"I'm tired." Pei Tingsong tried many times, but he could not pull out Fang Juexia's arm. He leaned against the wall and panted, but Fang Juexia was still moaning, "It hurts..."
"Where does it hurt?"
With his head buried, Fang Juexia complained in a muffled voice, "My head, and my hands."
Pei Tingsong was helpless, "Then what should I do? Get up and let me see if you're hurt."
"It hurts!" This time, the little ostrich seemed to be impatient, and his tone became impatient.
"Okay, okay, okay. It hurts, it hurts." Pei Tingsong had mixed feelings. An hour ago, he was still worried about how awkward it would be to be alone with Fang Juexia, who had just revealed his cards. But now, this person had suddenly changed and became the mentally disabled Fang Juexia.
"Touch his head!"
The little ostrich began to give orders, and Pei Tingsong did not dare to disobey.
"Okay, got it. Touch his head." He put his hand on Fang Juexia's head and gently touched it. He could not help but think of the Maltese dog he had when he was young. It was very beautiful and liked to be touched.
After a few touches, Fang Juexia lowered his head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Is it that effective?" Pei Tingsong was a little happy. He felt that he was now a man who knew how to take care of people, "Then get up and wash your face to sober up."
Unexpectedly, the little ostrich, who still had his head buried, stretched out his arm towards him, "My arm hurts."
Looking at the thin and white arm, Pei Tingsong was confused, "Then... should I touch your arm?"
"Yes."
How could he touch it? Pei Tingsong felt that something was wrong. How could a man touch another man's arm?
"Let me give you a massage." Then, like a blind masseuse, he began to massage Fang Juexia's arm with his eyes closed. He didn't dare to use too much strength, as he was afraid that Fang Juexia would rebound again.
He had really sacrificed too much for this family. Pei Tingsong thought.
"Are you done, Brother?" Pei Tingsong was exhausted. She held his wrist and asked, "Can we get up now?"
"It's so dark." Fang Juexia still had no intention of getting up. Instead, he shrunk even more.
Pei Tingsong said helplessly, "Isn't that right? If you raise your head, it won't be dark anymore. I have the light on. " As he spoke, he moved closer and turned Fang Juexia, who was facing the wall, to face him. He reached out his hand to help him lift his head. This was not a good idea.
However, not only did Fang Juexia not cooperate, he even bit Pei Tingsong's hand that was reaching out to his chin.
"Ah, it hurts …" Pei Tingsong was angry and anxious. He pinched Fang Juexia's neck and forced him to let go.
"Look at how you bit me. Raise your head and look at these teeth marks. They're bleeding!"
Fang Juexia still did not raise his head. Not only did he not raise his head, but he also moved his butt to face the wall again. He did not feel guilty at all.
This time, Pei Tingsong's patience was exhausted. He shook his bitten hand twice and picked up Fang Juexia without saying a word. He carried him over his shoulder. Fang Juexia was like a small fish that had come ashore. He kept flapping his slippers. Pei Tingsong wrapped his arms around his legs and said, "Behave."
"I don't want to fly! I don't want to! "
Pei Tingsong was angry and amused at the same time. "What do you mean by flying? I want to fly too." He supported Fang Juexia's back and put him on the bed. He was so tired that he was panting. He was half lying on the bed and supported himself with both hands. "Fortunately, it's me. If you were with Ling Yi today …"
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly froze.
Fang Juexia was under him. His lips were half open and his chest was heaving up and down. He was trying his best to breathe. His beautiful eyes, which were always stubborn, were covered with mist. Even the way he looked at him was soft.
Pei Tingsong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. His breathing also began to become unnatural.
Probably because he had drunk alcohol, the corners of Fang Juexia's eyes were red and connected with the red birthmark that extended out. His skin was too white. When he was drunk, it turned pink as if it had been rubbed.
"Thirsty …" Fang Juexia twisted on the blanket. His head tilted to one side and he said in a sticky voice, "I'm thirsty."
Pei Tingsong pulled himself out of some unpleasant reverie and once again took on the responsibility of taking care of his brother. "Okay, I'll get you some water." He spent a long time stuffing Fang Juexia under the blanket. He was so hot that he took off his jacket and walked to the table.
Shouldn't he drink some hot water when he's drunk? Pei Tingsong looked for the kettle, but he didn't know how to use it. He studied it for a long time before he figured out how to boil water.
"It's so hot." Pei Tingsong glanced behind him. Fang Juexia was still obediently curled up in the blanket. He was mumbling something, but Pei Tingsong couldn't hear him clearly.
"It's so hard for me." Pei Tingsong turned back and whispered, "Let me tell you, I've never taken care of anyone in my life. I've always been taken care of. Seriously, Fang Juexia, you're so popular. You might be my ancestor in my previous life."
After waiting for the hot water to boil, he clumsily poured it out and almost scalded himself. The water had just boiled, so he couldn't mix it directly. He mixed half of the mineral water and tested the temperature before handing it to Fang Juexia.
When he got closer, he realized that Fang Juexia was memorizing the multiplication table. He had already memorized one round and was starting from scratch.
"Drink some water, drink some water." He lifted the blanket and was shocked. He was naked. "Hey, why did you take off your T-shirt?"
Fang Juexia lay on his side and faced Pei Tingsong. He wriggled to the edge of the bed. "I'm hot."
"You'll catch a cold later!" Pei Tingsong rolled him up in the blanket and handed him a glass of water. "Drink some water."
Fang Juexia gulped down the entire cup under his feeding. He smiled at him in satisfaction, his smile sweet and soft. It was as if he was a completely different person.
"Close your eyes and sleep."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Juexia obediently closed his eyes.
He was quite obedient. Pei Tingsong subconsciously reached out his hand and almost touched Fang Juexia's soft hair. But he quickly stopped.
What was going on?
Pei Tingsong quickly stood up. He wondered if he was drunk too.
Why did he involuntarily want to touch his head?
"It's so hot." Pei Tingsong took off his shirt with one hand and walked into the bathroom with his pajamas.
He needed to take a shower to calm down.
While taking a shower, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but think of what Shang Sirui said when they were drinking. Could it be that the popularity who didn't come to an agreement with the program team was really the person who replaced Fang Juexia?
They were in Astar together, so they should be trainees at the same time.
Seven Luminaries was now the most popular boy group in the country. Liang Ruo had the best resources since his debut. He was the lead dancer, the assistant lead singer, and the choreographer was almost fixed in the opening and ending positions. He had already been a resident of two satellite variety shows. Although he had countless fans and haters, he had the support of a big company after all, so his journey was smooth.
He was aiming for the cake of escaping with his life. He definitely wanted to establish a high IQ persona for himself.
Pei Tingsong never understood the operation of establishing a persona. A fake was a fake. The more real it was, the more unbearable it would be when exposed.
He couldn't help but think about how Fang Juexia felt when he heard the news about Liang Ruo. Would he feel that it was a pity? Would he be sad?
If … If he wasn't forced to leave Astar, what would happen now?
They probably wouldn't …
"Bang bang bang!"
The continuous smashing sound woke Pei Tingsong from his thoughts. He turned around and was so scared that he almost slipped and a series of f words burst out. Fang Juexia, who he thought was asleep, suddenly appeared at the bathroom door. He leaned against the frosted glass door and slapped the bathroom's glass wall with his hand. "Let, let me in!"
The fogged glass made his figure look even more sneaky. Pei Tingsong leaned against the wall and grabbed a bath towel to wipe the water off his body.
Fang Juexia's face was pressed tightly against the glass, so much so that his face was distorted. "My eyes are broken. Why can't I see clearly …" He slapped the glass door a few more times. "I've already counted to 100. I've caught you!"
It was over. He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Pei Tingsong hurriedly changed his clothes and opened the bathroom door. In the end, Fang Juexia, who was always ready, pounced on him and hugged him tightly.
"I, I've caught you!"
He wasn't wearing any clothes. He threw himself into Pei Tingsong's arms half-naked like a three-year-old child. Pei Tingsong had to go along with him. "Yes, you've caught me. You win. Can we sleep now? "
Fang Juexia looked up and blinked his watery eyes. "Sleep?"
"Yes, sleep." Pei Tingsong dragged him onto the bed and stuffed his hands and feet under the quilt. "Look at your body. It's cold. If you continue like this, I won't care about you anymore."
"No." Fang Juexia hugged his arm. He looked so aggrieved that he looked like he was about to cry.
Just as Pei Tingsong was feeling sympathetic, Fang Juexia called out sweetly, "Little Abacus ~" He stubbornly reached out and scratched Pei Tingsong's chin. "Little Abacus, are you hungry? I'll go get you some dog food ~ "
"I'm not your dog!" Pei Tingsong grabbed his hand. "Fang Juexia, look carefully. I'm Pei Tingsong. I'm your …"
He paused, and Fang Juexia's watery eyes blinked as well.
After a second, Pei Tingsong continued, "I'm your teammate, okay?"
"I know, Little Abacus."
What a waste of words. Pei Tingsong sighed and tucked Fang Juexia in. He thought to himself, So be it. Now that Fang Juexia was acting like a child, he could only coax him like a child. "How about this, let's have a sleeping competition, okay? Whoever falls asleep first will be the champion! "
Fang Juexia blinked. "Then, is there a reward?"
"Reward …" Pei Tingsong asked, "What reward do you want?"
Fang Juexia's mouth twitched slightly. "I … I want Dad to be the old Dad again."
Hearing this, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but frown.
What did that mean? What did he mean by the old Dad?
But he couldn't dig into it now. This was Fang Juexia's private matter. He was drunk now, so he accidentally blurted it out. When he sobered up, he definitely didn't want anyone to pry into his privacy.
"Okay, I'll give you whatever you want. Let's start the competition soon!" After saying that, Pei Tingsong turned off the lights. Then, he remembered Fang Juexia's night blindness, so he turned on the bedside lamp. He went to his bed. He was already tired from the flight, and after going to the hotel for so long, he was already exhausted. Pei Tingsong lay on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief. He closed his eyes.
He repeated in his heart, praying that this guy would not go crazy again. Gradually, he was about to fall into a dream. His consciousness flowed out of his stretched body and scattered.
In a trance, he felt the quilt being pulled. Something moved from his feet to his side. Pei Tingsong's consciousness was blurry. He grunted. Then, he heard Fang Juexia's voice in his ear.
"Can I hug you to sleep, Little Abacus?"
Pei Tingsong, who almost fell asleep, suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the person beside him. His pair of innocent and pitiful eyes were looking at him.
He was going crazy.
"Don't you have a bed?" Pei Tingsong was helpless to the extreme. "You're already a big kid. You have to learn to sleep by yourself."
"But …" Fang Juexia pursed his lips. He wanted to say something, but stopped.
"But what?" Pei Tingsong looked at him like an adult.
Fang Juexia said in a pitiful tone, "But Dad came home today. I'm a little scared. He, he drank again. Will he scold me …"
His speech was devoid of the logic and order that Fang Juexia had in the past. He spoke like a panicked child. Even though it was just a jumble of words, Pei Tingsong understood the gist of it.
"He won't." He touched Fang Juexia's head. "Don't be afraid."
Fang Juexia sniffed and looked at him. "Little Abacus, my eyes are sick. Do you know that?"
Pei Tingsong nodded and touched his eyes with his fingers. "I know."
"Then will you hate me too?" Fang Juexia's eyes were watery, as if tears would fall in the next second. For some reason, Pei Tingsong's heart ached. It was a strange feeling.
"Of course not." Pei Tingsong pinched his cheeks. "Am I that kind of person? Bah, am I that kind of dog?"
Fang Juexia finally laughed. "Will you sleep with me?"
In the end, Pei Tingsong compromised. He was obviously a bad-tempered, rebellious, and unrestrained troublemaker. But every time he met Fang Juexia, he would compromise and do things that he would never do. It was as if this person had taken away all his rights to refuse.
"Of course I can." Pei Tingsong knew that someone would turn hostile the next morning. He might even think that he was taking advantage of him, so he took out his phone and opened the recording app. "You were the one who insisted on sleeping with me."
"Yes!" Fang Juexia immediately became happy. His tone became sweet, and his eyes lit up like two beautiful glass beads. Pei Tingsong's face was reflected in them. "Then can I hug you?"
Pei Tingsong was suddenly tongue-tied and his ears were burning. "Up, up to you." After that, he turned his back to Fang Juexia. He had lived for more than 20 years and had never shared a bed with anyone. This was his biggest compromise.
But less than a second after he turned around, Fang Juexia grabbed his clothes from the back and pulled gently. "I can't see you anymore."
"Fang Juexia, if you continue to act like a spoiled child, you'll regret it when you wake up tomorrow." Pei Tingsong sighed and turned around to face him. "Is this okay?"
"Yes!" Fang Juexia snuggled up and hugged Pei Tingsong's head like he was hugging a puppy. He even patted Pei Tingsong's back. "Little Abacus, go to sleep."
Pei Tingsong, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was curled up in Fang Juexia's arms. He was pressed against Fang Juexia's collarbone and didn't even dare to breathe loudly, let alone sleep.
"Sleep, sleep …" Fang Juexia began to sing randomly, as if he really wanted to coax a puppy to sleep. First, it was an off-key lullaby. Then, for some reason, he started to sing the snail and the oriole. He only knew how to sing the first line. The repeated Pei Tingsong finally couldn't take it anymore.
He pushed Fang Juexia's arm away and pulled him into his arms. He put his arm under his neck and wrapped his entire body in his arms.
"It's more comfortable when I hug you." He rested his chin on Fang Juexia's head and patted Fang Juexia's back gently. "Go to sleep."
Fang Juexia, who had a childish mind, copied him and patted Pei Tingsong's waist. He hugged him tightly. "Go to sleep, Little Abacus."
They finally settled down. Pei Tingsong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was the first time he and Fang Juexia hugged. It was a real and intimate hug, even though the two of them didn't do it willingly.
He used to firmly believe that he and Fang Juexia were two people walking on different trajectories. Once they crossed paths, the consequences would only be bad, not good.
So this moment came too suddenly and too unexpectedly.
If time travel really existed in this world, Pei Tingsong would probably be scared out of his wits when he transmigrated a month ago and saw this scene. Recalling what had happened over the past few days, Pei Tingsong felt as if they were forced into the same dramatic vortex. The more they wanted to separate, the closer they got to each other.
Sensing that Fang Juexia wasn't moving, Pei Tingsong reached for his phone and turned off the recording. But at this moment, the person in his arms suddenly raised his head and held Pei Tingsong's face with both hands. Under the dim light, he leaned forward and kissed him. Perhaps he wanted to kiss his chin, or perhaps it was his cheek, but unfortunately, their lips touched.
His breathing stopped.
"Thank you for being with me, Little Abacus." He smiled foolishly and then went back into Pei Tingsong's arms. He rubbed against his collarbone, found the most comfortable position, and closed his eyes.
Pei Tingsong's nerves seemed to be anesthetized. Until now, the dull feeling of his lips being hit still persisted. This time, there was no cellophane between them. It was completely soft. The feeling of touch in his memory was slowed down and elongated. They touched, sank, left, and bounced back. Four ounces of warmth and softness plucked at his heavy heartbeat. After the plucking, it could no longer calm down. It was getting faster and faster, so fast that he was afraid. With two chests pressed against each other, would the crazy rabbit in his heart wake up the little radish in Fang Juexia's heart?
Oh no.
He was attacked by a soft candy.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, and so long that he didn't even know how long it had been. His heartbeat didn't return to its normal frequency. This close hug gave it an endless stream of energy, making it jump crazily and energetically, regardless of Pei Tingsong's brain's resistance.
This was his first kiss.
Pei Tingsong tried his best to convince himself that he was cool, very cool. A kiss was nothing at all. Moreover, he had already tried it once when he passed the candy wrapper.
But his persuasion didn't seem to have much effect. His adrenaline kept rising, and the fragrance of Fang Juexia's shampoo confused his brain. He felt dizzy, and he couldn't breathe.
Although he was clearly exhausted, Pei Tingsong couldn't fall asleep. He didn't even dare to move, afraid that he would wake the person in his arms.
An unexpected kiss stuffed ten thousand butterflies into his chest. They flapped their wings and tried to fly out of his throat. They conspired to plan a tsunami in a sea filled with alcohol.
The innocent killer in his arms was finally tired and fell asleep. He was like a soft doll, motionless and obedient. In the whole world, only Pei Tingsong knew how powerful this beautiful weapon was.
As for him, he was just an idiot who was obediently hugging a small bomb.
He didn't know how long he slept, but a headache pulled Fang Juexia out of his deep sleep. His consciousness was faintly floating. His thoughts were in a mess, and he couldn't open his eyes. He only felt that his body was sore, so he moved. Who knew that he would immediately feel a pair of arms wrapped around him, tightening and patting his back.
He vaguely heard a familiar deep voice, with a hint of sleepiness. "Good boy …"
Good boy?
What kind of strange dream was this?
Subconsciously, he tightened his embrace, reducing the distance between them to almost nothing. Even though Fang Juexia wasn't sure if the voice he had just heard was real or not, his thigh had accidentally touched a certain part of her body. It felt too real to be real.
He suddenly came back to his senses and pushed away Pei Tingsong, who was still sleeping, and retreated to the side of the bed.
"Pei Tingsong!"
This was the first time he had been so emotional.
Pei Tingsong frowned. "What's wrong now …" He opened his eyes and saw Fang Juexia in the standard position of a woman who had been bullied. His sluggish brain finally woke up.
Sure enough, he knew it.
At this time, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but sigh at his genius of planning ahead.
"Wait, calm down." Pei Tingsong moved closer, but he actually wanted to take out his phone and show Fang Juexia the evidence.
But Fang Juexia didn't know what he was going to do. He only knew that when he woke up, he found himself half-naked in Pei Tingsong's arms, and the guy who seemed to be the initiator was still approaching. "You should be the one who should calm down." Then he coughed. "And your lower part …"
Lower part?
Pei Tingsong, who was not fully awake, looked down and then cursed in a low voice.
"This is a normal phenomenon in the morning, okay?" He looked shameless and scratched his messy hair. "You're also a man. What's there to fuss about? This is a sign that a certain function is normal. Don't you know? "
"Shut up." Fang Juexia didn't want to listen to his middle school science lecture. "Then why are you hugging me to sleep? Didn't you say that you're not gay? "He asked in his soul.
Pei Tingsong was speechless.
Shouldn't you ask yourself?
Last night, he called him Little Abacus and clung to him intimately, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he turned hostile.
Although he was angry, Pei Tingsong was very clear-headed. He knew that Fang Juexia was the kind of stubborn person who wouldn't turn back until he hit the South Wall, so he decided to get the evidence he had carefully kept. "Okay, I'll tell you why."
Fang Juexia suddenly panicked. His mind was in a mess, and this person kept approaching him.
Where was his shirt?
Pei Tingsong couldn't really be gay, could he? He couldn't get rid of this thought.
He stretched out his hand to resist, but Pei Tingsong grabbed his wrist. "Don't move." After that, he used his other hand to feel around the pillow. "Where did it go?"
"Let go of me." Fang Juexia's other hand started to struggle.
Pei Tingsong was really losing patience. He had to grab his other hand and press it on top of him. He looked condescending and did whatever he wanted. "I said don't move. Do you know how obedient you were last night? "
"You!"
"You turned hostile after sleeping with me …" He stared at Fang Juexia, and the hostility in his eyes softened. "Be obedient. When I find … "
Before he could finish speaking, there was the sound of someone banging on the door, followed by Ling Yi's piercing voice.
"Dang dang dang dang! Kaledo team special! Early morning raid inspection! "
F * ck.