bullyxtreme Chapter 604 Heavy Rain
Chapter 604 Heavy Rain
Chu Ziyu took advantage of the cover of the shadow and secretly looked at Lin Ci'an's profile.
The young man closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes casting a tiny shadow on his face, but his breathing was obviously faster than usual. Chu Ziyu knew he was pretending to sleep.
"Lin Ci'an..."
He called softly, deliberately making his voice a little sleepy and soft, "I'm a little afraid of the dark..."
This was of course a lie. As a nocturnal cat demon, darkness was his home. But he just wanted to see what Lin Ci'an would do.
Sure enough, the young man immediately opened his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then turned sideways to face him.
"I'm here," he whispered. "Don't be afraid."
In the moonlight, Chu Ziyu saw the concern and struggle in Lin Ci'an's eyes.
He suddenly felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly replaced by a wonderful excitement.
He pretended to turn over accidentally, and his arm "accidentally" rested on Lin Ci'an's waist.
"Sorry..." He hurriedly tried to withdraw his hand, but Lin Ci'an grabbed his wrist halfway.
"Don't move." Lin Ci'an's voice was lower than usual, with a bit of hoarseness that Chu Ziyu had never heard before, "Just like this...sleep."
Chu Ziyu's heartbeat suddenly quickened.
He could feel that Lin Ci'an's palm was warmer than usual, even a little hot.
The young man's thumb unconsciously rubbed the inside of his wrist, causing a slight shudder.
The two of them were in a stalemate, neither of them dared to move, but neither of them wanted to separate.
Chu Ziyu could hear Lin Ci'an's increasingly rapid heartbeat, and the drum-like echo in his chest.
"Am I...pressing you?"
Chu Ziyu asked in a low voice, but he had no intention of moving away. On the contrary, he moved closer, his forehead almost touching Lin Ci'an's chin.
Lin Ci'an's breathing obviously stagnated.
Chu Ziyu could feel his chest rising and falling violently for a few times, and then suddenly, a warm palm landed on his lower back and pressed lightly -
Chu Ziyu was brought into Lin Ci'an's arms.
"Stop it, Snowball."
Lin Ci'an's voice rang in his ears, with a bit of helplessness and more emotions that Chu Ziyu couldn't understand, "You know... I can't sleep like this."
Although the young man said this, his arms tightened even more, as if he was afraid that he would run away.
(My, my, my, my)
(Baby Xuetuan, you smell so good.)
"Then...I'll go back and sleep on another quilt?"
He said this deliberately, pretending to stand up.
"Don't!"
Lin Ci'an's arms tightened immediately, and then loosened as if burned, "I mean... it's cold at night, you... your demon power has not recovered yet, so you are prone to illness..."
Chu Ziyu couldn't help but laugh.
He nestled back into Lin Ci'an's arms, and this time he really found the most comfortable position.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." He said softly, feeling the young man's body gradually relax.
The moonlight shines through the window paper, casting a layer of silver light on the overlapping figures of the two people.
Chu Ziyu listened to the gradually steadying heartbeat beside him and curled the corners of his mouth quietly.
He knew that Lin Ci'an was trying hard to restrain something, and he also knew how bad his little trick tonight was.
But at this moment, surrounded by familiar warmth, he just wanted to be a satisfied cat.
"Lin Ci'an..." he called vaguely in a half-asleep state.
"Um?"
"Your heartbeat is so loud..."
"Go to sleep, Snowball."
Back to the present, the sound of rain outside the house was getting louder and louder, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and half of the thatched roof collapsed. Lin Ci'an rushed over to protect him, and mud and water splashed all over them.
"Cough cough..." Chu Ziyu was choked by the dust and coughed, his silver hair was covered with grass debris. Lin Ci'an's palm firmly protected the back of his head, but his own back was hit red by the falling beam.
"Are you okay?" The young man anxiously checked if he was injured, completely ignoring himself.
Chu Ziyu shook his head and suddenly realized that Lin Ci'an was only wearing a thin shirt, which was almost transparent after being soaked by the rain. He hurriedly looked away, his ears burning: "Your clothes..."
Lin Ci'an then realized it belatedly and covered his chest, his ears red as blood dripping: "I, I'm going to borrow a raincoat from Grandpa Chen's house!"
His back as he rushed into the rain looked both embarrassed and cute, and Chu Ziyu couldn't help but chuckle.
But as he laughed, his eyes fell on the collapsed beams of the house, and his heart felt heavy.
This thatched hut, which carried their three months' memories, ultimately could not survive the summer rainstorm.
Old man Chen's house was crowded with villagers seeking shelter from the rain.
Seeing the two people coming in dripping wet, the old ladies immediately surrounded them, one handed them a dry towel, and another boiled ginger soup.
"I told you that thatched houses are not strong."
Old man Chen held a pipe in his mouth and said, "There is a fir forest on the back hill. Cut some trees to build a wooden house. It will not collapse in ten years."