extremely dependent

When Jian Xun woke up, his eyes were pitch black. He lay on the bed in a daze for a while, and waited until his consciousness was completely separated from the inexplicable and shameful dream just now before slowly sitting up from the bed.

He reached out to turn on the night light by the bed, and pressed the switch twice, but there was no response from the light, and it occurred to him that he seemed to have forgotten to pay the electricity bill here.

The temperature in the room dropped because the air conditioner stopped working at some point, and the wet and cold silk pajamas stuck to her body, and her body couldn't help feeling a little chilly. Jian Xun raised his hand to unbutton the pajamas and took off the pajamas. Then wipe off the remaining juice on the chest.

This kind of nocturnal milk discharge is the first time since his special body is fully developed. The boy in the dream has a strong chest, warm palms and soft lips... Those touches and kisses can only be imagined. It made his body tremble uncontrollably.

He sat on the bed and pressed his faintly swollen temples, then put down his hand and squeezed his dry and sore throat, waiting for the part under the quilt to feel refreshed due to waking up, or thinking of that hot and hot part gradually After calming down, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked towards the window in the dark with his upper body naked.

Blinded by the blinding darkness, the steps he took deviated from the calculations in his mind, and he accidentally hit the corner of the solid wood low coffee table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his calf bone.

The excruciating pain from his calf made him involuntarily lose control of his expression, his facial features twisted into a ball and took a few deep breaths, then squatted down and covered his calf with his hands and kneaded it for a long time until the pain on his leg was overwhelmed by him. After rubbing his palms and receding a little, he got up, took a few steps forward cautiously, walked to the window and pulled open the heavy curtains.

A cold and hazy moon hung in the sky outside the window, and the misty thick fog shrouded a quiet and lonely place. The faint silver moonlight spilled in from the French windows with the curtains drawn, and the faint light could reflect the barely visible dim.

Jian Xun first lifted up his trouser legs and took advantage of the moonlight to look at his calf that was knocked against the corner of the table. However, the light was too dark to see clearly, and he felt that the wound was slightly swollen.

He put down his trouser legs, walked to the bed and opened the closet, randomly took out a hoodie and sweatpants of an invisible color, put it on, and wrapped it in a thick short down jacket, and touched the bedside. The phone that was turned off went out the door.

Probably in the middle of the night wearing a hat mask to cover his face tightly, people who come out to take a taxi can’t give people any sense of security. They encountered several taxis in a row who refused to take them, but their phones couldn’t be turned on and they couldn’t use the taxi-hailing software. He had to wait for another half an hour in the biting cold wind before he got a taxi that stopped in front of him.

When he arrived at the North Third Ring Villa, which was even more deserted than his urban apartment, the hands on the wall clock were both pointing to 12.

The first time he came back, he went back to the master bedroom on the second floor to connect the phone to the charger, and when the phone was charged enough to be turned on, he found a set of pure cotton casual home clothes and took a hot shower in the bathroom.

Sure enough, a small red steamed bun swelled up on his calf. Fortunately, his life assistant bought a variety of anti-swelling and painkillers and scar-removing ointments to prepare him for his scarred physique, which was bumped around all day long. Then, he came out of the shower and sat on the bed waiting for the phone to turn on, while lowering his head and applying medicine on his legs.

Ji Weijue has almost had lunch there, and he hasn't talked to himself all morning, and the message board will probably be filled with him again.Thinking about it, Jian Xun's eyes curled into a smile. I don't know if it was the cooling ointment that took effect so quickly, or because of this inexplicable joy, even the leg injury didn't hurt so much.

He turned on the lit phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

Lock the screen again, enter the password to unlock.

Flipping through the message prompt bar, clicking on WeChat again, and even opening [Distance], which the two of them hadn't used for a long time, looked back and forth several times, and finally believed that Ji Weijue really didn't send a single message.

Jian Xun suppressed the disappointment in his heart, threw the phone aside, picked up the remote control, turned on the projector and played a video casually.

Before the opening title was finished, he picked up his cell phone and opened WeChat to send Ji Weijue a message.

00: 21am

【Trace】: I woke up.

After posting, he threw the phone back on the bed, got up and poured himself a glass of water, and leaned against the bedside to sip the water, but kept glancing at the phone involuntarily from the corner of his eye.

... Love will not come back.

He retracted his gaze and returned his attention to the video in front of him.

After a while, the screen of the mobile phone lit up in Yu Guangli. He deliberately ignored it and stared at the video absently for 2 minutes before reaching out and holding the mobile phone in front of him.

00: 47am

【Children】: brother

[children]: early ahangh

Jian Xun looked at this sentence for a while, and found that his vocabulary was a little behind, so he opened the browser and entered in the search box: ahangh.

I turned a few pages and couldn't find the relevant content, so I typed in the search box: 早ahangh.

Related searches: ah a so big so deep morning no more.

?

Looking at this inexplicable related search, Jian Xun didn't know what to think of, but also blushed for some inexplicable reason.He exited the browser and clicked into WeChat, asking: What?

Looking at the phone and waiting for a long time, and did not wait for Ji Weijue's reply, he simply sent a video. Unexpectedly, Ji Weijue's video was answered very quickly.

After the video was connected, the dim picture on the opposite side shook unsteadily, and Ji Weijue snorted a confused "huh?"

As soon as the deep and sexy voice came out, most of Jian Xun's dissatisfaction before the video connection disappeared, and he pretended to be nonchalant and asked casually: "What are you doing?"

Ji Weijue snorted again: "Well..."

"Um what?"

"Um……"

"..." Jian Xun frowned and said, "I'm dead."

"Um……"

beep--

Jian Xun hung up the video and threw the phone on the bed. After a while, the voice of the video invitation rang again. He picked up the phone and connected it. Before the screen was displayed, he said indifferently: "What's wrong?"

"I was wrong brother," the video frame jumped out, and the opposite Ji Weijue was lying on the bed with sleepy eyes squinting, his voice was hoarse and sleepy, and he said, "I'm sleepy... ..."

Jian Xun really didn't expect him to sleep until this time, and asked with some doubts: "It's already two o'clock, why are you still sleeping?"

"Last night, the live broadcast was on, and I didn't sleep until I had breakfast in the morning..." As he spoke, he looked up, as if he was about to sit up, "I'm getting up right now, don't be angry."

Jian Xun felt very distressed when he finished speaking, and her voice softened involuntarily, coaxing: "I'm not angry, don't get up, sleep a little longer."

"I'm not going to sleep anymore, I want to talk to you." Ji Weijue sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at Jian Xun in the video, and said seriously, "It feels so good to see you when I wake up."

This exceptionally deep and magnetic voice when he just woke up carried a unique feeling of a teenager who had faded away from his youthfulness.As Ji Weijue stood up, the quilt that was originally covering his chest slid down, and his carved collarbone and fair and firm chest were all exposed to the camera. The small and delicate hexagram on the left atrium was shining brightly in the video of light.

Jian Xun looked at the star shining into his heart, and asked softly, "When did you write this star?"

Ji Weijue laughed and said, "The day I took you off."

"Brother, this may sound a little silly, but I really think that you are like the brightest star in the sky. Other stars are shining brightly, but whenever you appear, they seem to be eclipsed.

I don't dare to hope to take off this star, but..."

"But, you got it."

So the star that he took off has been kept in his heart since that day.

From then on, it was Ji Weijue's star.