i am not bisexual

After that day, everything seemed to be business as usual.Pelliot still came to find Zikai from time to time, after the hot summer, it was autumn.Gradually something is growing in my heart, and I will be in a trance when I turn the pages of the book; Zikai knows that he probably cannot stay in his homeland for long.

In summer, they went to play in the suburbs of the city, plucked flower branches, flew kites, climbed high and looked far away, and occasionally went boating on Taihu Lake... An orphan, half a barbarian, but with the same temperament.They are relatively free, although the free time will not be very long.

On a cool autumn night, Zikai only lit a small oil lamp, and under the lamp looked at the only ancient book left by his father.Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Zikai immediately put away the scriptures, opened the door and saw that it was Pelliot.With a dejected expression on his face, he said to Zikai: "I had an argument with my mother, and she told me to get out...Can I stay here tonight?"

"Why are you noisy? Doesn't she worry about you so late?" Zi Zi closed the door and stroked his shoulder.

"Because... many things... all kinds of things. I think she should know that I have nowhere else to go." Pelli said in a low voice with a bit of shame.

Zikai sighed, not knowing whether it was sorrow or joy.The vague plan in my heart seems to be taking shape. "Okay. I'll take you back tomorrow." Seeing that Pelliot didn't argue, Zikai said calmly, "Have a good rest tonight. It's a pity that the room is shabby, I'm afraid you won't be used to sleeping."

"Nothing. I'm used to everything here, and I like it."

Not much to say, wash and undress.Folded his purple shirt and put it on the table, Zikai undid his coarse coat and put it aside, turned off the lamp, and lay down beside him on the couch.

Tonight is probably the first quarter, the moonlight is slightly darker, and the silhouette in the darkness is hazy.Zikai turned sideways and gently embraced the waist of the young man beside him, leaning his straight nose behind his ear, smelling the familiar fragrance, he silently closed his eyes.Feeling that the body of the person in his arm was a little stiff, he clasped the hands around his waist even tighter.

Pelli felt that the person next to him exuded a fresh smell similar to leaves, which was very pleasant and reassuring.He turned his face, and vaguely saw Zi Kai's closed eyelids, and his thin, slightly pouty, beautifully shaped lips gently pressed against his own.Zikai's eyelashes moved slightly, and she put her hand on the boy's face, her lips pressed tightly together, from a light kiss to a deep kiss.Animals and plants, fresh and sweet, the smells of the two blend with each other, and the body feels a little hot.

The kiss was very long. After opening his eyes and separating them slightly, Percy turned around and lay on Zikai's chest, parted his loose black hair, and looked at him carefully from the front; their eyes met, and both of them smiled slightly. Yi; Pelliot's eyes were shy, but he looked directly at the other party boldly, reflecting Zikai's gentle eyes with enthusiasm.He had never seen such eagerness in those elegant eyes, so he embraced his open neck and kissed his eyelids.Zikai hugged Pelligrim's back tightly, and the two kissed for a long time, forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, neck, collarbone... and then returned to the lips and tongue, imprinting each other's scent deeply on the body and heart.Percy's body temperature was so warm, he hugged her and slept soundly all night.

The next morning, it was another sunny autumn day.Pellie slowly opened his eyes, and the quilt covered himself tightly, and there was no one else on the couch.He sat up abruptly, and saw his clothes neatly folded on the case, with a bamboo slip next to it, and there was nothing left on the case.Turned over hastily, there was no sign of Zikai in the hut so close.Pick up the bamboo slips:

I have set off to the mountains of Shu to seek Taoism.Take care brother.There is a volume of scriptures in the cupboard, left by my father, as a souvenir.

Pelliot hurriedly opened the door, only the alleys in the city, the voices of bustling people in the distance, and the blue autumn sky, clear and cloudless.

The author has something to say:

Zikai knew the consequences early on, it was inevitable

I also know that the quarrel is for him

I don't know whether to do or not