[Where are those two going?]
[ Xiao He looks like she went to the toilet.]
[This Demon Dragon gets an itch when it sees people pooping.]
Wow! That's so rough, so incredibly rough.
[I'm like that sometimes too. I don't want to go to the toilet, but when I see other people going, I suddenly want to go too (laughing and crying)]
Wen He jogged into the restroom. The public places here were very clean, and there was a faint smell of air freshener when she entered.
Wen He entered the toilet stall, and a moment later he bumped into Ji Chi at the sink.
What are you doing here?
Ji Chi dried his hands with a tissue, then handed the other person a brand new floral tissue, and asked, "Why are you allowed to go to the toilet but I'm not?"
here we go again...
"I was just asking," he said, tossing the tissue into the trash can, and the two walked outside side by side.
It was afternoon, and Wen He, who had been feeling slightly sleepy, suddenly felt more energetic after coming out of the restroom.
Ji Chi stepped forward, took his hand, and the two walked in the opposite direction of the beach.
How about we go for a stroll around the Peking Opera Garden?
Wen He thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay."
Anyway, everyone's still sleeping...
Ji Chi didn't let go, holding the other person's wrist with his palm and leading her forward. With no cameras around Wen He naturally became much more lively.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, sea-salty air into his lungs.
Actually, he was grateful to the production team...
He had never traveled far before, spending most of his time holed up in his rented room, only occasionally going to the hospital...
After participating in the show, he went to many places, met many people, including Ji Chi.
The two followed the route forward until a few green leaves fell onto the pebbles on the ground.
Pear blossoms typically bloom from March to May, but since it's not the peak season for pear blossoms now, there are naturally very few people strolling around here.
Ji Chi released his grip, letting Wen He walk freely.
"There are no pear blossoms, but there are seashells." Wen He touched a string of small seashells hanging down, her wrist burning... that was Ji Chi's warmth.
"Hmm, do you want to hang it up? I saw some for sale in the distance." Ji Chi, with his hands in his pockets, looked at the boy with a tenderness and doting gaze he had never shown in front of the camera before.
"Yes, Ji Chi, let's go take a look," Wen He jumped from the muddy surface onto the gravel path, reached out and took Ji Chi's large hand, and ran towards the stall in the distance.
Wen He liked holding Ji Chi's hand; it was warm and reassuring.
Wen He held a small string of colorful seashells in his hand, raising it high towards Ji Chi, "Look, it's glowing."
The thin seashell shimmered with an unusual light under the sunlight.
Ji Chi paid the bill, and the two strolled back into the pear orchard.
Wen He wanted to find a tall tree and tie the seashell to its branches.
Gradually, they drifted further and further away from the crowd, and all they could hear was the sound of the wind and the low calls of birds.
"This is fine?" Ji Chi kicked a pear tree in front of him with his toe. The trunk wasn't very thick and it didn't look very old.
"Mmm." Wen He selected a branch that she could reach, stood on tiptoe, and hung the string of seashells in her hand on it.
A cool breeze blew by, the leaves above rustled, and many tender buds and withered leaves drifted down. A small green leaf floated down and landed on the back of Wen He's neck.
A gentle breeze blew, and the hanging seashells tinkled and jingled.
" Ji Chi, Ji Chi, do you think it's pretty?" Wen He Wen He pointed at the little seashells he had hung up and tugged at Ji Chi's sleeve, wanting everyone to admire his work.
"Hmm, beautiful," Ji Chi said with a smile in his eyes. He stared at Wen He He's smiling eyes, reached out and poked at the dimple on his lips. His fingertip sank in, and his heart sank in as well.
A tickling sensation ran down the back of his neck with his movements, as if something foreign was crawling on his neck.
Wen He reached out to scratch, but only fell deeper.
" Ji Chi, please help me check, something has fallen into my clothes!"
"Hmm, don't move." Ji Chi reached inside his collar, his fingertips touching the pear leaf. He feigned a startled cry, "There's a bug!"
"Ah!!! Get it away!! Hurry!" Wen He jumped up and down in shock, hopping around rapidly and grabbing his collar in an attempt to shake the bug off.
Tears welled in his eyes, making them misty Ji Chi reached out, scooped him up, tossed him aside, and patted his back to comfort him, "It's alright, it's gone."
"Really?" Wen He sobbed softly, reaching up to touch his neck. He felt unclean all over.
"Hmm, it's not a bug, I misread it, it's a leaf," Ji Chi, holding the tender leaf between his fingers to the boy's slightly red eyes.
Wen He raised her hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, took the tender leaf he offered, and breathed a sigh of relief.
What he's most afraid of are those hairy, soft worms... as long as they're not soft worms...
Ji Chi pulled Wen He into his arms. Wen He leaned against the pear tree, studying the green leaves in his hand. Ji Chi raised his hand to wipe away the wet tears from the corners of the boy's eyes.
The boy was crying so pitifully... his eyes were red, even the tip of his nose was red, and his small lips looked like jelly... I wonder if they were bouncy and chewy.
Ji Chi tightened his grip on his waist, his fingertips sliding from the corner of his eye down to his soft, pink lips, gently pressing...
It is indeed very soft...
Unbeknownst to them, the distance between them grew closer and closer. Wen He 'Wen He, wet eyes met the other's almost infatuated gaze, and her pupils contracted slightly... The other's breath grew closer and closer.
Wen He gently leaned his head against the pear tree, his trembling fingertips clutching Ji Chi's collar...
"Ji... Ji Chi..."
Her voice was soft...
" Wen He... kiss me."
Ji Chi, his voice hoarse, pressed his fingertips against Wen He's lower lip again and again.
Wen He wanted to retreat, but there was nowhere to retreat. His lips became increasingly itchy as the other person rubbed them... and his heart became increasingly itchy as well. His brain felt as if blood was rushing to his head... and in just an instant, his whole body turned red and hot.
He gripped the collar tightly, his calves trembling and weak. The hand around his waist tightened slightly to help him steady his limp body.
"No... you can't do this."
Ji Chi lowered his head, his nose brushing against Ji Chi's, his eyes seductive, their hot breaths mingling, his voice magnetic yet trembling, "Good friends... kiss each other... you're my best friend, don't you want to kiss me?"
Do best friends kiss each other?
Am I Ji Chi's good friend? Should I...?
Wen He was anxious... her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, and her eyes filled with tears again, which slid down her cheeks.
He closed his eyes, his lips trembling, his fingertips gripping Ji Chi's collar tightly, and he stood on tiptoe, still feeling a little weak, to kiss him.
So soft... like a marshmallow...
Wen He stuck out her tongue and gently licked it... It tasted sweet.
Tears welled up in his eyes and slid down in large drops like pearls. Ji Chi felt a shiver run through his body from that final touch.
He reached out and pinched his waist, then lowered his head and kissed him again. Unlike Wen He's light, Ji Chi's kiss was intense, leaving Wen He somewhat overwhelmed.
His jawline throbbed slightly, and his entire mouth felt numb. Ji Chi wiped away the tear stains from the corners of his eyes, then pulled him into his arms to calm him down.