he is afraid, he pretends

Wu Luming finally put on Wen Siyuan's pajama pants.

Wen Siyuan found a quilt for Wu Luming, and as soon as ten o'clock arrived, he turned off the lights on time, lay down properly and prepared to fall asleep.

Before going to sleep, he told Wu Luming intimately: "I know that young people seldom go to bed at ten o'clock nowadays. You can play with your mobile phone, and the sound should not be too loud so that it won't affect me."

After speaking, he lay down and closed his eyes.

However, not long after, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Luming again, and made a final addition: "Of course, it's best to go to bed now, and there are many benefits to going to bed early."

The bed in Wen Siyuan's bedroom is a regular big bed, and it doesn't look too crowded to sleep two men.

He gave up the inner side of the bed to Wu Luming.

When he spoke, Wu Luming was sleeping under the quilt at the end of the bed.

Hearing the last sentence, Wu Luming stopped his movements and responded with a smile: "Okay."

The room fell into darkness and silence.

When Wu Luming settled the quilt and lay down, the only sound in the room was the ferocious rain outside the window.

The pajama pants Wen Siyuan gave were really too warm. Wu Luming lay obediently in the quilt for 5 minutes. He was really bored, so he quietly stretched out one leg from the edge of the quilt by the wall... and stretched out another leg. leg.

After finally feeling less stuffy, he let out a long sigh of relief, and then he diverted part of his mind to Wen Siyuan, who was breathing gradually longer beside him.

Wen Siyuan's neatness when sleeping is no less than when he is awake, lying flat on the standard, with his hands folded on the quilt, his breathing is so shallow that people can almost ignore his existence.

Wu Luming listened quietly for ten minutes, seeing that Wen Siyuan's sleeping position and breathing had not changed at all, so he made a little more movement, rolled up the quilt and turned slightly sideways, boldly sizing up the sleeping person beside him.

If Wen Siyuan's looks were to be categorized, they should actually belong to a more aggressive look.

Because of his high nose bridge and thin lips, and relatively deep eyes, when looking at people with no expression on his face, the sense of distance can be pulled to the peak in an instant.

But it is probably because his personality is not too sharp, and he always wears a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses on weekdays. Once he gets familiar with him, he will feel more approachable.

Wu Luming stared at Wen Siyuan for an unknown amount of time, and when he subconsciously wanted to get closer, there was suddenly a bright light outside the window, followed by a very loud thunder that exploded on the flat ground.

The thunder came unexpectedly.

Wen Siyuan's eyelids seemed to move in his sight.

Wu Luming stepped back vigilantly for a moment, but unexpectedly, his back hit the wall all of a sudden, causing him to groan in pain.

Wen Siyuan's confused voice sounded almost at the same time: "What's wrong?"

Wu Luming didn't know the exact degree of Wen Siyuan's myopia, but judging by the thickness of Wen Siyuan's lens, it shouldn't be too low.

Wen Siyuan probably couldn't see clearly at this moment, squinting his eyes and leaning sleepily towards Wu Luming, as if he wanted to see Wu Luming's expression clearly.

He was wearing a long-sleeved pajamas with buttons. The top button was undone, and when he was still, he only exposed his neck. With a slight movement, the second button would barely get stuck under the collarbone.

With the unique fragrance of a man approaching, Wu Luming subconsciously breathed lightly, and quickly said: "It's okay."

The pain behind him was still intense, and even if he didn't listen carefully, he could hear a lot of patience in it.

Wen Siyuan didn't move forward anymore, he seemed to be thinking, after a while he probably came to a conclusion, and asked aloud: "Afraid of thunder?"

Wu Luming was taken aback.

Just as he was about to shake his head, the principle of "everything is terrible" that appeared in the guide that he read in the afternoon suddenly flashed in his mind.

He hesitated for a moment, stopped shaking his head, and nodded instead.

Wen Siyuan received an affirmative reply, raised his hand and rubbed his face, sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, touched the glasses strap on the bedside table, then opened the cabinet, and groped inside.

Soon, he took a pair of earplugs and handed them to Wu Luming: "It should be better to sleep with this, this is new, I haven't used it before."

Wu Luming looked down at the earplugs lying in Wen Siyuan's hands.

Packed in a transparent plastic box, very ordinary black.

He raised his hand to take it, and the moment his hand touched Wen Siyuan's warm palm, his heart seemed to be gently pinched.

Wen Siyuan handed over the earphones, then took off his glasses, turned off the lights and lay down again.

"Go to bed early, and you won't be afraid when you fall asleep."

After he finished speaking, he didn't close his eyes immediately, but looked at Wu Luming quietly.

It wasn't until Wu Luming put on the earplugs and lay down that he turned slightly to his side, raised his hand and patted Wu Luming's quilt twice, then closed his eyes again, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

After Wen Siyuan finished talking about sleeping, he put his hand on Wu Luming's quilt and didn't take it away immediately.

Wu Luming rarely listened to Wen Siyuan's words, and still stared at Wen Siyuan with open eyes.

I don't know how long the room has been quiet, but his voice suddenly rang out: "Is Brother Yuan so kind to all his friends?"

"Okay?" Wen Siyuan probably wasn't asleep, although there was a bit of sleepiness in his voice, he replied quickly, "Is it good for a friend to give you a pair of earplugs?"

Wu Luming stretched his hand huddled under the quilt, lightly shook Wen Siyuan's hand on his quilt, and said jokingly, "You're still coaxing a child."

Wen Siyuan opened his eyes, suddenly smiled lightly, withdrew his hand and yawned: "It's a conditioned reflex."

"Conditioned reflex?"

"Well, when my younger brother and sister were young, when I went home during the winter and summer vacations, I was the one who coaxed them both to sleep."

Wen Siyuan said and looked at Wu Luming: "You are quite similar to them, so I subconsciously treat you as a child."

"Where is it like?"

Wen Siyuan slowly counted them one by one: "Afraid of bugs, afraid of thunder, timid, likes to eat sweets, still not like a child?"

Wu Luming looked back at Wen Siyuan, but didn't respond for a while.

Wen Siyuan didn't seem to have to respond, he yawned again, then lay down back to the original sleeping position, and closed his eyes again.

·

When Wen Siyuan woke up again, he felt something pushing towards his arms.

After being pushed away for a long distance, he finally came to his senses, and opened his eyes in a daze in the darkness.

When he opened his eyes, he was still in a dreamlike trance, thinking he was still in a dream.

After all, he has always slept alone, where did he conjure up something to support him?

Fortunately, after half a minute of waking up, he realized that there was someone else on the bed today.

He reached out to touch the glasses on the bedside table by the moonlight, put them on and lowered his head, and saw Wu Luming's whole body almost curled up into a circle, curled up in his arms.

It really looks like a child, Wen Siyuan thought.

After all, since he was eight years old, he has completely quit all kinds of strange sleeping positions. Even the two little ones in his family have not been very good at waking up at the end of the bed before going to bed in the past two years.

Wen Siyuan turned his head and looked at the space behind him, seeing that he was almost touching the edge of the bed, so he had no choice but to turn around, trying to move Wu Luming and his quilt inside.

However, as soon as he put his hand on the quilt covering Wu Luming's body, he noticed something strange.

Wu Luming was trembling.

Wen Siyuan was taken aback for a moment, then bent over and took a closer look at Wu Luming.

Wu Luming half hugged the quilt, his face pressed against the quilt, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was clearly visible cold sweat on his forehead.

Wen Siyuan thought that he had a fever, and raised his hand to touch his head, but what he touched was cooler than the back of his hand.

Not a fever.

But looking at Wu Luming's appearance, it was obvious that he felt uncomfortable.

Wen Siyuan thought for a moment, and when he decided to wake Wu Luming, the young man in front of him suddenly murmured softly.

The voice was too soft, it took Wen Siyuan a long time to realize that what Wu Luming said just now should be about pain.

He lowered his voice: "Where does it hurt?"

Wu Luming's face was buried deeper in the quilt, and after a long time, he uttered a few fragmented words indistinctly: "The head... hurts so much."

In the last two words there is an almost imperceptible weak cry.

Wen Siyuan was taken aback for a moment, and the indented scar on the back of Wu Luming's head appeared almost reflexively in his mind a few days ago when his hair was wet.

Wu Luming's head was buried deeper and deeper, as if it was in severe pain.

Wen Siyuan didn't have time to think about other things, he searched for the location in his memory, and he really felt a depression in the back of Wu Luming's head.

The moment he touched it, he became cold uncontrollably.

It was a more shocking wound than what Wen Siyuan saw from a distance at that time. The wound was rough, and according to the touch, it seemed that a piece of flesh had been lost.

Just touching the old wound, Wen Siyuan couldn't help his scalp numb, not to mention how much pain Wu Luming felt when he was injured.

Thoughts drifted away uncontrollably.

A light and fluttering voice suddenly sounded beside my ear.

"Do you know about orphanages?"

·

A few hours ago, after paying the fee at the hospital, Wen Siyuan went back to the ward.

Because the chat software could not contact Xia Xingluo's mother, he planned to go back and ask Xia Xingluo.

However, as soon as he reached the door, he put his hand on the doorknob, and Wu Luming's question sounded from inside the room.

He paused, unable to react in time, and had completely missed the best time to enter the ward.

Until Xia Xingluo's "later" sounded in the ward, he accidentally let go of the doorknob, and the door opened a small crack.

The moment the gap appeared, his words of apology rolled down his throat, but the wind blew the door shut again.

At the same time, the phone in his hand rang a musical bell.

He quickly pressed the button, did not continue to listen to what Wu Luming said later, turned around and left the ward.

Wu Luming's uncomfortable moan brought back Wen Siyuan's wandering thoughts.

Wen Siyuan pondered in silence for a moment, and then began to press lightly with his fingers near the wound on the back of Wu Luming's head.

In the past two or three minutes, the person in his arms gradually calmed down, and his brows gradually relaxed.

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan continued to press for about 10 minutes. Seeing that Wu Luming completely relaxed his brows, he withdrew his hand.

I wanted to wait a little longer to see if Wu Luming would have another problem, but he really lacked experience in staying up late for more than 20 years, and after staying up for two or three minutes, his eyelids couldn't help but droop.

Helpless, he had no choice but to lie back in resignation.

However, just as he was about to close his eyes, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the quilt on Wu Luming's body was not covered well.

The upper body was covered honestly, but the quilt on the legs was completely gone, and even the pajama pants were pulled above the knees, revealing a pair of smooth calves in the air.

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan endured his drowsiness and stood up, carefully pulled up Wu Luming's pajama pants, and then pulled the quilt to cover his legs tightly, and then lay down and continued to sleep in peace.

The author has something to say:

Xiaolu who was woken up by the heat in the middle of the night: My leg...didn't I stick out the quilt before going to bed?