Because it was daytime, even if Wen Qing closed his eyes, he could still feel the light from the outside world.

The light dimmed, as if someone had passed by the bed.

Someone was still touching his belly, and Wen Qing's body trembled involuntarily as the cool fingertips stretched from the navel to the waist.

He rubbed his palms against his skin, massaging gently.

Wen Qing's waist was itchy and numb like an electric shock.

As before, he couldn't open his eyes, his mind was chaotic, his hands and feet were heavy, and the only thing that was clear was the touch on his skin.

Even the voices in my ears were vague.

Game background music, the roar of zombies.

It seemed to be mixed with vague human voices, as if someone was talking.

"……smell……"

"strawberry……"

Wen Qing didn't know if it was someone in the game talking, or if someone was really standing beside him chatting.

He felt the opponent's hand pause, and then something fell on his stomach.

Cool and sticky, it flows down the white line of the abdomen.

"...so astringent..."

"...can... fuck?"

"No," someone whispered, and he said softly, "too early."

Wen Qing flexed his fingers, and always felt that these two voices were familiar, as if they were often heard.

who is it?

Yes……

His chaotic brain turned with difficulty, and just a second before he was about to think about it, there was a lot of heat on his stomach, rubbing against him.

It was like a heated detector, examining his abdomen, and as time passed, the temperature became higher and higher, and there was a faint smell of fishy mutton.

I don't know how long it took, and finally spared his stomach.

Wen Qing vaguely heard footsteps, followed by the sound of opening and closing the door.

The next second, his hand was held.

A hand bigger than him was placed on the back of his hand and clasped lightly.

Wen Qing's fingers trembled slightly, her palm became hot, and she was holding something.

He subconsciously wanted to push away, but he couldn't exert any force at all, so he could only let the other party dominate his fingers.

The man pressed his hand and moved up and down.

The other party seemed to be dissatisfied, and the action paused.

Soon, Wen Qing felt that she was being hugged.

He was held in his arms by a man taller and stronger than him.

The man's head rested on his shoulder, and his rapid breathing brushed against his ears.

Wen Qing moved her nose slightly, and smelled a faint mint scent, which was nice and familiar.

He leaned weakly against the man's arms, like a doll, letting him play with it.

Wen Qing's head was dizzy, until his palm seemed to be washed by hot water, he slowly realized something, and became more and more resistant.

He bent his fingers, barely scratching the back of the other's hand.

Wen Qing felt that she had scratched very hard, but the other party just laughed softly and played with his fingers affectionately.

Wen Qing's throat moved slightly, and she mumbled vaguely.

After a long while, he finally gained some strength, barely opened his eyes, and saw someone half-squatting beside the bed.

The man lowered his head, and Wen Qing vaguely saw a head.

Short black hair, just when he wanted to look again, a pair of big hands covered his eyes, blocking his sight.

The sound of the zipper sounded, Wen Qing felt that she was bitten again, and her already dizzy mind became more and more confused.

Someone hugged him.

Someone bit him.

Who is it?

…………

When Wen Qing woke up, she was still in a trance.

He looked at the white ceiling, paused for a while, and sat up suddenly.

Wen Qing lifted the quilt and lowered his head to check.

The trousers are not wet or sticky, they are in perfect condition, the zippers and buttons are well placed where they should be.

Wen Qing opened her clothes and glanced at her stomach, which was clean and refreshing.

It seemed that he was just having a realistic dream.

Wen Qing fell into self-doubt, is it really a dream?

He couldn't help but ask the system: [System, did something happen when I fell asleep? 】

001 did not speak.

Wen Qing shouted tentatively again: [System? 】

001 said coldly: [I think to myself. 】

Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking that he just asked because he couldn't think of it.

001 didn't remind, Wen Qing couldn't tell whether it was a dream or whether he was really being attacked.

He lowered his eyes and curled his fingers.

The fingertips seem to still have that blazing touch.

Wen Qing stared at her fingers for two seconds, raised her hand slowly, and sniffed at the tip of her nose.

There is no smell.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Wen Qing regained his senses, only to find that Ji Sheng was still in the bedroom, sitting on a chair, looking at him suspiciously.

Wen Qing quickly put down her hand, her cheeks reddened: "No, nothing."

"When I fell asleep just now..." Wen Qing paused, hesitated for a moment, and asked instead, "Have you been playing games?"

Ji Sheng nodded and shook his head again: "After playing for a while, I will send the review materials to my classmates."

He asked curiously, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and the scene in her dream kept replaying in her mind.

so real

He hesitated and asked, "How long have you been gone?"

"It's not long since I came back," Ji Sheng thought about it and said to him, "It's about an hour or so. My classmates are stuck in traffic on the road."

"But Dad and Dad are always at home, brother, you are not alone, don't worry."

Wen Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself that he was not at ease as he was not alone.

Seeing that his face was wrong, Ji Sheng asked again, "Brother, did something happen when I left?"

"It's nothing," Wen Qing shook his head and said slowly, "I had a nightmare."

"It's a nightmare again," Ji Sheng blinked and said sincerely, "Brother, why don't you check again."

"Why do you have nightmares in the daytime?"

Wen Qing replied vaguely and got up from the bed.

He lowered his head to put on his shoes, and suddenly, caught a glimpse of a water stain on the bed sheet, the size of half a fingernail, right next to him.

Wen Qing moved her fingertips slightly and touched it.

It's still a little wet, like got it on not long ago and didn't have time to dry it.

But Ji Sheng said that he just came back...

Wen Qing's heart gradually sank, this position is by his hand, no matter what, it can't be his saliva.

Was what happened just now really just his dream?

Seeing Wen Qing staring at the sheets, Ji Sheng followed his gaze and said, "Brother, is there anything on the bed?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: "No, nothing."

Ji Sheng stood up immediately, walked to the bed, saw the water stains, and smiled: "Maybe the air conditioner is leaking a bit, it's been years."

air conditioner?

Wen Qing froze for a while, then raised his head, the air conditioner was on.

Obviously not open before going to bed.

Did he think too much?

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Sheng's hand.

The skin on the backs of his hands was intact, without a trace of red marks.

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, if what happened just now was not a dream, there should be traces on the back of that person's hand.

"I'm going to wash my face."

After washing his face, Wen gently walked to the living room.

Ji Yu was sitting on the sofa and was peeling an apple.

He did not use a paring knife, but a small knife, holding the apple with one hand and peeling the skin with the other hand, without peeling the flesh, and the craftsmanship is very exquisite.

Wen Qing glanced at the back of his left hand, there was no trace, and the right hand was invisible from the current angle.

After struggling for a moment, Wen Qing took a step forward and shouted, "Uncle Ji."

Hearing his voice suddenly, Ji Yu's hand paused, he didn't hold the knife steady, and slipped from his hand.

The blade slid across the back of his hand, scraping a wound, and blood beads overflowed in an instant.

Wen Qing quickly apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, minor injury," Ji Yu took out the medicine box, took out iodophor and cotton swabs, smeared the wound, and said gently, "I was so absorbed in cutting, I didn't hear your footsteps."

Wen Qing looked down at the back of his hand, the scratches and iodophors made it impossible to see what it was like before.

Is it too coincidental?

This thought inevitably popped up in Wen Qing's mind.

He immediately thought, if nothing happened at all, he not only hurt Ji Yu, but also blindly doubted the other party.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, her mind in a mess.

There is only one clear idea in mind, and the human-level copy is not simple at all.

Suddenly, the kitchen door opened, Xia Yansi stood by the door and looked at them quietly: "What's wrong?"

Ji Yu smiled and said, "It's nothing, I accidentally scratched the apple."

"Really," Xia Yansi glanced at the back of his hand and said lightly, "I'm not in surgery, so my hand is not stable."

The smile on Ji Yu's face faded, he pushed on his glasses, half-closed his eyes, covering all his emotions, and said with a light smile, "Naturally, it's not as fleshy as your dead bones."

Wen Qing looked at them blankly, always feeling that there was something in the words of the couple.

But he didn't understand.

Is this still fighting?

While thinking about it, Xia Yansi suddenly called him: "Wen Qing, come to the kitchen to help."

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds before responding. Go over there obediently.

He still remembered that Ji Sheng had said that Xia Yansi had high requirements for kitchen items, so Ji Sheng and Ji Yu were not allowed to mess around.

Suddenly being called to help, Wen Qing was still a little flustered, for fear that she would do something wrong, so she stood by the wall with her hands tied.

Xia Yansi pointed to the juicer on the side and said to Wen Qing, "Juice."

Wen Qing walked over. There were sliced ​​carrots next to the juicer. These carrots were square and looked exactly the same, as if they were cut by a machine.

Wen Qing looked at the juicer. This juicer had two outlets. It seemed to be a juicer with juice residues separated. He had never used it before.

"Isn't it?" Xia Yansi asked.

Without waiting for Wen Qing to make a sound, Xia Yansi walked behind him, opened the lid of the juicer with his left hand, wrapped Wen Qing with his right hand, picked up the carrot plate, and poured it into it.

Wen Qing's body froze because of Xia Yansi's posture.

At this moment, he seemed to be hugged by Xia Yansi, and he even brushed Xia Yansi's breath above his head.

Cool, with a faint mint scent.

The smell he had smelled in his dreams.

Thinking about it, Wen Qing's body stiffened even more.

Xia Yansi demonstrated how to squeeze juice, glanced at him, and suddenly said, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing stammered, "No, nothing."

Xia Yansi glanced at him, walked to the other end, and started to cut vegetables. He raised his knife and dropped it at a very fast speed. The shredded vegetables were evenly thick.

Wen Qing had only seen this kind of knife work in videos before.

He looked back and continued to juice.

After squeezing a pot of carrot juice, Wen Qing put the pot at the location designated by Xia Yansi.

Turning around, he bumped into Xia Yansi's chest,

Wen Qing's nose was slightly sour, but her first reaction was to sniff at Xia Yansi's body.

It's the mint flavor.

Xia Yansi lowered his head, looked at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes, and asked coldly, "What are you smelling?"

Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, but she didn't expect to be caught by Xia Yansi.

He said quickly, "It's nothing, my nose hurts a little."

Xia Yansi snorted lightly.

Wen Qing's face turned even redder.

Xia Yansi said slowly: "You don't react like a straight man."

Wen Qing was stunned, what do you mean?

Xia Yansi raised his hand, and his fingertips scratched Wen Qing's Adam's apple.

Wen Qing's body trembled, and an electric current-like touch ran down her spine.

He quickly took a step back and opened the distance from Xia Yansi.

He blushed: "Xia, Uncle Xia, what are you doing?"

"Confirm for you," Xia Yansi withdrew his hand and asked again, "Do you have a girl you like?"

Wen Qing didn't understand why he suddenly asked about his relationship history, but he answered honestly, "No."

He didn't like a girl. To be precise, he never liked a girl since he was a child.

But didn't like boys either.

Wen Qing took it for granted that he was a straight man.

Xia Yansi continued to ask, "Have you ever had an urge to have sex with girls?"

Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Xia Yansi didn't seem to want him to answer, so he asked again: "What about boys?"

"Sometimes dreams can better reflect a person's inner world than real life."

Xia Yansi's voice was slightly hoarse and pleasant, and the speed of his speech was neither fast nor slow, and he was persuasive and persuasive.

man.

He only dreamed of men

"And" Xia Yansi took a step forward.

Wen Qing subconsciously stepped back.

Xia Yansi didn't stop until its back hit the wall and there was no way to retreat.

He put his toes against Wen Qing's shoes, lowered his head slowly, stared into Wen Qing's eyes, and said softly, "You were smelling me just now, right?"

Wen Qing blushed and stammered, "I, I think"

His eyelashes trembled and he didn't tell the truth.

"It smells good."

Xia Yansi looked down at him and said lightly, "Ji Yu's taste has always been good."

Wen Wei was slightly taken aback, is this Uncle Ji's favorite taste?

The scratch on the back of the hand, the smell of mint, the familiar voice in the dream

Is everything just a coincidence?

"Did you dream of Ji Prison?"