[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Thank goodness it's just a log cabin.

Mystery is the source of fear, and once the veil of mystery is lifted, fear disappears with it.Standing on the porch of the cabin, Yuuri feels a little stupid about himself a few minutes ago.

"What are you expecting?" Victor asked with a smile, he found the key from the chandelier by the door, "A group of mysterious people secretly planning to summon the Dark Lord in the house?"

"You'd be sorry if we opened the door and there were Scientologists living inside," Yuuri replied, but he found it funny himself, shivering from the cold, curled up on the porch rail, and Victor thumbed and The index finger rubbed the surface of the key.

"It's very new," he said, "this must be where the people on the mountain come to stop when they go fishing," he noticed Yuuri's gaze, and explained, "There are fishing boats behind the house, and the water here is open for fishing. Besides," he waved his hand, "you smell it, it's the bait smell—look." He put the key in the lock and turned it left and right, and the lock clicked cleanly and opened inward. up.Victor poked his head in and looked around.

"Unfortunately, nothing you expected," he said, holding out his hand to Yuuri, "maybe a bit of a rat—come in and walk around a bit more."

When he finished, Yuuri took the hand—always a bit unbelievable that they could hold hands without scruples now—and followed him into the cabin.

The room was very dark, exuding a faint smell of dust, but not choking, Yuuri stood by the door, trying to squint his eyes to distinguish the furnishings in the room, but to him everything was a mess Oddly shaped shadows.

"Come on," Viktor says, "sit here." He puts his arms around Yuuri, laying him down on a—like a camp bed, before he turns and walks across the room.Yuuri sat in the darkness, and could only see a vaguely moving figure - he was staring at Victor's figure, lost in thought.

There is still something unresolved between them.Of course.On the occasion just now, he couldn't find the opportunity to ask Victor the truth about the matter, and, to be honest, he didn't know how to ask him.

Everything was perfect now, and he was careful not to breathe, so as not to wake up—whatever it was.And, looking back... the communication between him and Viktor hadn't been very effective.There are still many puzzle pieces missing between them, and he wants to ask a lot, and he wants to know a lot, not only this one thing, but also others.He has a full seven-year gap to fill, but he just can't ask.

From the darkness there was a "chi la" rubbing sound, it sounded like a match - Viktor turned his back to Yuuri and didn't know what he was busy with, and soon the answer was revealed, bright yellow light filled the small room Yuuri can finally see the house: the house looks like a simple living room-bedroom combination, Victor said it should be a place for fishing enthusiasts, it seems right, there are fishing tackle by the door and buckets, from where the fishy smell of bait emanates; the furnishings in the room are very simple, with a wooden four-corner table, a few simple folding chairs, a locker, a sink, and a camp bed (It's the one Yuuri is sitting on, with a camouflage quilt on the bed), and what interests him the most is that there is a fireplace on the wall opposite the door.Victor stood by the table, the kerosene lamp burning brightly in his hand.

"Ever seen this thing?" he teased.

"Oh please, Grandpa!" Yuuri said right away, "Please tell me the story of before electricity was invented!" He didn't mean to say that, but for God's sake, there's nothing...not sexy about lip service.When he realized that he was thinking about "what is sexier", his face suddenly became redder, and he could only pretend to be blinded by the kerosene lamp.

Maybe because of this, Victor left the kerosene lamp on the table, and he came over and kissed Yuuri on the forehead, and smiled and said he had a new idea.

Five minutes later, the fire was roaring in the fireplace, and with the heat and light coming at the same time, the cabin was no longer reminiscent of "The Lake House", especially when Victor was out looking for firewood and Yuuri was still there. Found some wool blankets from the cupboard - they were rough, but the warmth was top notch.Viktor's eyes lit up when he stood proudly at the door, wrapped in a woolen blanket, and his surprise reaction made Yuuri feel like he was opening a big Christmas present - and of course, Viktor happily told him right away Now they could take off their wet clothes and dry them, which surprised him again.

"I don't understand," Victor said, watching Yuuri cover his blanket like a mushroom in the corner of the cot. "It seems like we've seen each other naked a few times."

"It's different," Yuuri yelled, blushing, "Also, if you bring up my bed-wetting thing again, I'll…"

"I didn't mean to," Victor said, "and now I'm going to—come here and take off your clothes."

Yuuri would rather go back to the lake and continue soaking.And—God bless, did he just take the initiative to mention the accident where he wet the bed when he was five years old?Can this fucking get any further from sexy?Yuuri thinks desperately, unaware that Viktor is already at the bedside.He put one knee on the bed, and the cot slid down a few inches with a horrible creak.

"What are you doing!" Yuuri almost yelled, "You-you-you go away!"

"This isn't fun," Viktor said resignedly, grabbing a kicking foot and wrenching Yuuri out of his corner, "you're going to catch a cold." He stripped Yuuri naked with absolutely no effort , there wasn't even a pair of panties left, and then—then he was gone, staring intently, and started drying the laundry on the fireplace, as earnestly as a child preparing socks on Christmas Eve.

"Are you expecting something?" He caught Yuuri's gaze and smiled back, "Yuuri?"

"...nothing." Yuuri said gruffly, pulling the blanket over himself.This is so weird - long before they confessed to each other, what should have happened and what should have happened, and now they are here, it seems that the normal pace of love has been completely disrupted, what to do next?He hugged the blanket and curled up on the bed, watching Victor walking around in the room, checking the doors and windows for a while, going outside to bring more firewood, and rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find a lot of canned food, but he didn't even look at himself, and he Still wearing those wet clothes, not as crisply as when Yuuri took them off.

Until the doors and windows were closed, a pot of strange-tasting oatmeal was slowly cooking on the fire, and a hill of firewood was piled up by the fireplace, Victor could no longer find anything to do, he stood In the middle of the wooden house, with his hands on his hips, he began to stare at the stove and meditate.

"Victor," Yuuri said, a wild guess entered his head, "are you shy?"

"I didn't!" Victor replied immediately, "...how about you?"

"I'm very shy," Yuuri says, "that's why I'm covering." Viktor kind of laughs at what he's saying—it's rare to be so open about being shy.

"Victor," he continued, oh my god, someone stop him now that he's out of control now, "what did you expect?"

Not to be outdone, the two of them stared at each other for dozens of seconds before finally Yuuri burst out laughing.

"You're nervous." He said firmly, "Why?"

Viktor stared at him for a moment, Yuuri was sitting on the rough wool blanket with a ecstatic blush on his face, his lips were soft and moist, his bangs curled strangely in all directions, and he was sitting on his knees on the bed , from the rolled-up opening of the blanket, one can see smooth, soft shoulders and collarbone... That rough blanket seemed to be dressed in the wildest fashion, wrapping his sweetheart's soft and delicate body, and all of this belonged to Victor .

"...we're a 'couple' now." He smiled, "I mean..."

"I know," Yuuri said quickly, "that's weird, isn't it? People always date first..."

"I know," Victor said, "I don't think we're a normal couple...did I tell you how good-looking you are?" He walked over, knelt down by the bed, and took Yuuri's hand into his own, Kissed lightly on that knuckle, "I think, you seem to be shining... Sometimes, the light makes me dazzled."

He looks like a real prince, exuding heart-pounding charisma, Yuuri's heart racing and his mouth parched.

"I..." He suddenly felt that it wasn't so strange again, Victor was still the same Victor, nothing had changed, whether he loved Yuuri or not - Yuuri wanted him.

"And," Victor said again suddenly, sounding serious: "There's no cover here—so we can't do that kind of thing."

After he finished speaking, he quickly let go of Yuuri's hand, turned and ran to pretend to study oatmeal.

Yuuri knelt on the edge of the bed and stared blankly for a while.

"You did it on purpose." He muttered, "Just wait."

A smile answered him, "Should I expect something?" Viktor asked innocently.