"Baby."

The blackout curtains in the bedroom remained open, and the only light in the room was the bedside sleep lamp, which gave off a dim, warm circle of orange light.

On the wall there were two faint, indistinct shadows, gilded by the warm yellow light, like waves flowing in the wind on the surface of a lake.

Lin Jian is the flat boat in the deep ripples of the water.

It turned out that when he first came to the Shen family when he was small, Shen Ke often joked that he was a "milk ball", and then he followed Shen Ke to live for a period of time, and after the two of them slowly got acquainted with each other, Shen Ke said that he looked like a soft ball, but in fact, he was hard-tempered in his bones, and that his icy cold little ball could make people shiver with coldness, so the gag became "snow ball". He was so cold that he could make people shiver when he wasn't paying attention, so his nickname became "Snow Dumpling".

Later on, the frosty and cool child grew into a lonely and reticent young man, and with the time also tends to become a cold and detached youth, cold and untamed nature is the same as always remained unchanged.

But at this moment, even a person who is as hard and strong as frost and snow melts instantly into a rippling and clear water.

Lin Jian never knew that he could sweat so much.

Even though he had taken a shower not long ago to wash off all the soot and sweat from the day's exposure outside, he was now once again inevitably covered in wet sweat.

Contrary to his lustful eyes, Shen Ke's movements and demeanor were still calm and gentle.

His fingertips brushed lightly over Lin Jian's hair and the side of his face, finally stopping at the corner of his chin and mouth, Lin Jian slightly tilted his head, and his sharp, hot breath overflowed and spilled onto his fingers.

And then he cried out in a low, mute voice, as if with difficulty, "Shen Ke."

"I am." Shen Ke lifted his jaw with his knuckles and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Lin Jian is actually not afraid, after all, the person embracing him now is Shen Ke, the unattainable of his teenage years, and his dream that has remained unchanged after the passage of time.

As a young boy, he felt that Shen Ke was like a towering mountain of green pines that no one could climb.

When he was a teenager, he felt that Shen Ke was like an earthly guest who laughed at the coldness and sadness of the world, who was in it, but never sank into it.

And now--

He found Shen Ke's eyes in his disoriented vision, and when he met the warm and quiet light of those eyes, he felt as if he was like a distant and deep winter sea.

The tides come and go, the waves surge, he always calmly and calmly watched the sun dusk and dusk overlap and turn, just like looking at the sadness and joy of this world love and hate.

And Shen Ke is the sea, he is like starlight.

With each of his nameless waves jumping and jumping, with each of the waves coming to drown themselves, beside him, Lin Jian never moved with the waves, letting things go, until they were completely swallowed up and drowned by the huge silent sea level.

Lin Jian's forehead was deep into the pillow, and his neck and back were covered with a slight tidal wave of blood color, like the rouge clouds that tinted the sky red, and one of Shen Ke's arms was wrapped around his body, and his slightly hot palm was pressed ironically against his heart - his heart was beating in his palm.

And just a second before Lin Jian's thoughts were about to be disconnected, he suddenly felt a relief in front of him, and Shen Ke let go of him, turned around and got out of bed, leaving for a few moments.

When he came back, Lin Jian was lost in a daze and smelled a very faint fragrance, and some familiar ......

He remembered, it was the bottle of milk-flavored aftershower lotion in the bathroom.

"You-" Lin Jian could vaguely guess what he was doing with that, but still felt absurd and hot-faced, "You're not ...... "

Shen Ke re-embrace him, dyed a little bit of mute laughter fell in his ears, quickly ignited half of his body flame: "I did not expect that you will come to the door, and I can not use those things, so ......" Shen Ke's tone is like to consult with him, but the action is clean, even with a little bit of strong meaning, there is no intention to be polite with him. But the action was clean and sharp, even with a little bit of strong meaning, not the slightest intention to be polite with him.

"Did you use it just after the shower?" Shen Ke whispered, "Then just a little bit more, let me see what Designer Lin looks like inside and out milky, okay?"

And Lin Jian can't say anything more about the good and the bad.

The tense nerve cord in his head repeatedly pulled and pushed, Lin Jian's face was half buried in the pillow, and drops of sweat snaked down from his forehead, sliding across the bridge of his nose to dampen the surface of the pillow, and in the intervals when he tried to loosen himself up as much as he could, he thought with a lax sense of consciousness--

That's ...... Shen Ke's hand.

Those hands had once led him through his bitter and troubled infancy, led him through his green and colorful youth, held his hand and taught him to write, carried his wrist and taught him to ride a horse, and now ...... actually led him again, into another strange and splendid other world.

This cognition just appeared, as if the heart of those dusty, deliberately repressed obscure thoughts all let fly, Lin Jian completely fell into the taboo-like unspeakable pleasure, originally the brain taut strings abruptly snapped, he suddenly reached behind his back, grasped Shen Ke's strong and thin wrists, his voice viscous sweet and blurred whispered:". ...... can."

Little did Petr know that it was the last time all night that he would ever, in its entirety, articulate a sentence.

He surrendered himself fully again without a hint of reservation, in bits and pieces, not exactly decent.

However, Shen Ke has accepted him wholeheartedly, and put together the fragmented pieces of him, and gently remodeled them.

Even in this chaotic situation, Shen Ke remains calm and rational, and this innate warmth and calmness gives Lin Jian the illusion of being in a situation that is half warm fire and half cold flame.

It was as if he was the only one who was disoriented and unconscious.

And so it was that Lin Jian's sanity returned for a brief second in between bits and pieces, and he climbed onto Shen Ke's arm around his shoulders and said in a muffled voice, "Let me turn around."

"I want to watch you."

Shen Ke's movements gave a slight lurch, and then he really did what he said, turning the person around very slowly, and the moment his spine hit the bed, they looked at each other in the shadow of the dim lamp.

One stunned and frenzied, the other full of pity.

Lin Jian opened his mouth in the misty vapor, but it was difficult to make a sound, only because Shen Ke's gaze seemed to be a silent hint, as if he had also loved him for a long, long time.

Inexplicable and huge sadness collided with the abundant and full sweetness at this time, Lin Jian eyes were moist, very softly shouted his name: "...... Shen Ke."

Shen Ke's eyes were hidden with a very light ethereal brightness, and with a sniff he leaned down to kiss him on his brow, the tip of his nose and the beads of his lips, commanding in a deep, slow, gentle voice, "Call me again."

"Shen Ke ......"

My world was originally a piece of broken wall, and you remodeled it with love, and the ruins are a city of joy.

And those hot and secretive love feelings of mine finally blossomed into a quiet flower in the dust after years.

Lin Jian's eyes are full of strong feelings, bright and clear, open and honest.

Shen Ke sees it, Shen Ke understands it.

So he kissed him again.

And then ...... Lin Jian finally gradually unable to support, originally cold and austere youth at this time sinking rout, mouth has been sporadic shouting Shen Ke name, but only in exchange for the other side of the endless, meticulous and long simmering.

Finally Lin Jian finally had the tendency to vaguely collapse, the hand climbing Shen Ke's neck was about to fall off feebly, and he spat out a few words from the crack of his lips with extreme impatience, "...... Little uncle."

"Uncle Junior ......"

Suddenly, all of Shen Ke's movements froze for a moment, but only a moment later, he once again clasped Lin Jian's ankle.

The hand on his ankle was so strong that it even gripped Lin Jian with some pain.

This time, Lin Jian felt that he no longer seemed to be maintaining the same level of sanity as he did in the water.

There is no end to the long, endless night.

Lin Jian is completely out of position.

In Shen Ke's slightly out-of-control lust and raging restrained occupation.

The pendulum above the bed turned round and round, and the sky outside the window shifted gradually from deep night to misty morning.

Lin Jian, after several rounds of life and death, finally exhausted, the whole person was circled in Shen Ke's arms, one by one from the back of the spine gently caressing to the heart, until the chaotic heartbeat under the palm of the heart returned to a normal frequency, Lin Jian raised the red eyelids, the gaze fixed and hazy look at the person next to him.

He was obviously exhausted, but he still refused to sleep, as if he was stubbornly and silently waiting for something.

Shen Ke went to pour a glass of warm water and came back, holding Lin Jian's shoulders and letting him lean in his arms. After feeding him a few mouthfuls of water, Lin Jian pursed his lips and shook his head.

Shen Ke put down the cup and re-circled the man in his arms, tugging the thin quilt over the back of his shoulders, and at the end of the sequence, the man in his arms was still staring at him with his eyes wide open and his gaze straight up.

Shen Ke thought of something and whispered in Lin Jian's ear, "Do you still have the strength to carry you to the bathroom to take a bath?"

Shen Ke's original stance was fairly firm, and since he hadn't prepared for it ahead of time, he didn't intend to dip into the person dipping his arms at several last minute junctures, but every time he sensed his intentions, Lin Jian would always pester him even more insistently.

It's as if they're stubbornly and persistently trying to leave something behind, to prove something.

So much so that at the end of the day, the sheets were so star-spattered and patchy that they were no longer readable.

But even though it's done, it's still best to organize and clean it in a timely manner.

But Lin Jian quietly looked at him for a long time, and then raspy voice, asked a question that almost made Shen Ke did not know how to answer, "...... can get pregnant?"

"......"

Shen Ke was slightly stunned, and then with a slight frown on his brow he began to reflect on himself and whether he had gone so far as to make a fool out of someone.

"...... That still shouldn't be." After a few moments, Shen Ke loses his smile helplessly and replies to him in a low voice.

"Oh." So Lin Jian winked and said, "That's it, then."

"......" Shen Ke had no other choice but to think that after the man fell asleep, he would come back to help him clean up, but Lin Jian, who was obviously so sleepy and tired that he couldn't open his eyes, never closed them to rest, and just watched with a little silent expectation. He looked at him with a bit of silent anticipation.

"It's dawn." Shen Ke nudged his eyelids with his fingertips and said warmly, "Get some sleep, okay?"

"......" Lin Jian's response had been a little slow, and it took several seconds before he acted as if he understood what he meant by that, and then shook his head in a slow, small-amplitude manner.

"So what else do you want?" Shen Ke was patient, "You name it, I'll get it."

"Want ......" Lin Jian responded to quickly this time, as if he was actually waiting for him to ask that behind a long silence, but just as he spat out a word, he pursed his lower beads of lips again, and after a long time, he said tentatively, " Want you to call out my name."

Shen Ke was slightly surprised.

But the eyes of the young man in his arms were pure and stubborn, and when the veneer of coolness was removed, only vivid and vivid emotions remained.

No one else but Shen Ke would ever see him look like that.

There is more piety than thirst, more innocence than demented desire.

Being gazed at by such a gaze for a long time, not to mention a name, could even give rise to the idea of giving him all the preciousness and treasures of the world, all of them.

Shen Ke thought, "As long as he wants it, as long as I have it.

Halfway through the day, Shen Ke sighed softly, slightly curving the ends of his eyes, and then a kiss with unspeakable pity fell on Lin Jian's thin red eyelids.

"Go to sleep." He called to him coaxingly, his voice warm and soft, "Baby."

Thus, Lin Jian received more love than he had expected.

The heart is satisfied and has no more regrets.

He finally fell into a deep sleep.

*

Shen Ke originally wanted to wait for Lin Jian to sleep and then clean up for him, but probably because his physical and mental exertion was too great, and also probably because all kinds of obsessive wishes had finally been filled up completely in this night, Lin Jian actually showed a rare stickiness after he fell asleep.

As long as Shen Ke slightly moved his shoulders, and pulled away from him by a millimeter, the brow of the obviously heavy sleeper would immediately and unconsciously knit up, and then instinctively, following the body heat in Shen Ke's embrace, he leaned over once again and threw himself into the crook of his arm.

If it had only happened once, it would have been a coincidence, but after Shen Ke tried it a few times, slightly surprised, and realized it happened every time, he was afraid to move.

It was only because of that last time that Shen Ke had just lifted the arm around his shoulder an inch, that the sleeper opened a slit in his eye, and with an irritable "tsk" he mumbled a muffled command, "Don't move."

Shen Ke: "......"

All right.

In the end, he completely gave up resistance, also do not care about the latter half of the night, the wound on the left arm by Lin Jian can not help under the unbearable scratch mess of the medical gauze, only to people back to the lock tightly, accompanied by him in the light of day after the dawn, dreaming of a human world scenery.

When Lin Jian woke up after a long, dark and sweet sleep, Shen Ke was indeed still with him.

He woke up much earlier than Lin Jian, but the man beside him always had his fingers on his wrist, as if he could sleep a little longer by taking advantage of his slow, strong pulse, so Shen Ke still didn't dare to move away.

Lin Jian opened his eyes very, very slowly, and the first thing that went straight to his nerve center was pain.

Sore eyelids and dry, sore throat.

Shen Ke leaned against the head of the bed, and at that moment, noticing that the person beside him had moved slightly, he lowered his eyes and looked over.

And then he met Lin Jian's still slightly bewildered eyes.

Originally cold and detached youth at this time the light of the eyes is still a little scattered, until Shen Ke quietly guarded for a long time, only little by little to refocus and bright.

"I ......" Lin Jian lay on his side, one hand still resting on Shen Ke's wrist, he deliberately ignored his raspy voice, pursed his dry lips, and asked, "How long have I been asleep? "

"Fourteen hours." Shen Ke replied.

No wonder, Lin Jian inclined his head to look through a gap in the heavy blackout curtains hanging in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and again drifted off to see the lush, dreary sky outside.

"It's been so long ah ......" Lin Jian seemed a bit incredulous and murmured in a low voice.

"Long time, I thought you'd sleep the full circle." Shen Ke falls from above him with a voice as soft as this moonlit night, "But now that you're awake, let's drink some water and then eat, shall we?"

Lin Jian nodded his head, after the huge double consumption of physical and mental strength, it was inevitable to replenish in time.

Until this time, he silently moved away from the hand on Shen Ke's wrist, and revert back to the clean and arrogant young designer, as if the last night's pestering or the early morning's stickiness, all with the sleep of this sleep over, after waking up Lin Jian is bound not to recognize.

Lin Jian's palms were propped up on the bed, and his upper body was about to get up as he slid out from under the covers, but the whole thing paused when his long legs moved slightly with the motion.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ke leaned over, warm palm over the inside of his knee, and asked softly, "Still sore?"

This posture and movement of his, plus the tone of his voice all overlapped inch by inch with certain unspeakable scenes from last night, Lin Jian topped his ears that had abruptly become hot again, squinted his eyes slightly, and asked rhetorically, half feisty and half vocally, "You heard that, huh?"

Last night, when Shen Ke had broken both his legs and held them in a front-to-back position for a long time, Lin Jian had whispered "sore legs" once, even with a hint of pleading that would have been impossible to hear in any other situation.

His voice was so slurred and fragmented that he assumed Shen Ke hadn't heard him; after all, the other man hadn't stopped, or let him go.

"Sorry." Shen Ke immediately smiled and apologized, admitting his mistake very quickly, just could not see much guilt, before asking in a serious tone, "Is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Jian moved his lips but did not make a sound.

No.

How.

After all, you're meticulous like that.

"...... I'm going to take a shower." Lin Jian face hot mouth cold cold down a sentence, crossed Shen Ke down the bed, not yet took two steps, the whole person abruptly stiff.

"How ......" Shen Ke frowned for a moment, thinking that he was really uncomfortable but trying to be brave and not say anything, and subconsciously reached out to help the man.

But before his fingertips touched Lin Jian's arm, Lin Jian's face changed rapidly, and then almost as fast as he could, he rushed into the bathroom door.

Shen Ke stood still and watched someone's back that disappeared in a gust of wind, at first a bit puzzled, but when his eyes landed on Lin Jian's long legs that flickered in and out of sight, he finally realized.

After the night, the liquid, which was already very light and thin, snaked down Lin Jian's straight and long legs and flowed to the bends of the legs.

Lin Jian stayed in the bathroom for a long time, during which Shen Ke first went to the room next to the shower, and then changed all the bedding in the master bedroom into new ones, and also took the time to change the medicine for the wound on his left arm again and bandaged it up, while Lin Jian had not yet come out.

Shen Ke walked to the bathroom door and did not open the door very abruptly, but gently knocked on the bathroom door and asked in a low voice, "Lin Jian, do you want me to help?"

"...... No, you're not allowed to come in." Lin Jian's voice sounded fairly composed, if one ignored the hint of a deliberately concealed blush.

"......" Shen Ke very cooperatively removed the hand that was already resting on the door knob, consciously not touching someone's face larger than life scales at this time, and simply reassured, "Okay, you're in no hurry. "

By the time Shen Ke's dinner order arrived, Lin Jian had finally finished his shower and came out of the bathroom wearing a navy blue silk suit.

His cheeks were slightly reddened by the heat of the bathroom, his half-dried hair hung down softly and obediently, and except for the transitional red lips that looked like some kind of ineffable allusion, the whole person actually did not have many obvious traces left behind after lovemaking.

This is also due to Shen Ke's unrivaled self-control.

Shen Ke poured dinner into the family's dinner plates and, instead of setting it out for the first-floor dining room, placed it directly on the round table on the patio outside the bedroom.

The room had been refreshed, the bedding had been changed, the glass doors of the floor-to-ceiling windows were half open, and the heavy blackout curtains had been pulled back.

The evening breeze of the height of summer brushed into the room from a distance, carrying with it the smell of the fresh, fresh grass in the yard.

Lin Jian walked out onto the terrace and saw two chairs on each side of the small round table, and one of the chairs was covered with soft, thick cushions.

Lin Jian: "......"

The eye winds into a knife.

The person who was hit perfectly first froze for a moment, after reacting, he had to pull Lin Jian's wrist with a smile, and personally helped the strong young man with refusal written all over his face to sit down on the chair with equipment, and did not forget to add a word of comfort after sitting down -

"I know you don't need it, but at least ...... take care of my fragile middle-aged male ego and don't reject it so bluntly?"

Lin Jian was first briefly confused for a while, and when he realized the deep meaning of his words "hurting the enemy by a thousand and damaging himself by a thousand and a half", he really looked at Shen Ke for a long time, but it was really hard to say anything to refuse.

And--

It's not that it's not needed.

It's actually kinda needed.

The two ate a very slow dinner with the moon and stars.

By the time Shen Ke had put the dishes in the dishwasher and returned to the bedroom, Lin Jian was still standing on the terrace, gazing into the distant sky.

Shen Ke walks over, stands next to him, and asks, "What are you looking at?"

"Stars." Lin Jian raises his hand and points to a few bright stars in the distance and asks, "Remember, it was you who taught me that China has its own twelve constellations, and these are called quail heads in our astrological system."

"Shen Ke, I remember everything you said."

He turned his head, with a smile as bright and brilliant as the stars under his eyes, and said, "When you say you can see the head of a quail in the summer, it means the next day will be a good day."

"...... Right." Shen Ke lifted his arm around Lin Jian's shoulders, touched the corner of his lips very lightly to his forehead, and said to him once again in the serene and distant midsummer night--

"Lin Jian, every day we have ahead of us will be a good day."