Lu Xunji didn't say anything, but closed his eyes and hugged him, nuzzling against him.
Xie Ji felt somewhat uncomfortable, especially after seeing the little figure drawing earlier; he felt that this posture just didn't look right.
Having already obtained the English phrase, Xie Ji, supporting himself on Lu Xunji's waist and abdomen, started to climb onto the bed. "Uh, well, I'm going back to sleep..."
Just as he was freed from Lu Xunji's legs, the arm around his waist tightened and pressed him back down. Xie Ji was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, frantically reaching out and grabbing at the ground. "Lu... Lu Xunji!"
Lu Xunji whispered in his ear, " Xie Little Ji... did I give you a chance?"
Xie Ji's waist was pressed down by a hand, and he couldn't struggle at all.
"I let you sleep soundly in bed, I was so far away from you... and you suddenly came over to tease me." Lu Xunji pinched his fingers, forcefully pulled him, intertwined their fingers, and spoke in a tender tone, but the words made Xie Ji's scalp tingle. "Is this how you straight men play with people?"
Xie Ji: "..."
Although he did come over on his own initiative, he had absolutely no intention of doing so!
He genuinely just wanted to know what the English phrase Lu Xunji had recited meant!
Indeed, one shouldn't be too eager to learn!
Lu Xunji hugged his waist and chuckled softly.
Xie Ji was completely at a loss. The sound of fabric rubbing together through the two layers of cloth was even more ambiguous in the quiet night.
" Lu Xunji, you!"
Xie Ji's legs were pinned down, and he braced himself against Lu Xunji's waist and abdomen with his hands, letting out a low cry of disbelief.
How can someone be so outrageous?!
"Mmm." Lu Xunji's warm breath lingered in my ear, and the surrounding air seemed to heat up as well. His seductive voice was husky and sexy. "Don't move, sweetheart."
Xie Ji: "..."
I really am.
Lu Xunji let out a muffled groan in his ear. "Heh..."
Xie Ji: "..."
Oh no, he got his pleasure again.
Xie Ji nestled in Lu Xunji's arms, and had no choice but to cover his face with his hands.
As long as it's not visible, it didn't happen; being seen through clothes by a gay man... none of that exists!
The temperature under his palms rose, Xie Ji knew his face must be burning hot. He breathed softly, not daring to make a sound.
Xie Ji's waist was very limp; he lay back in Lu Xunji's arms, his body rising and falling with Lu Xunji's breath.
Lu Xunji lowered his head, turned his head and kissed Xie Ji's chin, his tongue swirling away the fine beads of sweat on his skin. "Baby, you're so good."
Xie Ji: "..."
That's enough, really enough.
Every day that she reconciled with Lu Xunji was a day that pushed her to new lows.
Xie Ji raised his hand, shoved Lu Xunji's face away, and said angrily, "You better change, bro, you—"
Chirp.
Before she could finish speaking, Lu Xunji grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply, biting her lip and stealing all the air she needed to breathe.
Xie Ji: "Not you...?"
Chirp.
Xie Ji: "Damn, don't go too far."
Chirp.
Xie Ji: "I'm convinced, I'm truly convinced, you're just too amazing, bro."
Chirp.
Xie Ji: "I hate Nantong."
Chirp.
After the kiss ended, Xie Ji lay on the beanbag chair, his golden hair cascading down his back, his lips red, his mouth agape as he breathed, unable to utter a single word.
Lu Xunji then held him tenderly for a while, satisfied, before going into the bathroom, wetting a towel, and carefully wiping the sweat off his body.
Xie Ji stared blankly at the light on the ceiling, his mind as white as the light itself.
Lu Xunji lowered his eyes, his gaze sinister, and nuzzled against his lips, whispering, "Sleep."
Xie Ji obediently closed his eyes.
After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom. Xie Ji felt numb on one side of his body. He turned around, hugged the quilt, buried his face in it, and cried bitterly inside.
If this continues, it'll eventually become like Nantong!
Lu Xunji changed into his pajamas, came out, and hugged Xie Ji to sleep.
Xie Ji grunted and mumbled, but didn't say anything.
Lu Xunji saw right through the straight man's thoughts and comforted him, "Sorry."
"It's alright, I don't care at all." Xie Ji twisted the strap of his pajamas, emphasizing each word, "I... don't... blame... you... at... any... point. After all, we're brothers, it's only right that I help you when you're having an attack."
Lu Xunji looked down at him. "A brother who engages in borderline sexual behavior?"
Xie Ji: "..."
Xie Ji pulled away from his embrace and pointed at him, saying, "None of this is your concern. I said we're brothers, so we're brothers."
Lu Xunji raised an eyebrow. "If you get together, you'll still be brothers?"
"You! Ouch!" Xie Ji slapped the mattress, sitting up angrily. "You've really gone too far! I don't want to sleep with you anymore, I want to go back to my room."
Lu Xunji tilted his head. "Hmm? You're not dating anymore?"
Xie Ji covered his face, kicked wildly with a ferocious expression, then grabbed Lu Xunji's pillow, placed it in front of him, and used the pillow as Lu Xunji's face to punch him several times with all his might.
Lu Xunji watched quietly as he finished venting, then hugged his pillow and lay down, turning his back to him and saying dejectedly, "Go to sleep!"
"Mmm." Lu Xunji pulled him close. Xie Ji was holding his own pillow, so he shared one with Xie Ji, nuzzling his forehead against Xie Ji's neck. "Goodnight, sweetie."
Xie Ji: "..."
Speechless, truly speechless. Nantong can be just that unreasonable sometimes.
Perhaps because he had vented his anger, Lu Xunji's temper was noticeably better, and when he got up the next day, he resumed his habit of exercising in the yard.
In fact, Lu Xunji's emotions have always been very stable. Even when he is angry, he will not yell or shout. His voice and expression remain calm as always, so much so that no one can sense that there is anything wrong with his emotions.
He seemed to be used to suppressing his emotions, so Xie Ji felt particularly sorry for him.
Although Xie Ji himself doesn't usually lose his temper easily, he becomes noticeably more irritable than usual when he's sleep-deprived or has worries. This allows him to release his emotions, and he usually calms down after a few hours.
He dared not imagine how bitter it would be for someone to swallow all their emotions.
What kind of living environment shaped such a meticulous, instrument-like personality, where even emotions cannot be expressed?