Lu Weifu upstairs

Chapter 78

Hearing the word "best" from Liu Yusheng's mouth, Zhao Xin suddenly let go of his strength.From the time he walked out of the house after nine o'clock in the morning to the time he took the subway, high-speed rail, or taxi to see Liu Yusheng, more than six hours had passed without a single drop of water on his lips.It's embarrassing to say the reason: after drinking water, he would want to go to the bathroom, but he was alone on crutches, which was too inconvenient.Zhao Xin was very thirsty and hungry, and the wound on his arm was covered with a T-shirt, and there were bursts of itching.He had to be tense all the time to keep himself from looking too embarrassed.

But Liu Yusheng said, "It's the best."His hand was still held by Zhao Xin, his cheeks and earlobe were flushed, and he only had a pair of eyes staring straight at Zhao Xin, as if mustering up his courage, he said, "It's the best."He looked like he was saying, "I do."

Zhao Xin felt that his heart was a heated puff, not only soft, but also sweet from the inside out.His body was also limp, and he lost his strength and didn't want to move.

But Zhao Xin still said: "Are you sure? Being with me is more troublesome than you imagined. You see, it is very inconvenient for me to go out like this. Let alone traveling with you, if we live together in the future, I can't even do housework. I'm also very boring. I stay at home every day and don't have any hobbies other than writing. After a long time, you may find it boring... These are just a small part of the trouble." He said a little Bluffing, biting the word "trouble" very hard.

Without even thinking about it, Liu Yusheng said, "What is this? No one is perfect, so don't two people have to tolerate and help each other when they are together?" He frowned again, "How do I put it like a primary school student's composition... Zhao Xin, If I say that I just like you, it seems too abstract, then let’s put it this way, look, you are handsome, you are very gentle to me, you can cook, you can write, and..."

Zhao Xin: "What else?"

Liu Yusheng's lips parted slightly: "It's very big."

Zhao Xin: "..."

"You have too many benefits, and I only listed a small part, but compared with this small part, the 'trouble' you just mentioned is smaller and smaller, so small that it can be ignored."

Zhao Xin was silent for several minutes, and a voice in his heart kept responding to Liu Yusheng's words, for example, you won't think so in a few years; for example, how do I deserve it?Like, really?Every sentence was contradicting and questioning, it wasn't that he didn't believe in Liu Yusheng, he just - to be honest - didn't believe in his own luck.

He suddenly remembered that overused sentence: All the gifts of fate have already been secretly priced.At this moment, a strange idea came to his mind: Maybe this sentence is also true in reverse, and all the prices marked by fate can be secretly rewarded.It's like a long, long time ago when he was abandoned by his lover at that time. At that time, he felt that his fate was unreasonably bad, like drawing a bad hand when playing poker, unreasonable, luck is like this.So he wrote "The Man Upstairs", which made the disabled male protagonist suffer until he wanted to commit suicide.And he actually met Liu Yusheng, and he was able to be loved sincerely by Liu Yusheng—it turned out that his fate was still waiting for him, just like Liu Yusheng's continuation of "The Man Upstairs", the hero who had been miserable again and again was finally rescued up.The price tag of destiny, can get the gift of destiny.

Zhao Xin shook his head, put all the rebuttals and doubts behind him, and said in a relaxed tone: "You are too easy to be satisfied."

Liu Yusheng smiled, stood up and bent over, holding Zhao Xin's cheeks with both hands: "It's not easy to be satisfied, it's easy to be satisfied in front of you."

Liu Yusheng was wearing a tight gray vest, and Zhao Xin's eyes were facing his chest.His collarbone held up a small patch of skin, making it firm and smooth.Zhao Xin's mouth was dry: "I haven't had any water since I left home."

"Ah?!" Liu Yusheng was taken aback, "I'll bring you some water—"

Zhao Xin grabbed his wrist and pulled him back: "Do you think my lips are dry? I think it's good."

Liu Yusheng: "..."

Liu Yusheng lowered his head and took Zhao Xin's lips.He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked Zhao Xin's lips back and forth, thinking vaguely that it was indeed a little dry.

Zhao Xin leaned back on the chair and relaxed his body, closed his eyes, feeling Liu Yusheng's warm breath around his lips.

A few minutes later, Liu Yusheng asked, "...is that all right?"

"Hey, you're so smart."

"Don't take me for a fool." Liu Yusheng pinched the pretty face in front of him, "I wrote the story about whether the lips are dry or not."

Zhao Xin smiled: "Well, when I was watching it, I was still thinking, this heroine is so stupid, she can't even see the hint... You are much smarter than her."

Liu Yusheng asked calmly: "What else?" In fact, his heart was already rumbling, and this act of putting his own plot into practice was really... too exciting.

"There is another one, written by you, in "The Man Upstairs." Zhao Xin decided to play the "big" hooligan back.

Liu Yusheng: "...what?"

Zhao Xin put his palm on the back of Liu Yusheng's neck, slowly pressed his head to his lower abdomen, and said in a low voice:

"Move yourself."