Shang Shujue was awakened by the heat in the middle of the night, touched Song Yanqing and found that he was not covered by any blankets. He was immediately startled awake.
He tugged at the blanket, fidgeted for a while, and before he could even cover Song Yanqing with the blanket, he woke him up first.
But he was completely dazed and confused, as if he couldn't distinguish between reality and the illusion of a dream. Something seemed off, but Shang Shujue didn't notice.
"Don't move around, I'm pulling the blanket up. You still have a cold, you can't let the cold wind blow on you again."
Shang Shujue felt Song Yanqing's hand slip inside the blanket, and grabbed his waist, trying to pull him into his arms.
He patted his hand somewhat awkwardly, and after saying that, he successfully covered the two of them with the blanket. However, Song Yanqing remained silent, his eyes fixed on him.
His eyes were long and narrow and beautiful, with thick, curled eyelashes. When he lowered his gaze and stared at a certain spot, they were always full of affection, making people afraid to look him in the eye, lest they develop any false feelings.
He looked exactly like the protagonist in an ancient-style comic, with upturned eyes and phoenix eyes that were brimming with tears. At this moment, his eyes were dark and unpredictable, as if he were immersed in a dream. This made Shang Shujue's heart suddenly pound wildly, and he didn't even dare to look him in the eye.
"Phew... that was really comfortable... Song Yanqing, are you hungry now that you're awake? Can you still sleep? Want some midnight snack?"
Shang Shujue lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.
For some reason, he felt that Song Yanqing's gaze was like that of a cheetah locking onto its prey, which made him a little flustered. So he looked away and changed the subject haphazardly.
"Um."
Song Yanqing gave an ambiguous "hmm," and just as Shang Shujue looked up to ask more questions, he suddenly grabbed his chin and kissed his lips with perfect precision.
His kiss was fierce, imbued with an overwhelming aggression and possessiveness that he had never shown when he was sober, and that he had never revealed to Shang Shujue before, leaving him with no escape.
Shang Shujue's pupils contracted sharply, a moment of stunned disbelief flashing across his eyes. It took him a long time to come to his senses. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, but he didn't let his inner monologue slip out.
He was completely unaware of this, and simply raised his hand to push Song Yanqing's shoulder, wanting to ask him if he was crazy, but Song Yanqing instantly restrained his hands and spread his legs, making him unable to move.
Damn it! Why did that bastard Song Yanqing suddenly kiss me?! Is he still half asleep?! No way! Why should I be lying on the bottom, being taken advantage of by him? Wait! That's not the point! The point is, that bastard Song Yanqing... he... he... he...
Shang Shujue sensed something; his pupils trembled, and his face instantly turned red and white. He suddenly realized something very clearly: Song Yanqing's feelings for him were probably more than just brotherly affection... So, when he said he didn't want to be friends, it was... it was...
What brother would betray his best friend...? How does he feel right now? Disgust, revulsion, or utter inability to accept it? It seems... none of these emotions... He's even a little happy...
Damn it! No matter what! He can't be on the bottom! He has to be on top, and Song Yanqing has to be on the bottom! Otherwise, he won't do it! He knows that being on the bottom is going to be a real pain!
"Smack!"
" Song Yanqing, calm down, you bastard!"
Shang Shujue struggled to break free of the restraining hands and reflexively slapped Song Yanqing across the face. The other man was knocked to the side and seemed to freeze in place.
Shang Shujue stared blankly at his palm, which was still aching slightly after hitting someone. His fingertips trembled slightly, and even his pupils trembled slightly. He lay half-reclined on the headboard, panting heavily, not daring to look at Song Yanqing's expression, and didn't know how to react.
Shang Shujue's mind was in complete turmoil, her heart was in turmoil, and she was a complete mess, unable to sort things out or untangle them...
Does your hand hurt?
Song Yanqing seemed to have just come to his senses. He seemed to have calmed his breathing, but his voice was still hoarse, as if it had been suppressed for a long time before being squeezed out of his throat, with an obvious tremor, like apology mixed with fear and despair...
"Sorry... I thought I was still dreaming... Did I scare you?"
By the moonlight, Song Yanqing looked up at Shang Shujue beneath him. His face was flushed pink, his eyes were misty with tears, his lips were red and moist, the corners of his lips were slightly chapped and swollen, and his chest heaved, revealing a look of utter grievance from being bullied so badly...
"You! Song Yanqing, you bastard! How could you have such a dream in front of me! You have no shame! Have I been too lenient with you all this time?!"
Hearing Song Yanqing's words, Shang Shujue was stunned for a while before realizing what he meant. In an instant, she was filled with shame and anger. She couldn't hold back her anger and slapped him again to vent her frustration. She wanted to get out of bed and go to the bathroom to calm down, letting him handle it himself.
But before he could even touch the edge of the bed, his arms were grabbed again and he was pinned to the bed. Before he could even react, he met the gaze of Song Yanqing, whose eyes were red and moist, as if he had been hurt by something.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if trying to smile, but the smile was extremely awkward. His voice grew increasingly hoarse as he spoke, as if he were enduring immense pain and emotional turmoil, a feeling of something stuck in his throat, causing him unbearable suffering.
" Shang Shujue, you sensed it, didn't you? You think I'm disgusting, right? Don't you know why I have such a dream? I've really had enough!"
Before Shang Shujue could respond, Song Yanqing became engrossed in the sorrow of being rejected by his beloved.
All he could think about was the "what's the point" mentality. "Since he already hates you, why not make him hate you even more?" So he kissed Shang Shujue's lips again.
This time, it was even fiercer than the previous kiss. It was more like a bite than a kiss. Shang Shujue couldn't break free after regaining her senses. Furious, she could only tear at each other's lips and teeth.
[Damn it! What's wrong with Song Yanqing?! When did I ever find him disgusting?! Damn it! His kissing skills are awful... it hurts like hell!]
The group, who had been fast asleep, were jolted awake from their dreams. This was a juicy juicy story! Kissing skills? What kissing skills?!
"Holy crap! What are Mr. Song and Brother Jue doing upstairs? Kissing in the middle of the night? Hehehe... I can't sleep now!"
"Wow, what a juicy scoop... How bad is Mr. Song's kissing skill? Even Brother Jue was internally criticizing it, hehehe... What should I do if I want to eavesdrop?"
"Ahem, I advise you to just think about it, otherwise you're in big trouble... Ahem, why is there no sound? Where's Brother Jue's inner thoughts? What happened next? I'm so curious!"
Shang Shujue's inner voice suddenly exploded, bringing Song Yanqing back to his senses somewhat. He opened his eyes blankly and saw Shang Shujue with her eyes closed, her cheeks slightly flushed. Apart from being a little angry, she didn't seem to feel disgust or aversion...
A-Jue didn't hate me, and even let me keep kissing him... Could it be that he actually... actually likes me too...?
Song Yanqing's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts. Excitement and joy quickly took over his brain, suppressing his previous reckless and crazy impulse, and replacing it with reason and emotion.
Shang Shujue felt that Song Yanqing had stopped kissing and nibbling. He opened his eyes with a slight tremor and saw that Song Yanqing's lips were still pressed against his. He was a little stunned, but he quickly reacted and immediately pushed Song Yanqing away and punched him.
" Song Yanqing! Damn it! I'll beat you to death!"
Song Yanqing was struck squarely by Shang Shujue's punch. He immediately lost all composure in pain, collapsing onto the bed, clutching his injured shoulder and gasping for breath...
" Song Yanqing, get up! Don't pretend, I'm going to beat you to death today, get up!"
Seeing Song Yanqing sprawled on the bed, panting heavily, Shang Shujue assumed he was faking it, so he kicked Song Yanqing's buttocks, trying to get him up and fight him.
The words were spoken, but the other person remained motionless, only breathing heavily, with faint blood seeping from their back...
His pupils trembled slightly, and he lunged forward instantly, " Song Yanqing! You're not faking it, are you? Your wound has reopened and is bleeding. I'll re-inflict the blood... Damn it!"