"You thought I was a martyr for righteousness, but I was actually a martyr for love."

"You piece of wood, you don't even know that I have been pleased with you for thousands of years."

"Will your brother look at you like this? Will you kiss you like you did? Will you have any bad thoughts about you?"

"Brother Fan, I haven't touched it yet, how come you have a reaction?"

...

Everything is so real and so absurd.

Fan Wujiu shook his head violently: "This dream is too fake. How dare I have such a dream."

"Oh? Then what kind of dream do you dare to dream?"

Fan Wujiu said, "In my dream, I was the only one who confessed to Lao Bai. He would be happy if he could respond to me. How could it be the other way around?"

The other party chuckled: "So you like me too."

Fan Wujiu: "..." Wait a moment, this voice...

He turned his head immediately, and the beauty with long hair in white was sitting on the head of the bed, looking at him with a smile.

Fan Wujiu was horrified by the laughter. Although Lao Bai often showed people with a smile at work and seemed gentle and friendly, it was all to show respect to those dead souls who had great merits during their lifetimes. In private, Lao Bai is noble and cool, and rarely smiles.

This smile is really good-looking, it makes his heart move, but also makes him panic.

Mainly the old white tonight, it's really not right.

Fan Wujiu asked stiffly, "How did you get in?"

Xie Bian raised his chin slightly, indicating the direction of the wall.

Too. Old White can walk through walls.

Fan Wujiu rubbed his eyebrows, he was already stupid.

He then asked the next question: "What are you doing in my room?"

Xie Bian lifted Fan Wujiu's quilt and squeezed in unceremoniously: "Sleeping with you."

Fan Wujiu was startled and stuttered: "This, is this inappropriate?"

Xie Bi'an glanced at him in surprise: "Why not? I remember when I was young, I used to sleep with Brother Fan. Do you dislike me now?"

"It's not disgust, I'm—" Fan Wujiu didn't know how to explain it. When they were young, they were still pure brotherhood, and it was okay to sleep together. But now he has such a mind for Xie Bi, and tonight is so unusual, will it really not happen if he sleeps in another bed?

At least Fan Wujiu couldn't guarantee that he could control himself.

"Old Bai, you go back to your room to sleep first, I need to calm down."

"No." Xie Bi'an said slowly, "you can't calm down when I'm here? If you can't face me calmly, you have a heart for me. You have a heart for me, and I have a heart for you, and we should have a contract. bed sharing.”

Logically it's fine.

Emotionally, Fan Wujiu really couldn't accept it quickly. Although he dreamed that he wanted Xie Bian to respond to him, but when this happened suddenly, he still needed time to buffer.

For the more cherished things, the attitude is more cautious. It's even more unrealistic to make him accept it happily and calmly immediately, and from now on you will fly together.

"Okay, you sleep here, I'll give you the bed, and I'll go to sleep on the sofa." Fan Wuji hurriedly got out of bed and was about to go out.

Xie Bian's eyes turned cold.

Fan Wujiu walked to the door, and before he hit the door handle, a long tongue attacked from behind, wrapped around his neck, and dragged him back to the bed.

"Cough cough! Old Bai!" Fan Wujiu was strangled to the point of dying, sat up, and met a pair of dark, cold eyes.

Xie Bian stuck out his long tongue and looked at him blankly, his eyes cold and stern, as pale as a ghost.

Fan Wujiu's heart trembled, just like he couldn't see Bai Ling, he couldn't see Xie Bian sticking out his tongue.

Only hanged ghosts in the underworld have such long tongues.

And Xie Bi'an's death was for him.

He just felt uncomfortable when Xie Bian's tongue stuck him. Xie Bian's pain in hanging himself with white silk can be imagined. Just thinking about it made him unbearable.

"Old Bai, if you have something to say, you can retract your tongue."

Xie Bian remained expressionless.

Fan Wujiu raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, I'm not leaving. I'll sleep with you."

Xie Bian then slowly retracted his tongue, and lightly wiped his lips with his fingertips: "You are hiding from me. Are you afraid? Or do you think I look ugly?"

"It's neither ugly nor ugly." Fan Wujiu said quickly, "It just hurts."

"I didn't want to avoid you, but it was too sudden. You said you liked me? How could you like me." Fan Wujiu whispered, "I didn't see it at all before..."

"Like is like, do you need a reason?" Xie Bi'an asked back.

Fan Wujiu shook his head: "This is more like a dream."

"Do you know whether it is a dream or not." Xie Bian took his reaction as escapism, "You just don't want to accept me."

"not me"

"I slept." Xie Bian seemed angry, lay down and pulled the quilt, turned his back to Fan Wujiu, "Just wake up, anyway, you think you are in a dream, and you don't need to sleep anymore."

Fan Wujiu was speechless for a long while facing the black hair spread on the pillow.

He's not really stupid, he can distinguish between fantasy and reality objectively, and he knows that this is indeed not a dream.

...but this is something he would never dare to dream of.

Fan Wujiu was tangled for a long time, then lay down to sleep, and carefully separated Xie Bi'an from the Chu River and the Han boundary.

But Xie Bian rolled over and rolled into his arms, putting one hand on his waist.

Fan Wujiu's body was stiff, no matter how he put his hands on it, he could only slightly move out nervously.

Xie Bian closed his eyes, his tone was flat but cold: "If you dare to hide, don't blame me for tying you with your tongue."

Fan Wujiu: dare not move.

He looked at the young man in white in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and put his wrist on it. Xie Bian's brows were relieved, as if he had really fallen asleep.

Sleep together all night.

Fan Wujiu: No, it was a sleepless night.

Early the next morning, Fan Wujiu saw that Xie Bian was fast asleep, and gently pulled his arm away, rolled over and got out of bed, but luckily he didn't wake him up.