If you don't act as a scumbag, you will die

After hearing this sentence, the surprised person was replaced by Xie Xun.

"You said... what?" He even doubted his ears.

It's true that he was worried that the other party would run away, but he wouldn't use such words.

Only then did Cheng Cheng realize that he subconsciously asked what was in his heart because he was worried about the plot of the original novel.

After a while, he heard Xie Xun sigh: "Cheng Cheng, what are you pretending to be in your mind?"

Knowing that there is no way to continue talking about this topic, Cheng Cheng decisively ended the topic: "It's nothing, it's all about the pile of garbage novels that Tian Xin showed me."

Speaking of Tian Xin, Cheng Cheng coughed and changed the subject: "So... how did you find me?"

"You also know, it's the positioning." Xie Xun said simply, "After knowing that you are in City B, I also know that your friend has been there twice in the past few months. At the beginning, he acted too naturally, so I didn't suspect it. , but then I happened to meet him to order books online, I went to try it out, and it came out quickly.”

Cheng Cheng apologized to Tian Xin in his heart, after all it was really painful for him to be caught in the middle.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Xie Xun continue to say: "It's just that I thought you would run farther, but I didn't expect... to come back."

"At that moment, I thought...you would come back to find me." Xie Xun paused, as if smiling, but also as if he didn't, "I finally asked for the address. I didn't expect you to go to such a place. not going home."

"I didn't..." Cheng Cheng also wanted to speak, but he swallowed it when he reached his mouth.

"Why must it take seventeen days?" Xie Xun said to himself, as if thinking of something.

Such an atmosphere made Cheng Cheng a little uncomfortable, but before he could speak, Xie Xun had already stood up: "Then you just came back, go to bed early."

Cheng Cheng was stunned, watching Xie Xun walk to the door, he couldn't help wanting to keep him.

Seeing him stretch out his hand, Xie Xun stopped in his tracks.

Cheng Cheng didn't know what to say again, so he could only raise his head dryly: "Well, so you really don't plan to go out tomorrow?"

"I've almost finished what I should do, so it's okay to take a break." Xie Xun looked at him again, "I don't... have the intention to lock you up, but since you promised me, I don't want to go through it again You suddenly disappeared."

"I won't bother you. These days, if you want to go to the movies, go shopping and watch exhibitions, I can accompany you, or if you don't want to see me, you can call your friends."

Xie Xun put his hand on the doorknob, lowered his head slightly: "Even if you really can't bear it, then give me an accurate word, and I won't bother you."

"But," he opened the door, half of his voice was scattered in the corridor, "don't let the last time happen again."

"Good night."

With the sound of the door, Xie Xun's footsteps gradually moved away.

After he left, Cheng Cheng sat on the bed alone, the surprise, panic, and unknowing steadiness and joy of the whole day weighed on him, but made him no longer sleepy.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came back to dry his hair, he passed the sink and saw the toiletries on top.

Two toothbrushes leaning against each other, next to a lemon-flavored toothpaste.

Cheng Cheng's eyes flickered, he didn't even want to blow his hair, so he found a towel and wiped it off, then returned to the bed.

The large suitcase he brought was still at the door, Cheng Cheng walked over with his lips pursed, carefully laid it flat, and then opened it cautiously.

Now the paintings in this room don't know where they went, but Cheng Cheng has reason to be sure that if Xie Xun handles them, he must not have thrown them away.

He took out the paintings from the box during the past few days. He almost collected all that could be collected, and there were one or two paintings that couldn't fit in and couldn't be taken with him. His original plan was to go back and get them when he was free.

I definitely can't go back now, if I run again, Xie Xun probably...

Cheng Cheng was in a daze, thinking.

He remembered everything Xie Xun said just now, even though he was still puzzled and angry with himself, he still conveyed his thoughts clearly.

The emotions that had been hidden for a long time also turned up uncontrollably.

Cheng Cheng squeezed the frame with some force.

He can't go that far.

He could no longer turn a blind eye.

Xie Xun can no longer show that expression because of the so-called system tasks.

In fact, he knew that when Xie Xun said those words, even though he thought about what the original protagonist would do, he didn't have too many thoughts of fear or panic in his heart.

Just like he was sure that Xie Xun would not throw away his paintings, and that at the old stairs in City B, as long as he gave in, the other party would definitely come to help him. At that moment, he was actually sure that Xie Xun would not do that.

A person who looked so indifferent, but said "do you want to leave him" more than once.

Cheng Cheng closed the box, put the painting hastily into the cabinet, stood at the door and tried to take two deep breaths, just about to open the door, he couldn't help looking in the mirror, and managed to tidy up his messy half-dried hair For a moment, then walked out.

It was a very quiet night. In fact, it was no different from City B.

The past half a year and Xie Xun's reaction just now finally made him think more clearly, Cheng Cheng let out a breath, thinking.

Anyway, there are always loopholes that can be exploited.

Xie Xun came out of the bathroom and hastily wrapped himself in a bath towel.

For him, although he knew that Cheng Cheng had returned two days ago, there were still too many things that happened today.

He sat on the bed and wondered if he shouldn't have said those words, if he should control his emotions when he entered the door...

He covered his face with his palms.

But even if he did it all over again, he couldn't guarantee that he could do better.

Xie Xun sighed, and was about to fetch a glass of water when he heard a hesitant knock on the door.

It is self-evident who is.

Xie Xun thought he had something to say, walked over to open the door with a water glass in hand, and saw Cheng Cheng standing in front of him in a thin nightgown, holding a pillow and a quilt in his hands.

If it weren't for his steady hand, maybe the water would spill out.

Cheng Cheng stood in front of him, his face was still a little red, he took a look at him and then shifted his gaze to an unknown place: "I, I can't sleep."

"Why did you call Uncle Liu and the others away? I couldn't find an aromatherapy lamp to help me sleep." Cheng Cheng said something that was a natural opening remark.

"Do you want me to look for it for you?" Xie Xun put the water glass away and said.

"..." Cheng Cheng almost missed the next sentence, "No need, the main reason is that the quilt is still a bit thin."

Xie Xun's expression was serious: "Then I—"

"And I... the bed I slept on there was a bit too hard. When I come back to sleep on this one, it's too soft. I'm not used to it. I have to cushion it." Cheng Cheng was very satisfied with the reason this time.

So Xie Xun listened, and the expression on his face finally loosened: "I'll go and get you—"

"Xie Xun!" Cheng Cheng couldn't bear it this time, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Cheng Cheng, who had been hit several times in a row, had a bit of embarrassment on his face: "When you get angry, you get angry. Is it necessary to hate me like this?"

In the end, Xie Xun's expression froze for a second: "Then you want to..."

"Squeeze." Cheng Cheng simply didn't look at him this time, and broke in without opening his arms.

"But neither is my bed..." Xie Xun couldn't go all the way to the end, and finally took back the last "hard" word.

"Rang Rang, recommend yourself a pillow seat." Cheng Cheng lowered his head and said, "Would you like it?"

Xie Xun didn't seem to have moved. He didn't know whether to remind Cheng Cheng of the meaning of the word self-recommended pillow mat, or if it was just what he thought.

Cheng Cheng didn't have the nerve to stare at Xie Xun all the time, the muscles on his body were not exaggerated but beautiful enough, so he wrapped a bath towel around his lower body at this moment.

He said in his heart that it was not the right time, but he had no way out, so he just sat on the other person's bed and patted him pretendingly: "Okay, it's harder than mine."

Then throw your own pillow and thin quilt on top.

"Oh, I'm so sleepy." He said he would act until the end, and he also fell on the bed, and when he was lying down, he blinked and looked at Xie Xun, "I'm going to bed first, good night."

The person beside him who didn't understand what he was doing was still standing there.

Cheng Cheng thought it very clearly, but he was still embarrassed to operate it, so he just closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Didn't it mean that the protagonist doesn't like physical contact?Then I have to stick to him.

He didn't dare to stick to Xie Xun before, firstly because half a year was too long, and secondly, now that he ran away and came back again, the two of them had already made an appointment to explain, so he could do his best to disgust the system.

Anyway...

Anyway, no less hugs.

In just a few days, I can always convey a little bit of my own meaning in the past.

Cheng Cheng closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered invisibly, but the sound of his breathing was real.

He waited and waited, and finally heard a very soft sound coming from beside him.

Cheng Cheng seemed to be motionless when he felt the pressure of the mattress, but his heart beat faster.

However, the people around him didn't seem to make any further movements, and even carefully avoided him, trying not to let the two of them have any physical contact.

Forget it, Cheng Cheng thought, at least in this way, the somewhat stiff and awkward relationship between the two of them could be eased.

Thinking of this, he didn't intend to pretend anymore, he really relaxed his mind, and was ready to spend the first night since returning home.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and Cheng Cheng's consciousness had even begun to drift a little. Just before he was about to fall asleep, the people beside him suddenly moved slightly.

The drowsiness dissipated a lot in an instant, Cheng Cheng only felt a hand stretched out cautiously and gently, and carefully embraced himself into a slightly heaving warm chest.

He froze, but didn't move.

It was indeed a bit cold this night, it would be better if the two hugged each other.

He was about to regain sleep, when suddenly he heard the person beside him talking to himself, and opened his mouth in a low voice.

That sentence didn't seem to be said to himself, but rather a kind of self-confession in the dead of night.

Xie Xun said.

"I miss you so much."