【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

The rubbing between the lips and teeth was soft and lingering, but Lan Xichen seemed to have stiffened into a piece of wood, straight and stiff toward the pestle, as if what Jin Guangyao kissed was not a flesh and blood living person, but a wooden carving.

However, Jin Guangyao didn't feel annoyed by Lan Xichen's disastrous reaction, instead he was secretly pleased—although Lan Xichen didn't respond, he didn't resist either.

At least it wasn't the same as last time, clutching his collar and talking about not seeing anything evil.

So Jin Guangyao let go of Lan Xichen's forehead, and put his arms around Lan Xichen's neck, deepening the kiss.

It wasn't until Lan Xichen's breathing became disordered that Jin Guangyao backed away a little - he was also quite out of breath, but his eyes were fixed on Lan Xichen, not letting go of the slightest reaction on his face.

I saw Lan Xichen standing there blankly for a while, his face didn't have the disgusted expression as Jin Guangyao expected in the worst, but he slowly raised his hand, touched his lips with his fingertips, and then looked at Jin Guangyao. Under the stunned gaze, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked lightly on the place where Jin Guangyao's lips had just turned.

Jin Guangyao: "..."

Jin Guangyao took a deep breath, feeling like he was going crazy.

However, even though his rationality was almost derailed, he still only slowly moved closer to Lan Xichen, as if he was afraid that he would disturb someone if he moved too much, and his slightly chaotic breath sprayed on Lan Xichen's neck, making Lan Xichen move itchyly.

Jin Guangyao whispered in Lan Xichen's ear, "How does Zewu-Jun feel?"

Lan Xichen blinked his eyes. He drank the wine, and only then did he feel numbness in his ears, slowly realizing the lingering sentimentality brought about by that kiss just now, springing up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Lan Xichen's heart beat a few beats involuntarily.

However, Jin Guangyao's purpose was not to get Lan Xichen to express his opinion at all, so he didn't give him a chance to react. He wrapped his fingertips around Lan Xichen's belt, held it half loose, and looked up into Lan Xichen's eyes , calling in a low voice: "Lan Huan."

Lan Xichen's heart moved, Jin Guangyao's eyes were misty, filled with too many intricate and intense emotions, when he looked at him, it seemed as if he could suck people in, Lan Xichen involuntarily raised his hand to cover his eyes, Therefore, he missed the hesitation and desperateness that flashed in Jin Guangyao's eyes.

Suddenly being blocked from sight, Jin Guangyao smiled, and lightly applied force with his hand, Lan Xichen's belt fell to the ground, and the skirt of his clothes fell apart.

"Lan Huan." Jin Guangyao called out again, and murmured, "You hug me...will you?"

There are only two things he has to do tonight - light a fire, and... set fire to himself.

But when he shouted, he was very confident, but the tone of his voice gradually changed in the end, and the final sound was almost inaudibly low.

For some reason, Lan Xichen tasted a bit of bitterness from this provocative voice, and his heart suddenly softened and ached.

So Lan Xichen did something he had always wanted to do but didn't do - he stepped forward and hugged Jin Guangyao.

After years of obsession, now my wish has come true.

This night Jin Guangyao seemed to fall into the clouds, he felt like a bird soaring in the sky, and like a fish in the rising and falling tides, in the misty, he seemed to see the fire burning the night sky, and heard the sound of melting ice and snow.

Before completely sinking into the darkness, Jin Guangyao vaguely thought that probably it was his fire that sparked a warm spring.

The next day, Jin Guangyao was awakened by Lan Xichen's flustered movement of standing up. His heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes to see Lan Xichen put on his clothes, pursing his lips and frowning, as if he wanted to lift the quilt to see Look, it's not easy to move.

Jin Guangyao propped himself up and sat up, the quilt covering his body slipped from his shoulders, revealing dots and spots of marks on his body.

It was only when he got up that he felt discomfort in his body. After all, last night was the first time for the two of them, and Jin Guangyao was injured.

He frowned slightly, snorted, gritted his teeth and tried to stabilize his body, but was supported by Lan Xichen.

At this time, Jin Guangyao's complexion was pale, only his lips were ruddy, showing a bit of coquettish laziness.

Lan Xichen took a deep breath and said, "Last night..."

Jin Guangyao tilted his head and looked at Lan Xichen calmly. He didn't need to say anything at a time like this. Everything in front of him was the best way to persecute Lan Xichen.

——Jin Guangyao is forcing Lan Xichen to express his opinion.

He is too aware of Lan Xichen's extra compassion and sense of responsibility. In such a situation, even if he knew that if Jin Guangyao didn't want to, Lan Xichen would still choose Responsible.

He knows that he is dirty and despicable, but he has never been loved by anyone, and he has never loved anyone. His life of ups and downs has never taught him what is a sense of security, and Lan Xichen is the biggest uncertainty for him. , only by grasping it with the most intense means can one be at ease for a moment.

So he couldn't wait for Lan Xichen to find out slowly, so he wanted to pick it off in such a straightforward and fierce way.

Jin Guangyao watched Lan Xichen's expression almost intently. He knew that Lan Xichen would not ignore him, but he pretended to suppress the depression in his heart, and said with a gentle smile, "Mr. Zewu, don't worry too much, you and I are both men. If Mr. Zewu had no intention, then just pretend that this never happened."

He knew that the more he said this, the more he would arouse Lan Xichen's guilt, and the more he pretended to be nonchalant, the more he would make people worry about him. Jin Guangyao is well versed in this, and he is proficient at using it.

As expected, Lan Xichen tightened his arm, paused for a while, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Jun Zewu, please don't worry, there is nothing serious."

Seeing that Lan Xichen's brows were still furrowed, Jin Guangyao couldn't help laughing and said, "It's not like he's such a rich man..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Lan Xichen say, "You... called me Lan Huan last night."

The smile on Jin Guangyao's lips froze suddenly, and a coldness rushed up his spine, not daring to answer: "...What did you say?"

"Ayao." Lan Xichen said, "In fact, I wasn't too drunk last night, those things... I remember them all."

Although Gusu Lan's drinking capacity is generally recognized as poor, but this difference has to be divided into grades, such as Lan Wangji, who pours it in a glass, Lan Xichen should be stronger, and can last a whole year. bowl.

Therefore, although he was a little slow last night, his memory was never lacking.

Jin Guangyao violently pushed Lan Xichen away, and his unsupported body couldn't help but go limp. He gritted his teeth to brace himself, and said in a daze, "...how is it possible?"

He relied on Lan Xichen's ignorance of drunkenness to do whatever he wanted. If Lan Xichen knew everything, then all his efforts... wouldn't it be a joke?

Jin Guangyao's voice was stiff and harsh. He had never felt so embarrassed. This feeling was even more embarrassing than when Jin Guangshan kicked him off the Jinlin Tower back then. He hardly dared to look into Lan Xichen's eyes.

He heard Lan Xichen sigh in a low voice, his heart sank inexplicably, and his body became even more stiff.

However, in the next moment, he was embraced by someone again. Lan Xichen smiled helplessly, picked up what he had just said, and said, "So last night it wasn't that I lost my morals after drinking, but that... ... the direction of the heart."

Jin Guangyao was startled, turned his head suddenly, and met Lan Xichen's gentle and insightful eyes as always.

Lan Xichen's words were telling him... Last night was not a one-man show by himself, but a two-way show, right?

Jin Guangyao didn't know that Lan Xichen had actually woken up a long time ago, or that he hadn't slept all night after he had withdrawn from the drunkenness and pleasure.

He didn't know that Lan Xichen had taken apart every detail of the two of them from the first meeting to the present, and he didn't know how Lan Xichen's heart was turned upside down.

The entanglements and troubles are not always his. What Lan Xichen left to Jin Guangyao is always gentle, clear, sure and safe.

Lan Xichen hugged Jin Guangyao tightly, and said softly, "It's my fault."

He pulled up Jin Guangyao's quilt to cover the cool skin on Jin Guangyao's shoulders. Seeing Jin Guangyao's eyes fixed on him, he lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, saying: "I've been here since I was a child." The family education is very strict, there is no chance to have fun, and there are very few close friends. Since the knot, it is with you when you go out to hunt at night, smell the fragrance and drink tea with you, play chess pieces and drop lanterns... It is also the same you."

Jin Guangyao's eyes moved slightly, and Lan Xichen smiled again, saying, "I've been used to it for so many days and nights, and I've never thought about why I'm so obsessed with your affairs, it's because I'm stupid. .....I didn't know that it was Xinyue."

Jin Guangyao froze, Lan Xichen slightly lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against his, his voice was so soft that it almost seemed to be persuading: "It's my fault... Let me see, does it still hurt?"

Jin Guangyao paused, feeling that heaven and hell were nothing more than a few words from Lan Xichen, and his eyes were slightly blank, as if he was in a dream.

He just looked at Lan Xichen like this, and slowly, his eyes suddenly turned red.