Translator: Claire.KK
The winter in the south was humid and cold, which was torturing. The bone-chilling coldness would just seep through no matter how many layers you wore.
Zhishu had a sneeze while getting off the car. Ziyu touched Zhishuâs hands; his fingertips were ice-cold.
âLetâs go inside, Iâll turn on the dehumidifier and get you a hot-water bag to warm up your limbs.â Ziyu naturally took Zhishuâs right hand and put it into his pocket.
Zhishu leaned close to Ziyu. âHas the temperature dropped again these days? When we were in the car, I vaguely heard that the drizzle is going to last for the next few days from the weather forecast.â He said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Ziyu took the keys out with another hand and said gently, âItâs just the way winter is here. You have become more vulnerable to the coldness.â
Zhishu flattened his lips and stopped talking anymore. He changed his shoes, went straight into the bedroom, and turned on the lights.
When Ziyu came into the bedroom after getting everything settled out there, Zhishu already finished his shower. He had a loose coral velvet bathrobe on him, cuddling a cushion yawning leisurely.
âCome on, time to sleep. Itâs been a tiring day for you.â Ziyu leaned over, touched Zhishuâs forehead with the back of his hand. His body temperature was fine. âYou ate nothing today. Wanna have something?â
âNo.â Zhishu shook his head.
Ziyu sat next to him on the bed, heated his hands up by rubbing to warm Zhishuâs hands. His palms were warm and dry.
âNothing? Not feeling well anywhere? Something wrong with your stomach?â Ziyu put one hand on Zhishuâs belly after warming his hands up and massaged expertly.
Zhishu felt much better but forced himself to stay awake. Something seemed to be on his mind.
âWhat?â Ziyu noticed something as he was always on the alert. âYou gotta tell me if you arenât feeling well.â
Rapid blinks of Zhishuâs semi-closed eyes told the evasiveness in them. âShouldnât you go to sleep now?â
Ziyu was certain that something wasnât quite right but he didnât have the heart to push for more. He just turned off the lamp and lay in bed next to him. âGo to sleep, Iâll keep you company.â
There was only absolute quietness in the dark except the rhythmic sound of light breaths. The two of them neither felt like sleeping nor had a topic to talk about.
Ziyu didnât try to hug Zhishu. Outside in the kitchen, crystal sugar was melting on low heat with haws in it, Ziyu didnât want to startle Zhishu in his arms later when he had to get up to turn off the fire. He backed on to Zhishu. It was a sign of nervousness, which was unusual, because they were sleeping together like a normal couple just days ago.
In the beginning, Ziyu thought the blurry intimacy was just his misjudgment or he was sexually repressed for too long until someone hugged him from behind, when the doctorâs mind instantaneously cleared up.
Even the dullest man could tell the difference between a simple touch and a suggestive invite by instinct, not to mention Ziyu Ai was a very sensitive man.
Zhishuâs hug was mild and somehow uncertain and disturbingly careful. He was never an open man. If it wasnât in the dark, he wouldnât even have the courage to reach out his arms.
Ziyu, on the other hand, was an open man, he had seen the world of seduction during his playboy days but at this very moment, he froze. He longed for it, he fantasied it... Yet now, how could he have the heart?
âAre your hands still cold?â Ziyu took his hand and put it by his waist, âIâll warm them up again.â
Zhishu abruptly retracted his hand. âDonât you want it?â his voice came from the pitch dark sounded icy.
Ziyu went blank for a second.
No one tried to turn on the lamp. Zhishu sat up in the dark, crouched by the headboard. âYou said you liked me, didnât you?â
For an instant, Ziyu felt insulted. âSo?â
âIâve got nothing else. You wonât even see my flesh soon enough,â Zhishuâs voice couldnât help shaking upon finishing as he spoke, which looked like he kept not to cry. âWhat else do you want?â
Ziyu didnât say a word as he was now at the edge of an emotional outbreak that could be triggered by a single syllable coming out of his mouth. The night was biting cold and he was ruthlessly hurt.
âI wasnât as good-looking as I used to be... But you know, sooner rather than later...â Zhishu sounded cooled down but cruelly calm, â...You know I donât like to owe others too much.â
Ziyuâs heavy fingers were shivering. He felt light-headed because of oxygen deficiency. But he managed to barely stand up to cover Zhishu with the quilt. âDonât overthink things. Get some sleep, I need to check for the pot.â His tone was gentle.
The moment Ziyu closed the bedroom door, he lost it unexpectedly. The entire living room was smashed even though he knew the sound insulation of one door was practically useless.
Zhishu looked aside carefully at the scarce moonlight shining through the gap between curtains, he had yet failed another man, even though it wasnât his intention, even though he wanted him to bear less sentiments at their finale.
Anger and hatred were better than deep love.
Which was good for others and himself.
Zhishu He never meant to fail others as in his family, his parents, his friends and his lover. But at the end of the day, one person he hadnât failed was the one hurt him the most.
Throughout his life, the one and the only man he had never failed was Wenxu Jiang.
Zhishu He was even a letdown to himself.
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