After being scummed by four men

Xia Youjie did not force him, but only made a strange request:

"Can you take a nap with me?"

It was not a rude or embarrassing request, so He Zecheng agreed.

He Zecheng was lying on the bed, and beside him lay Xia Youjie in cassock.

He opened his eyes nervously and thought wildly, Xia Youjie's gentle breathing was all around his ears, which made He Zecheng's heart unable to calm down at all.

He Zecheng subconsciously looked out the window anxiously, but felt his hand was touched lightly.

Thin cocoons brushed over the skin like a superficial touch of water.

He Zecheng was startled, closed his eyes all of a sudden, held his breath, and turned his face towards the window, not daring to look at the expressions of the people around him.

Then his hand was touched tentatively again, and then a slightly callused palm slowly covered the back of his hand, he gently closed his fingers, and completely contained his hand in the palm.

He Zecheng felt a little hot on his face, and Xia Youjie's hot palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat, which pressed against his skin tightly, making him flustered for a while.

"Cheng, are you... nervous?"

Xia Youjie's voice sounded a little dry, and his hands were trembling slightly as he said this.

He Zecheng could clearly feel Xia Youjie's trembling with the hand being held, his heart rippled, and his originally shy and uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

"Fortunately..." He Zecheng opened his eyes slightly, looking out of focus at the bright halo by the window, and said softly.

"That's right," Xia Youjie seemed to chuckle, "I'm the one who's nervous."

"Mr. Xia You?" He Zecheng subconsciously said, his heart was slightly sour, and he wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

"I'm scared... Sorry, I can't restrain myself and calm down when facing you." Xia Youjie said in a soft sighing tone.

His words, like a gust of gentle and continuous wind, kept plucking He Zecheng's heartstrings.

He Zecheng felt that his heartbeat was slowing down, but it was getting clearer and louder in his ears one after another.

He Zecheng's hand also trembled, then moved, and quietly took Xia Youjie's hand backhand.

But his palm was much smaller than Xia Youjie's, and it was also whiter and slender.

It's not so much a handshake, but He Zecheng's hand is nestled into Xia Youjie's palm like a milk swallow throwing a forest.

"Go to sleep, Mr. Xia You," He Zecheng said softly, with the residual heat of shyness on his cheeks just now, "I won't go away, don't be afraid."

"...Okay." He Zecheng replied softly after hearing Xia Youjie's silence for a long time.

It was as if he had barely believed in himself.

So He Zecheng closed his eyes, and squeezed Xia Youjie's palm back even harder, trying to reassure him.

Because he was embarrassed and didn't look at Xia Youjie, he didn't notice that Xia Youjie's thin lips slowly curled up...

Xia Youjie's breathing gradually became longer, as if he had fallen asleep.

There was a warm silence in the room, lying beside him was his former lover, someone who was willing to give his life for him.

In this gentle and reassuring atmosphere, He Zecheng's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

In the end, He Zecheng also fell asleep.

In a blue sea, He Zecheng was standing on the fine sand, the sea water was so cold that it almost reached his waist.

He Zecheng looked around in a daze, surrounded by the endless sea.

Suddenly, a white waterline appeared in the distance, approaching rapidly.

A bad premonition welled up in He Zecheng's heart, and he took a step back subconsciously, but the waterline came very quickly, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

A high wall of water pressed down on He Zecheng like mountains and seas.

He Zecheng was startled, he turned his head suddenly, thinking about countermeasures, and saw a waterline appearing on the sea behind him.

The water line was approaching rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it became higher and higher, turning into a wall of water.

"This is impossible!" He Zecheng shouted out of composure.

Two waves of waves hit each other, sandwiching He Zecheng in the middle.

He Zecheng felt a strong shock and suffocation pressing his lungs tightly, getting tighter and tighter...

Finally, when the two walls of water rushed down together, He Zecheng woke up suddenly.

When He Zecheng woke up, he found himself being held tightly in Xia Youjie's arms.

He Zecheng couldn't breathe well when Xia Youjie's arm was wrapped around him.

Found it, the culprit of his nightmare.He Zecheng thought helplessly, struggling in Xia Youjie's arms.

Xia Youjie's arm was as motionless as cast iron.

He Zecheng raised his head subconsciously and looked at Xia Youjie's face helplessly, only to see that his face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Xia Youjun!" He Zecheng was taken aback, and quickly patted his face, "Wake up! Wake up!"

However, Xia Youjie never woke up.

With his eyes closed and his lips tightly pressed together, he murmured painfully and urgently from time to time:

"Sincere!"

He Zecheng's heart felt sore after being called, he eagerly patted Xia Youjie's cheek lightly, and coaxed softly:

"Wake up Mr. Xia You, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Xia Youjie didn't respond at all, but his expression became more and more painful as time passed.

He Zecheng was heartbroken and anxious, he thought about it, and finally his heart broke, he held Xia Youjie's face, raised his head and kissed it gently...

Xia Youjie originally wanted to pretend to have a nightmare to soften He Zecheng's heart, but he really fell asleep.

Lying quietly with the one you love, with fingers intertwined, loving each other, and the feeling of being connected with each other is really an intoxicating sense of happiness.

Xia Youjie accidentally fell asleep under this blissful drunkenness.

Then he fell into the nightmare that has been repeated every day and night since He Zecheng became a curse and disappeared.

"No! Don't go! Please! Come in and see me, please!" The blond young man who was dying behind him shouted to Xia Youjie through the prison door.

He sounded so heartbroken.

However, the handsome monk in cassock turned and left very coldly.

As has happened in the past.

Xia Youjie tried his best to control his body, ran back to open the door, and hugged his lover.

Yet time and time again, his efforts seemed to be pushing against the air.

So time and time again, Xia Youjie had to watch his past self coldly turn and leave, and the heartbroken cry of the blond young man echoed in his ears again and again.

Xia Youjie felt like he was going crazy.

He cursed loudly, and his past self unresponsively repeated the tragedy again.

He wept bitterly, and his past self remained the same.

He fell to his knees and begged, and his past self passed right through him.

Xia Youjie's dignity was completely shattered under the pain of losing his lover.

—How can you change something that has already happened?

Xia Youjie didn't know.

So Xia Youjie imprisoned himself in it, and this memory is the lonely city where he imprisoned himself.

Xia Youjie's heart began to rain cats and dogs.

As soon as He Zecheng held Xia Youjie's face and kissed it, he felt water wet his fingers.

He Zecheng raised his head in a daze, looking at Xia Youjie's tightly closed eyes.

— Mr. Xia You, are you crying?

He Zecheng had never seen any signs of red eye circles in Xia Youjie.

Sticky, coquettish, angry red eye circles, sad red eye circles, excited tears, more like Gojo Satoru's personal characteristics.

This was the first time he saw Xia Youjie cry.

So what did Mr. Xia You dream about?

He Zecheng blinked lightly, his eye sockets swelled uncontrollably, and his eyes were slightly wet with tears.

He Zecheng gently brushed away his tears with his fingers, and kissed him again.

His movements were gentle, full of tenderness and unspeakable affection.

After an unknown amount of time, He Zecheng felt a pair of hands cup his face suddenly, and responded in panic and viciously.

"Hmm..." Tears welled up in the corners of He Zecheng's eyes.

Xia Youjie's movements were no longer calm, and the fear and pursuit of being at a loss made He Zecheng a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Sincerity," Xia Youjie suddenly moved away from his lips, gently stroking his cheek, his long and narrow eyes filled with sadness and determination, "No matter what happens in the future, I will never leave you again went."

"Xia Youjun..." He Zecheng looked at him with trembling eyes, and he understood what Xia Youjie had dreamed just now.

"Cheng, I don't know where you're going next, but..." Xia Youjie smiled sadly, "Take me with you, Cheng, is that okay?"

"This?" He Zecheng couldn't react.

"Please," Xia Youjie said softly, then lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose with a low voice, "I'm so scared, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you..."

"So, take me away, take me, don't leave me, please."

Seeing his pale face and the wet tears on his face, He Zecheng felt strongly shaken in his heart.

Xia Youjie was obviously not in a good condition, if he just left and left him here alone...

He Zecheng sighed inwardly, opened his mouth, and was about to agree to come down, but the door was knocked open with a "bang".

The two of them didn't lock the door during their afternoon nap. This is a high school, so there is no danger.

In the end, someone actually broke in.

"Jie! You... how could you do this!" The white-haired cat that broke in jumped up and down the room angrily, "You want to monopolize Cheng!"

Xia Youjie was also a little upset, almost willing to "elope" with him, but in the end he was messed up.

Xia Youjie sat up and looked at Gojo Wu with unkind eyes.

Wujo Gou stared at Xia Youjie with his neck straightened without retreating.

The two stared at each other like children angry at each other.

And He Zecheng gradually came to his senses, and he, being smart, soon figured out what these two guys were doing.

He angrily got off the bed without saying a word, and wanted to leave immediately, but hesitated when he caught a glimpse of the wet tears on Xia Youjie's face.

Although Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie both intended to plot against him, some words... did not seem to be lies.

Is it really okay to leave like this?

Seeing He Zecheng's hesitation, Gojo Satoru blinked at Xia Youjie quickly with his blue eyes under the sunglasses while he was not paying attention.

Xia Youjie nodded slightly.

Then the two moved gently and quickly sandwiched the hesitant He Zecheng in the middle.

He Zecheng who came back to his senses:

"..."

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Last night I wrote and fell asleep (covering my face