Ji Xuan forced himself to calm down.

No, at least not now.

My brother was angry last time but he hadn't calmed down.

He bent down and took off Ye Jia's shoes. He held the young man's slender and white ankles with his cold hands. The temperature was far lower than that of ordinary people, causing the other party to subconsciously retreat, and was dragged back by Ji Xuan's ankles.

"Cold." The young man's voice came from above his head.

His tone was flat and a little slow.

Ji Xuan looked up at the other party.

Ye Jia lowered his head, his hair was slightly scattered, and his hair appeared in a kind of furry light under the bright light. His eyes were half-closing, and he was looking at him calmly.

Ji Xuan moved his hand upwards and held the other person's calves through his pants:

"What about now?"

Ye Jia thought about it and said "um" softly.

Honest is a bit too much.

Ji Xuan asked tentatively: "Brother, who am I?"

"Ji Xuan." Ye Jia replied slowly.

"What else?" Ji Xuan leaned forward, and the light above his head was cast, and the tall body was covered with shadows, as if he had consciousness and life, slowly trapping the young man in it. His voice had a coaxing meaning: "What else did you call me?"

If it were the same, if it were the usual, Ye Jia might have lifted him away long ago.

But at this moment, he thought about it and said slowly: "A Xuan."

Ji Xuan's Adam's apple rolled, his scarlet eyes were covered with light, and some dark and deep emotions flashed in his eyes. The sharp and sharp sense of aggression could almost turn into substance, accompanied by the gaze licking the other person's skin.

Ye Jia seemed to notice something strange. He raised his eyes and looked at the man who was standing on both sides of him, his brows frowned slightly.

Ji Xuan closed his eyes hard and clenched his teeth.

No, hold it back.

After a long time, he slowly let out a breath and opened his eyes.

The deep lust rolling inside the scarlet eyes was suppressed.

Ji Xuan raised his eyes and looked at the young man frowning in front of him with a steady look. He raised his hand, touched the other person's eyebrows with cold fingertips, and gently rubbed it:

"Don't frown."

Ye Jia blinked, he turned his head and chased Ji Xuan's hand with his cheek.

Ji Xuan was stunned.

The hot and delicate skin rubbed against the back of his hand, and the trembling feeling suddenly rose and spread out.

"...It's cold." Ye Jia half leaned against Ji Xuan's hand, thought for a few seconds, and said slowly.

As he said that, he pressed his forehead against him.

Although his face didn't change, his skin was filled with the high temperature after being drunk, which was as hot as charcoal for Ji Xuan.

Ye Jia felt that the cold thing on her pillow was suddenly pulled away.

He turned his head and looked towards the bed.

Ji Xuan stood there calmly, his expression gloomy and stared at Ye Jia.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "...get to sleep."

Yejia said "Oh" softly, but did not move.

After sitting for a few seconds, he looked up at Ji Xuan and said, "I haven't brushed my teeth."

“…”

Ji Xuan came forward with his fate and helped Ye Jia up.

The young man's waist is slender, and his flexible muscles tighten and relaxed as he walks. The curve of the waistline is very suitable for being held and palms, or being held in his arms.

Ji Xuan touched several times without any expression.

Although you can't eat it seriously, you can still take the opportunity to touch it.

He helped Ye Jia into the bathroom.

Yejia sat on the edge of the bathtub, his scattered hair was stroked behind his head, revealing his pale and smooth forehead. He lowered his eyes, and his long and straight eyelashes drooped deep shadows.

Ji Xuan half-squatted in front of Ye Jia, holding the toothbrush with slender fingers with distinct joints.

He squeezed toothpaste on his toothbrush: "Open your mouth."

Yejia opened his mouth.

His lips were thin, light and colorless, but at this moment he was stained with a light crimson due to drunkenness. The mucous membrane under his lips was bright red, and his teeth became more and more white and neat. The tip of his tongue obediently pressed against the teeth, looking moist and soft.

Ji Xuan felt that his endurance was at its limit.

He hurriedly stuffed his toothbrush into Yejia's mouth: "Come on."

Ye Jia blinked, not caring about the other party's sudden hardness, raised his hand and held the handle of the toothbrush and slowly started brushing.

Ji Xuan stood aside, deliberately separating a certain distance.

He raised his eyes.

In the mirror, the man's scarlet eyes were burning very strongly, his lips were pursed and his shoulders were tense, as if he was patient.

Ji Xuan's heart was fighting between heaven and man.

He could hear his ears buzzing, as if it was not Ye Jia who was drunk, but himself. The anxious heat burned him from the depths of his soul and tortured him, making it almost difficult for him to calm down and think about something.

The voice that advised me to endure was getting smaller and smaller, and I was almost unable to hear it now.

Suddenly, a "brush" sounded.

The sound of running water broke the frozen silence in the narrow space. Ji Xuan was shocked and turned his head to look.

I saw that Ye Jia had finished brushing his teeth at some point.

He leaned half of his body into the bathtub, grabbed the open spray head in his hand, and the steaming water gushed out, instantly wet half of his upper body's clothes.

Ye Jia seemed to notice Ji Xuan's gaze.

He looked over slowly and said:

"bath."

The thin shirt was pressed against his body, outlining tight and smooth muscle lines, and the pale and delicate texture of the skin was vaguely visible.

Ji Xuan felt a string in his brain break.

*

As the sky turned, Ye Jia felt that he was being pushed against the wall heavily, and a cold and hard touch came from his spine. Through the wet clothes, he pierced into his nerves like a needle, which made his mind clear in an instant.

...What's going on?

There seemed to be a sound of water flowing in my ears, and the lights above my head were bright and dazzling, making me dizzy.

Where is this?

However, before Ye Jiasi could understand, he was suppressed tightly.

His lips were licked and bitten hard, and a deep sense of oppression came from his chest, making him almost unable to breathe.

The temperature beside him rose rapidly with the steam. Ye Jia felt that his cheeks were so hot, but the body in front of him brought a comfortable coolness. In this dizzy and sticky mud, he pulled him deeper and deeper.

But, something in my mind was struggling and screaming.

Instinctively predicted the sense of danger and turned the world deep in his subconscious.

Yejia raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty.

The man's familiar face was very close, with water vapor on his high nose bridge and eyebrows, which made his eye sockets look deeper and burning.

"Let go..." Ye Jia was startled by his voice.

The dumbness could hardly hear the original tone, and the voice was gasping for a slight trembling, almost swallowed by the sound of water.

Ji Xuan seemed to notice Ye Jia's awakening and laughed softly: "Brother, you are awake."

He bent down, rubbed his nose affectionately against the tip of his nose, and murmured:

"It's too late."

Ye Jia chaoticly pressed against the other party's chest.

He felt something irregular in touch under his palm.

In the shaking sight, Ye Jia swept, and on Ji Xuan's chest, the huge scar was undulating, and it looked even more dazzling on his pale skin. After Ji Xuan was exposed to his illness, the illusion was removed, and his scars were crossed one by one.

The first one was left when Ye Jia tore his chest open, while the second one was left forcibly transferring his wound to his body.

Ye Jia asked in a divine question:
To be continued...