all the banknotes inside into Shen Guiwan's hand, "There's only so much cash, it's not enough for me to get it."

"No need." Shen Guiwan tightened his fingers and held the stack of banknotes in his hand, "Thank you."

Looking at his appearance, Du Zhinian had mixed feelings in his heart.

After sending Shen Guiwan to the door, Du Zhinian leaned on the door frame, hesitated for a while, and suddenly called to the person who was changing shoes: "Shen Guiwan."

"Do you really not care what kind of life you live?"

Du Zhinian's voice echoed in the hallway, and Shen Guiwan's eyes seemed to flash a light. Du Zhinian wanted to take a closer look, but was blocked by his lowering his head.

Shen Guiwan looked at his toes and murmured: "It's useless to care."

Caring about not being able to bring the dead back to life, and not letting the scum get retribution, is useless except to increase the pain.

So he never thought about his situation, didn't want to change, but silently endured the pain his mother had experienced.

But Du Zhinian asked unwillingly: "You can change these, why not?"

"I can't do it." Shen Guiwan twitched the corner of his mouth at him, it was probably a smile, but Du Zhinian couldn't tell.

After a long silence, Shen Guiwan turned around first, and opened the door of the apartment.

The wind poured into the room, taking away the only warmth on his body.

Shen Guiwan's body trembled slightly, but the moment he was about to step out of the apartment, Du Zhinian held his hand.

"If you have nothing to do next week, do you want to go to the movies together?" Du Zhinian asked slowly.

The wrist was pulled, but the person who made the shot didn't use much force, and he let go with a light struggle.

However, Shen Guiwan did not do this.

He held Du Zhinian's wrist with his backhand, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Shen Guiwan's answer made Du Zhinian finally have a slight smile on his face, and he carefully reminded him, "Remember to tell me when you get home."

"En." Shen Guiwan replied, but did not leave immediately.

He stood in front of the door, watching calmly like a silent invitation, Du Zhinian rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and kissed Shen Guiwan's pale lips when the wind closed the door.

This is a kiss before parting, neither passionate nor lingering, the lips are full of bitterness.

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