[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Katsuki Yuuri tiptoed back to his and Chris's room under the sunlight of 07:30 in the morning.

He yawned and felt that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand—the end result of lying still on his side and insisting on tapping for several hours was that his hand was smashed by several two-ton hammers in turn, sore into the bones.

He pushed open a crack in the door without making a sound, and slipped in - he didn't want to disturb anyone, and when Yuuri left, Viktor was still fast asleep, and Chris...

"Good morning." A hoarse voice came from the direction of the bed, Yuuri was so startled that his blood almost flowed backwards, when he saw Chris' posture clearly, he felt his blood vessels were emptied at that moment: Ke Lying on the bed, his whole body—the exposed parts—naked, the corners of an eiderdown quilt draped around his waist, barely covering something awful, he bent his arms to support the back of his head, and threw it at Yuuri. blow a kiss.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong room." Yuuri muttered, quickly opened the door and got out, leaving behind Chris' shout of "Hey, hey!"

Fifteen minutes later, Yuuri and Chris are sitting across the living room table in the suite, both panting from shouting at each other at the bottom of their lungs, and Chris is in a pair of dead-spot shorts with a coconut palm print and a fuchsia polka-dot top .

"You are too confused." He complained, "Even if you don't want to praise my brother's body, I should say 'good morning'."

"I don't even know who I should say good morning to," Yuuri replies, annoyed by his surprise attack, and it's when he realizes just how gentlemanly Victor is, "There's so much out there."

"It's your loss not to appreciate sleeping naked." Chris snorted, and he pouted towards Victor's room, "Is His Royal Highness still sleeping?"

"Falling asleep." Yuuri said, if Chris hadn't hit his eyes with a "naked bomb", he would have wanted to catch up on sleep again, and now thanks to Chris, Yuuri's chest hair will be there when he closes his eyes, it's okay Said to say goodbye to sleep from now on.

Chris stood up and stretched.

"Well, let's go to breakfast first, shall we? I could really have a dozen French toast right now."

Yuuri looks at him with a frown, a slight twist of his neck—too much to cause the world to spin—and he surveys the room, asking the long overdue question: "Where are we?" His last The clear memory of the landmark is a road sign saying "25 kilometers to Blue Jay Town".

Chris answered his question with action, he flung open the curtains of the living room, the blinding sunlight burst in, and Yuuri let out a groan of pain.As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw what Chris wanted him to see: looking out the window behind him, he could see a very large sign that read, "Welcome to Bluejay Cozy House!" in the words.

"We're..." Yuuri opened his mouth wide and said slowly, he walked to the window, they lived on the second floor, from the perspective of the window, he could see a quiet brick street, and the red-roofed house across the street , without any reason to say that this was the only house in the neighborhood, and behind his blocked view, there should be many more of these small houses, with flowers blooming on the balconies and overalls hanging to dry.

"We're in Blue Jays, darling," Chris said beside him. "We didn't think we'd make it last night, the roads were so bad, but we made it—almost slept on the streets, and now it's Blue Jays When the town is at it's busiest, it's full of people from the nearby towns coming to the theater festival - people in this country are too busy, aren't they?" he said standing in the morning light, his tanned skin golden Shining, he stretched himself again.

"Come on, let's eat—I heard that the breakfast here is very famous, especially the peach champagne." He held Yuuri under his arm and led him to the door without any explanation, and Yuuri took a few steps in a daze , suddenly shouted: "But..." He glanced at Victor's door.

"Breakfast is served until ten o'clock," Chris said, "let the prince sleep, he worked hard last night-I mean," he coughed again, and changed the subject strangely, "I mean , this morning belongs to hardworking birds like you and me, let him go to sleep, we want the sun to shine on our sexy young butts."

It's hard to argue with logic like that -- because when Chris wants to do something, he doesn't have logic.Yuuri had no choice but to follow him to the restaurant—it was a small B&B hotel, the proprietress kindly showed them the way, and the two found the circular restaurant with good lighting without much effort. At that moment in the strong ultraviolet light, Yuuri felt his retinas were burning.He walked to the buffet table and started serving scrambled eggs and bacon to the two of them. Chris looked at him worriedly, and he didn't feel relieved to get a pot of coffee for the two of them until he was sure that he didn't continue to overeat.

They started eating, and during the meal, each of them was thinking about their own thoughts, neither of them said much, Chris began to view his ex-boyfriend's twitter, Yuuri finally began to inevitably think when he ate his fifth piece of bacon Happened less than two hours ago.

It was a dream.But it's so real, whether it's the temperature of Viktor's breath, or the rust smell from the tiny slit on his lips, or the cold tip of his nose, it's beyond a dream, and Yuuri can almost hear himself The subconscious is shouting: "It's not me!" But—if it's not a dream, how can it be explained?

Victor kissed him.in this dream.Not on the forehead, or on the cheek, a blessing kiss, or on the tip of the nose, a teasing affection for a younger brother, no, on the lips, soft, pure, but unable to do anything else An explanation of a kiss.

He was almost sure it was a dream.Because before this dream, he clearly remembered that he was singing karaoke with Jordan, the Queen of England, and Winnie the Pooh, and then somehow, the scene changed to Victor's room, and even his big bed was too soft. Mattress (by the way, why are the mattresses of parents so much softer than those of children? Don’t adults need to protect the spine? He planned to ask Victor this question, and then he thought, he and Victor are not talking now The feeling is clear, and the next thing he knows, Viktor has leaned over and pressed his lips to Yuuri's.

This kiss lasted less than two seconds, lighter and more timid than the touch of a bird's claws on the surface of the water, Yuuri didn't dare to open his eyes—he was afraid of waking up the dream.

Thinking about it now, it was really a wonderful dream.

But what if it wasn't a dream?There was a place in his heart that asked softly, what if it was true?So what if Victor actually kissed him in his sleep?That—does that mean that somewhere in his heart, he also holds a little bit of guilt and compensation for Yuuri, but also the same feelings that Yuuri has for him?

If that's the case... At this moment, his train of thought was interrupted.Victor pulled away the chair next to Chris. He was holding a plate of scrambled eggs and some slices of toast in his hand. Their eyes met in mid-air, and both of them were taken aback.

"Uh..." Victor said, grinning, "Can I sit here?" He sounded like he was urging to put yesterday's tension behind him.Yuuri nodded silently upon receiving such a signal, and Viktor's smile deepened, but he coughed immediately, trying not to look like... how should I say, smug? "Thank you," he said, taking a seat across from Yuuri.

Yuuri looks at him carefully, Viktor is slathering honey on toast, he doesn't look like... doesn't look like someone who just kissed someone, but then again, someone who just kissed What should someone who has passed someone else look like?As if sensing his gaze, Viktor looked up at him and smiled again.

He didn't say anything, but Yuuri turned his face away in a panic as if being pricked by a needle, picked up the coffee pot, poured the pure black drink into the cup in front of Victor, and poured some sweets into it Evaporated milk, two sugar cubes.When he raised his head again, he found that Victor's eyes were stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, but also a little surprised.Such a straightforward gaze made Yuuri's brows burn, he quickly raised his own plate to cover his face, and asked, "Do you want bacon?"

Viktor didn't say anything, just stared at Yuuri so hard that he started to wonder if there was something on his face.But at this moment, Victor picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Delicious," he said with a smile in Russian, one of the few words Yuuri knew.Yuuri put down the plate, blushing.

"I took a lot." He made a mosquito-like noise and said, staring at a pile of uneaten beans, "That..."

"Okay," Viktor said, taking a sip of his coffee, "this one's good too." He continued the compliment, fussing like he hasn't eaten human food in months, his eyes still locked on Yuuri's face above, as if trying to find out some answers.

God.It wasn't the first time, Yuuri thought, that he suspected Viktor could read minds, but it was the one that worried him the most.Victor won't have discovered that dream!he thought terrified.

As if responding to his doubts, Victor took a few sips of coffee and said suddenly, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Me?" Yuuri replied, caught off guard, stammering, "Me, I'm fine, I slept through the night! Right Chris?"

Chris's eyes were glued to the phone screen, and he let out a perfunctory "hmm".

"...Oh." Viktor said, sounding slightly disappointed, but it's entirely possible that Yuuri might have misunderstood it, so why should he be disappointed?But then he asked again: "Do you still have a fever?"

Yuuri bit the bacon and shook his head.Through his bangs, Viktor could be vaguely seen over his glasses looking a little happier, and then he realized that his face must be looking stupid now, and immediately lowered his head and ate a few mouthfuls of scrambled eggs.

Victor didn't say anything, and he joined the quiet meal.At this moment, Chris slammed his phone on the table, startling both of them.

"They're going to a Beyoncé concert!" he yelled, drawing the attention of a crowd of tourists. "It's official, and from this moment on, I hate Beyoncé—hey, old Victor, When did you come? Yuuri—where's my bacon?"

All Victor returned was a bacon-chewing smug smile.