Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun didn't remember how long he slept, but he knew he was sick.

And I know that there is always someone by my side taking care of me.

He struggled in his drowsy sleep, and still remembered that he had something important to do.

Just before waking up, Song Xun felt fingertips falling on his brows, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Song Xun's eyelashes trembled, and the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was, unsurprisingly, Shang Ji.

But his attention was soon drawn to something else.

Countdown 00:00

The row of bright red numbers stayed there forever, the color was like blood, and it was dazzling at first glance.

The system did not appear, as if it had forgotten Song Xun, and did not announce the success or failure of the mission. This was abnormal.

Song Xun felt a little uneasy. This feeling was so strong for no reason.

"Being with me is just so unhappy."

His attention was drawn back to reality, and Song Xun noticed Shang Ji's ugly expression.

He was about to answer when Shang Ji twitched his lips and said, "I can't help being unhappy. You can't leave me anyway."

"..."

Song Xun felt that they needed to have a good talk, but Shang Ji stood up, turned his back to him, sat alone by the fire and added wood, completely refusing to communicate.

Song Xun felt bad too. It was only more than half a month, which was too short compared to a long life.

Their beginning was built up of false lies. Shang Ji might have been misled and blinded for a short time. The island is so dangerous and desolate, he might regret it later.

That would be so unfair to Shang Ji.

But what’s the use of saying all this now, Shang Jiliu has already stayed.

Song Xun was so weak after the illness that he had difficulty getting up.

Shang Ji stopped adding firewood and forced himself not to look back.

Song Xun came to the fire and sat with him.

The wet clothes that day were probably washed and dried by Shang Ji. Song Xun's body was also dry and free of sweat stains. This was all because Shang Ji was taking care of him.

He looked back at the ground where he had just been lying. There was a clean carpet there, which came from the brown bear.

"Shang Ji, do you regret staying here?" Song Xun turned his head to look at Shang Ji. The flickering firelight shone on him, appearing particularly soft.

Shang Ji clenched the firewood in his hand: "What? You want to chase me away again?"

Song Xun: "I'm not unhappy, nor do I hate you. I'm just afraid that you'll act on impulse and regret your decision in the end."

"I won't regret it, Rao Yushu. You, too, won't have the chance to regret it. In the end, you will all be trapped here forever."

Shang Ji kept staring at the fire over there, his eyes were red from the burning flames.

The back of his hand was suddenly held by a hand that was a circle smaller than his, fair, well-proportioned, and a little cold.

He finally raised his head and looked at Song Xun beside him, and heard him say, "Okay."

Shang Ji didn't react for a long time and just stared at Song Xun.

Song Xun's eyes were calm, like clear water, tolerant and gentle. Shang Ji just kept looking at him, and his heart felt like it was soaked in water, soft and astringent.

They seemed to have completely switched roles. If it was the selfish and willful Rao Yushu from the past, then Shang Ji would seem to have reason to reject him coldly and ruthlessly.

The person who is moved first is destined to be the loser. Shang Ji didn't want Rao Yushu to see him humbled to the dust, so he put up his armor and acted cold and hard so that Rao Yushu couldn't find his weakness.

Because once he is discovered and has the leverage, Rao Yushu will become more aggressive and will cut into his most vulnerable and softest parts without fear.

But if that was the case, with Rao Yushu looking at him with such a gentle gaze and taking the initiative to hold his hand, Shang Ji's high wall couldn't resist for even a moment and collapsed with a loud bang.

He had no resistance to such a Rao Yushu.

Shang Ji opened his lips and uttered, "What... did you say?"

The temperature of Shang Ji's hand was much warmer than his own, but Song Xun didn't let go: "I say, let's stay here, together."

There were light dust floating in the air and there was a silent silence.

Shang Ji's eyes gradually lit up, from disbelief to joy and passion.

Song Xun's hand, which was originally holding Shang Ji's, was pulled back, and Shang Ji couldn't control the force, causing him to almost fall into Shang Ji's arms.

"Is what you said true?"

Shang Ji's voice trembled a little and became less like himself.

"I'm not lying to you." Song Xun put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Shen Heyun wants Shang Ji to die, so it's impossible for them to get out. Letting go of his selfish desires, Song Xun doesn't want Shen Heyun and Shang Ji to have anything to do with each other.

So, that's it.

In October, the weather officially turns cooler.

There was an unpleasant damp and cold air on the island. Song Xun was afraid of the cold and hated this kind of weather the most.

Shang Ji began to weave a door curtain for the entrance of the cave, and hung a layer of curtains inside and outside. The fire in the cave was always burning, and the corners were filled with dry firewood piled up to prevent the rainy season from coming.

Song Xunxin got two pieces of clothes made of animal fur. They were warm, but the workmanship was very rough, and they were made by Shang Ji.

However, the best artifact for entering winter is Shang Ji.

He is simply a big hot-water bottle that can keep warm at any time, and Song Xun likes to take a nap in his arms.

Later, he was surprised to find that when Shang Ji was relaxed, his strong muscles were soft and elastic. He liked the touch and sometimes when he was sleeping, he couldn't help but stretch out his hands and wanted to pinch and touch them.

Shang Ji was furious, but he could do nothing as he looked at Song Xun who was sleeping peacefully in his arms.

During this period, every morning when Song Xun woke up, he could see Shang Ji sitting at the entrance of the cave making bows and arrows.

As the weather gets colder, some fruits and animals become harder to find, so we have to prepare early.

Even though he had never been exposed to archery before, Shang Ji seemed to be a natural talent and picked it up quickly. Within two days, his hit rate reached about 80%.

He was always worried about Song Xun being alone, so he would take him with him no matter what he did.

Therefore, the small animals that are chased and wandering around the island every day can always see strange humans who are like conjoined twins.

The animals, tired of running for their lives, hate humans very much.

Shang Ji divided the hunted meat into small portions, dug a deep pit, built a bonfire to smoke the meat, and smeared the other portion with salt and hung it in a breezy place to dry it.

After seeing the refined sea salt, Song Xun realized that he had been to the beach, perhaps when he was asleep, because when he was awake, he had never seen Shang Ji leave him.

Song Xun could easily understand why Shang Ji went to the beach without telling him, because Shang Ji didn't trust him.

He really wanted to make things clear with Shang Ji. Misunderstandings and estrangements that lasted for a long time could easily destroy a relationship.

But Shang Ji always avoids this topic, or rather feels disgusted with it.

It's rare to find an evil spirit.

Song Xun could only put the matter aside.

Although the food reserves were sufficient, Shang Ji still felt it was not enough. He was always afraid that there would not be enough food when winter came.

Every morning he would go out with Song Xun and his bow and arrow to store food.

It was also at this time that an accident happened.

When Shang Ji drew his bow and aimed at a rabbit not far away, Song Xun felt something moving behind him, and the side of his face was swept by a slippery forked bow.

The body stiffened instantly.

It was a snake coiled around a tree branch.

And attacked him in an instant.

Song Xun was held in Shang Ji's arms, and the snake fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

Shang Ji was bitten on the back of his hand.

That's a poisonous snake.

There was no hospital and no serum. Song Xun held Shang Ji's bitten hand and cried in fear. Tears fell one after another and he couldn't stop them.

The whole person fell into a huge hopeless panic.

Song Xun was really scared that time.

Fortunately, the snake did not inject venom and only bit the air.

Song Xun didn't want to experience that feeling at all. This time he was lucky, but what about next time? It didn't make sense that he would be lucky every time.

Frankly speaking, Song Xun suggested: "Let's find a way out."

Shang Ji was still processing white rabbit hair in his hands, preparing to make a pair of gloves.

Hearing this, he stopped moving his hands, the vein on his forehead jumped, and he said nothing.

It's the same again, avoiding the topic, pretending it doesn't exist, and ignoring it.

Song Xun stepped forward, took the rabbit skin from his hand, and threw it on the ground: "Did you hear me?"

Shang Ji's eyes were fixed on the dusty, unfinished rabbit skin on the ground. He whispered, "Leave? Leave here so you can get rid of me completely?"

He spoke in a light tone, with deadpan sarcasm.

For the first time, Song Xun felt that he was unreasonable: "I just think it's too dangerous here. Can you please stop misinterpreting what I mean?"

He spoke in a hurry, and a bit of impatience came along with it.

Shang Ji's eyes turned cold instantly: "You are impatient so soon, it must be very hard to endure, you said you are willing to stay here, but you are just teasing me, don't you just want to leave?"

Song Xun took a deep breath, feeling that there was no way to communicate with him, and was about to leave towards the cave entrance.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would start quarreling with Shang Ji.

Just as he opened the straw curtain, he felt a strong force on his shoulder and was roughly pressed against the wall. A hand was placed behind his head to prevent him from hitting his head.

Shang Ji's angry kiss suddenly fell on him.

Shang Ji completely suppressed him with his physical advantage, and Song Xun couldn't even struggle.

This kiss was brutal and fierce, without the tenderness of the past. It was more like a proof of the eagerness to control.

Song Xun felt a stinging pain on his lips, and he raised the only hand that was not restrained and slapped Shang Ji.

The atmosphere reached freezing point.

Shang Ji lowered his head and let go of Song Xun.

Song Xun was very angry at that time, but he didn't have much strength after all, and didn't leave even a red mark on Shang Ji's face. What was really unacceptable was the humiliation.

The shame of being slapped.

Song Xun regretted it as soon as he made his move. He retracted his fingers and wanted to touch Shang Ji's face.

The straw curtain was lifted, and the cool breeze from outside rushed in for a moment, but was quickly blocked out.

Shang Ji went out.

Song Xun stared at the palm of his hand in a daze.

He knew that Shang Ji had not gone far, so he stood outside the cave entrance, and his figure could be seen through the straw curtains that were occasionally blown by the wind.

That was the first time the two had the most serious quarrel in history.

What followed was a cold war that lasted nearly half a month.

Even though they ignored each other, Shang Ji still wouldn't let Song Xun leave his sight, and he was even more aggressive than before.

Even if he went out to the toilet, he would wait outside.

Song Xun could no longer tolerate this, so he drew a line between the two sides of the cave, and no one on the left or right was allowed to cross the line.

However, as the weather turned colder, he began to regret it. It was really cold to sleep without Shang Ji's warm arms.

But he was the one who made this rule, and he would not give in even if he was frozen to death.

At the end of the Cold War, Shang Ji bowed his head.

Song Xun was curled up to fight the cold, when he felt warmth on his back. Shang Ji crossed the line and lay over him.

"Who asked you to come here?"

Song Xunleng's voice was trembling but he had to remain stubborn.

The palm with its own warmth wrapped around his cold, curled hand, and Shang Ji's deliberately soft voice rang in his ear: "I was wrong, please don't be angry."

Song Xun was still trying to argue: "No, go back."

Shang Ji led his hand to the other person's face. Shang Ji was completely shameless: "Don't be angry anymore, slap me again, a few more times is fine, I was wrong, really wrong."

Song Xun couldn't help it, his lips curled up and his eyes curved into crescents.

Flashing with bright light.

Shang Ji couldn't hold back any longer, so he turned over and leaned on him, lowered his head and gently kissed his forehead, eyes, nose tip, lips, and all the way down.

Outside the cave, there was a howling cold wind, it was chilly and harsh, but inside the cave it was warm and cozy.

In the end, both of them backed down, and Song Xun no longer mentioned leaving. He thought that perhaps the timing was not right. Shang Ji felt too insecure, and this uneasiness would sooner or later be diluted by time.

It's starting to snow outside.

The heavy snow covered the treetops with white, and finally crushed the branches, leaving the ground covered with white snow.

The whole world has changed.

On the remote island, time becomes blurred.

Without any timekeeping equipment, they didn't know the exact day.

Shang Ji chose the coldest period of time and set that day as New Year's Eve.

Some of the stored dry food was taken out and placed on the wooden table polished by Shang Ji.

The firelight illuminated the cave in a warm orange color.

Song Xun leaned back in Shang Ji's arms, listening to the low voice speaking in his ears.

"I hope our Yu Shu will be healthy and have good luck every year."

"This is the first New Year we spend together, and we will spend every year together from now on."

"Also, thank you for coming to me."

Song Xun placed a cherishing kiss on Shang Ji's forehead. He simply raised his head and could see the love in Shang Ji's eyes.

This feeling of being valued and favored is very... happy. Song Xun came up with a description that better fits his mood and feelings.

He leaned on Shang Ji's chest, like a tired bird returning to its nest and finding his own place to rest.

Shang Ji had a smile on his face, and his heart was filled with a feeling of fullness and peace.

He stroked Song Xun's soft hair again and again.

Love is like a distance with no end. I always think it has reached the bottom, but there is still room to extend further.

How can I like someone so much?

Just like the water lily blossoming in the heart, it must be carefully cultivated with the most precious nutrients.

Prune its branches, clean its leaves, and replenish nutrients without any slackness.

Finally, watching it unfold and blossom all by itself, the great satisfaction of receiving feedback was full and filled all his sensory systems.