lack of love

Chapter 8 Relive the old dream

Zhong Qiran finally reacted this time, he shook his head and said, "I'm not cold."

He is indeed not cold now, after walking for more than an hour, he is still a little hot.But he knew that in this weather, the heat would drop quickly, and he wouldn't last long.He just didn't want to rely on Yan Hao at such a time.

Yan Hao put down his raised hand in mid-air, and didn't seem to care.The two were relatively silent in this small space.

Zhong Qiran's mind was in a mess, and the thoughts that came to his mind were why Yan Hao appeared here?But he didn't want to ask, so what if he got the answer that the other party followed him, even if Yan Hao denied it, they would never go back to the past.

Zhong Qi was stunned for a while, then leaned against the wall and fell asleep vaguely.

When he woke up, he only felt that the surroundings were very warm. He moved a bit, only to find that the quilt that Yan Hao was covering his body had reached him at some point.

It should be dark outside, and the light-transmitting glass windows are dark, without strong reflections like during the day.And there are two flashlights on the ground, and the light source is aimed at the corner of the wall, which is not dazzling.

Yan Hao put on his ski suit again, and huddled in the corner on the other side with his eyes closed.Because of the melting snow, his clothes reflected water.Zhong Qiran knew that Yan Hao's suit was rented, and the waterproof function was good, but the effect of keeping warm was not so good.Yan Hao must have rented the clothes on purpose so that he would not recognize him.

Zhong Qiran looked at him for a while, inexplicably feeling a little soft-hearted.He also felt that he was very naive, at the moment of life and death, it was Yan Hao who saved his life, yet he still wanted to get angry with him.

Yan Hao didn't know if he felt Zhong Qiran's gaze, and he just opened his eyes at this moment.

The two looked at each other, Zhong Qiran didn't evade, "What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock in the evening." Yan Hao looked at his watch to answer Zhong Qiran's question, and then asked: "Are you thirsty?"

"Yeah." Zhong Qiran pursed his lips and found that it was indeed a bit dry, "Is there any water here?"

"There is no clean one, so we can only make do with it." Yan Hao brought a small wooden bucket, poured a glass of water and handed it to Zhong Qiran.

Zhong Qiran took it, and found some unmelted snow floating in the cup, which was obviously taken from outside.

Seeing that he didn't drink, Yan Hao thought he cared, and said, "I picked it up somewhere no one walked by, so it shouldn't be too dirty."

Zhong Qiran now finally understands why his coat is so wet.He lowered his head and held the cup, took a sip very cherishingly, feeling in a trance that the former Yan Hao had returned, and his eyes were a little wet.

But the reality is that Yan Hao doesn't seem to feel at all at this time, he seems to be just doing the necessary survival preparations in case of disaster.

Yan Hao said in a flat tone: "There is no food here, we can only rely on snow water to satisfy our hunger for the time being, the rescue team will not operate at night, so we have to stay here overnight. Tomorrow morning, we will stay or leave depending on the situation .”

When Yan Hao said this, it sounded like he was giving orders.But Zhong Qi didn't care, and nodded silently.

The later the time, the lower the temperature.

Zhong Qiran saw Yan Hao shivering in the corner, but the man never expressed anything.

Zhong Qiran hesitated and couldn't bear it, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore, and asked Yan Hao: "Do you want to come over?"

Yan Hao looked at Zhong Qiran for a while, apparently without any mental struggle, and quickly replied: "Okay."

He took off his half-dried ski suit, and after rubbing his hands and feet to warm them up, he walked towards Zhong Qiran, took the other half of the quilt, and covered himself.

The two were not very close, there was a gap between them, and the cold air ran in through the gap.

Zhong Qi felt a little cold, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

But Yan Hao obviously didn't think much, he took Zhong Qiran's waist with his hands, and hugged him over.He did this movement very naturally, like a habit accumulated over the years, so that he didn't realize what he had done until he came back to his senses.

Zhong Qiran leaned his head passively on his shoulder, unable to think at all.He could feel the other person's body temperature, familiar smell, and, what he didn't want to admit... the heart-pounding feeling from a close distance.

He thought he could let it go.But now he knows that he can't lie to himself, when he thought he was about to die buried in the snow, Yan Hao's face still appeared in his mind.

Zhong Qi didn't speak.Naturally, Yan Hao would not speak first.

Their bodies went from being stiff to adapting in just a few seconds, as if the separation of nearly two years hadn't affected anything.

Zhong Qi suddenly figured it out, and his body relaxed.They were killed, not falling in love here, and only one night of tenderness was enough for him.

Yan Hao was also thinking about something similar but different from Zhong Qiran.He remembered the scene when they were kidnapped when they first met, cuddling each other like this to keep warm.From unfamiliar to familiar.He remembered that the group of gangsters were only thinking of money, and even scratched themselves, even stingy with food and drink.His wound was infected and inflamed, and he developed a high fever in the middle of the night, Zhong Qiran used his own drinking water to help him clean the wound, and fed him the last sip of water without hesitation.

Zhong Qiran took care of himself patiently, and tried his best to appease the gangsters.Without him, he would have been unable to survive in the hands of the kidnappers.

He knew that these experiences all came from his own memory, without any falsehood, the picture was very clear, but the emotion was very strange.

Yan Hao was fascinated by his thoughts, and unconsciously hugged him tighter and tighter. He wanted to find all these missing things, but he still couldn't get in.Zhong Qiran may be his last hope, only when he sees him, he feels that he behaves more like a person.

At this time, Zhong Qiran's voice sounded calmly, "Why are you pulling me?"

Zhong Qiran struggled for a long time before asking such a sentence.He knew that it was pointless to dwell on this issue, but he really wanted to know what Yan Hao was thinking, what was he thinking when he was saving him?

"I don't know." Yan Hao didn't understand either. Seeing the crisis happening in front of his eyes, his body moved, "I just can't watch you die."

He also didn't know if it was because the behavior of protecting Zhong Qiran during the car accident had been engraved in his bones, so he formed such a reflex action.

Zhong Qiran didn't speak any more, and leaned against Yan Hao's arms with his eyes closed.

In the middle of the night, it snowed heavily outside again, and the wind roared past. The outer walls of the old wooden house were creaked by the wind and snow, as if they were crumbling.

Zhong Qi suddenly moved, because it was getting colder and colder, and he always felt that the wind was constantly pouring in from the gap.He was right, the wooden planks in a certain corner were corroded, and a small hole was blown out.

Yan Hao stood up and stuffed his ski jacket into the hole where the wind leaked. When he got back under the quilt, Zhong Qi was still shivering from the cold.

Yan Hao seemed to be thinking a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything, he grabbed his hand and started rubbing it to heat it up.He knew that Zhong Qiran's blood circulation was not good, so he was very afraid of the cold.

Zhong Qiran didn't reject Yan Hao's kindness, he always thought that it was just this time, and he might not have another chance in the future.He even took the initiative to lean against Yan Hao, pressing his cold face against Yan Hao's chest.

The distance between them was so close that the hot breath they exhaled seemed to blend together.

They are so familiar with each other's bodies, as long as a small inadvertent movement, they can know what the other's needs are.

Therefore, at this time, Zhong Qiran vaguely felt that Yan Hao seemed to have reacted.He froze for a moment, raised his head, just met the man's dark eyes, and blurted out a sentence without thinking: "Do you want to do it?"