Listening to Birds

57.
A slender and symmetrical arm stretches out from under the snow-white fluffy quilt as the person beneath it slowly sits up, the quilt falling to their waist. Ambiguous marks cover the exposed neck and chest.
房间里的窗帘紧紧拉着，灯也没有开，邢野不知道时间，也不知道自己睡了多久。
昏沉的大脑里最后的印象是被温承书抱着放进浴缸里，健硕紧实的腰挤进他用不上力的双腿-之间，温热有力的大手握住他纤细的脚腕。他的嗓子早早就哑了，身体浸在热水中，被热气熏得眼皮发沉，连开口讨饶的力气都使不出来，只能眯着眼睛，任由着温承书俯身贴近他，亲吻他，又将满池的热水扑出水花。
He reached out and touched the empty bed next to him, it was cold. Wen Chengshu must have gone to work, he accidentally overheard their schedule when he came in last night, it seems that there are very important things to do these days.
The phone was lost and Xingye was too lazy to look for it and didn't want to bother anyone.
Anyway, Wen Chengshu will come back, he will be there.
He raised his hand and gathered a handful of hair that fell on his face. His black long hair was soft and smooth, hanging down on his back like a waterfall. He reached out and turned on the bedside table lamp.
He lifted the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. Although his body was slightly sore, it was very dry and comfortable. Wen Chengshu had cleaned him up inside and out, and he even smelled a faint medicinal scent on himself. Sure enough, he saw several types of ointments on the bedside table the next second.
Xing Ye reached out and skimmed through the items he had brought over. There were pain relief remedies, as well as swelling reducers, with a pretty comprehensive range of effects. His throat felt sore and he wanted to drink some water. As he stepped on the carpet, Xing Ye distinctly felt his legs trembling.
——Too powerful!
Xing Ye blushed and thought proudly, not knowing what he was proud of.
He supported himself against the wall and poured himself a cup of warm water, then slowly took the cup and sat down on the nearby sofa, sipping the water with small sips, his mouth stretched to his ear, and his teeth clicked against the glass rim, making a slight sound.
Slept with Wen Chengshu.
On the sofa where I'm sitting now, on the bed I just lay in, in the bathroom I used last night.
His ears are slightly red, but he's not that shy anymore.
When Xing Ye put down his water cup, he saw the lubricant he used last night on the coffee table with the lid still open. He impulsively picked it up, squeezed out a little onto his palm, and played with the slippery, transparent liquid for a while with his fingertips. Feeling guilty, he then wiped it off with a tissue and crumpled the tissue into a small ball before throwing it into the trash can.
There's still a cigarette on the small table that belongs to Wen Chengshu.
Xing Ye curled up on the sofa, lit a cigarette, imitating the way Wen Chengshu looked in their video call. He leaned back slightly on the sofa, raised his chin, and bit the brown-yellow filter with his reddish and swollen lips.
Wen Chengshu's cigarette was more choking than usual, the bitter and sour smoke taste filled his whole mouth, and when the thin white smoke slid past his throat, there was a bit of a sharp stinging sensation, making his throat uncomfortable.
He slowly exhaled a thick white smoke from his mouth and coughed twice, thinking that he shouldn't let Wen Chengshu smoke this kind of cigarette in the future.
Will Wen Chengshu listen to him?
He should, right?
He thought for a moment, took a puff of his cigarette and unintentionally caught a whiff of the faint scent of incense filling the room, realizing suddenly that he had forgotten to open the window for ventilation.
As he got up from the couch, his legs felt weak and he knelt down on the carpet before managing to use the table for support to stand up again. As he turned his head, the door to the room clicked open and Xing Ye looked up.
Wen Chengshu, who came in from outside, looked at Xing Ye kneeling naked in front of the sofa and was stunned for a moment. He quickly walked over, took the cigarette that was about to poke his chin from Xing Ye's hand, and put it in his own mouth. His eyes were slightly narrowed by the smoke floating up. He reached out and hugged Xing Ye's slender shoulders, helping him up, and with the cigarette still in his mouth, he asked in a slightly slurred voice, "When did you wake up?"
"Just now."
In the embrace of Wen Chengshu, there was a layer of chilliness. Xing Ye took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his neck and pressed his warm body tightly against him. Wen Chengshu didn't wear any perfume, but his clothes smelled fresh from washing detergent. Xing Ye was mesmerized as he pressed his nose against Wen Chengshu's exposed skin outside his collar, feeling the warmth emanating from his neck.
温承书抬手把烟从嘴上拿下来，扬着下巴吐了缕烟，一条手臂环住他的腰：“睡得好吗？”
邢野摇摇头，鼻尖蹭着温承书的脖子，温承书微凉的嘴唇摩挲着他赤裸的肩膀：“想我了？”
Xing Ye buried his head in his shoulder, nodded vigorously, and murmured, "This cigarette is too harsh."
"Hm?" Wen Chengshu held him and sat down on the sofa, crushing the cigarette into the ashtray. He looked at Xing Ye's rosy lips and asked, "If it's harsh, why do you still smoke?"
"Don't smoke this brand," Xing Ye sat on his lap and looked up at him, "I took two puffs and my throat hurts."
Wen Chengshu smiled and hooked his chin, slowly leaning in, "Hmm, I won't smoke it anymore."
邢野没听懂他是说以后都不再抽这个牌子了，还是以后都不抽烟了，却也无暇顾及。
温承书的脸靠得太近了，鼻梁好高，睫毛也好浓密，薄薄的嘴唇让人忍不住想吻上去。
He gazed deeply into Wen Chengshu's eyes, unable to contain the tenderness and laughter that overflowed from them. His heart trembled like raindrops on withering autumn leaves, swaying and rocking with the entire world before him. Swelling with intense love, his heart became so soft that it seemed to melt away.
Xing Ye couldn't help but grab Wen Chengshu's hand and place it on his own chest, silently asking him to feel his crazily beating heart caused by him.
- Can you hear it?
Xing Ye closed his eyes and met his soft lips, focusing on the kiss with him.
—I love you.
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