Chapter 50 Playing Love

Li Wenyu was indeed sleepy, probably because of the side effects of seasickness medicine. His head was dizzy and he fell asleep as soon as he got on the bed.

I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, he was enveloped in a hot embrace. The back of his neck and his spine felt warm under the touch. Pei Xin had just finished taking a bath, and his body was hot and damp, with the smell of sage shower gel.

Li Wenyu moved instinctively in his uneasy sleep, trying to break away from this furnace-like embrace. However, the opponent was getting more and more aggressive. Li Wenyu ducked to avoid it. He pushed his hand in a hazy state, but felt a little warmth. His fingers trembled because of this. He was pulled helplessly by Pei Xin, and his fingers were clasped tightly. top of head.

Li Wenyu's pajamas were pulled up due to this action, revealing a bit of porcelain white around his waist. Pei Xin lowered his head and opened his chin with the tip of his nose, biting open the buttons of his clothes one by one.

Li Wenyu opened his eyes slightly, his head tilted due to the itching of the fabric, his mouth and nose were stuffed in the quilt, and his breathing was very laborious, so he stuttered: "I... my legs are numb."

He always likes to sleep curled up. , so it is common to sleep with numb arms and legs, and Pei Xin has known it for a long time.

Pei Xin looked up at him, his eyes shining slightly in the darkness, and simply picked him up.

The swivel chair next to the desk was not very convenient, so Li Wenyu was placed on the piano bench next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

As soon as he was put on the piano, he lost strength, and his upper body fell on the keys. The piano vibrated several times. Li Wenyu completely woke up, and turned to look at the person behind him, his eyes clear.

Pei Xin had no choice but to stick to him and help him half up.

After doing this too many times, Li Wenyu didn't feel much pain, but he felt a little chilly while half-kneeling on the piano bench.

"Pei Xin..." He murmured quickly and hard, with his eyes closed, as if he had a dream that he didn't know what to do with, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Pei Xin responded to him, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw that he had nowhere to put it. He tightly grasped the white fingertips on the edge of the piano, curled the corners of his lips, and suddenly had something else on his mind.

Li Wenyu's hands were held and led forward, so his whole body also leaned forward, and he finally stabilized until he fell on the piano and found support.

But he was still not let go. Pei Xin held his fingers and lingered on the keys. Li Wenyu had never felt Pei Xin's hands so clearly. The fingers were slender, and there was a very thin layer of calluses on the tips of the index finger and ring finger, which might have been left behind when he practiced piano when he was a child.

Li Wenyu's thoughts began to become chaotic again, and the scene of Pei Xin practicing the piano inexplicably appeared in his mind. Perhaps I am sitting here alone on this piano bench, with lush flowers and plants in the garden outside the window, filled with day and night.

Pei Xin couldn't see his dazed expression, lowered his head and kissed the side of his face, and led him to play an extremely simple piece of music that Li Wenyu had played himself. Li Wenyu's world was still shaking, but the melody in his ears was smooth and natural, much more beautiful than what he played that day.

"Does it sound good?" Pei Xin pressed her face against his red cheek, her tone was ambiguous and her voice was a little hoarse.

Li Wenyu's fingers curled up, his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and his hair trembled as he shook his head.

...

Half asleep and half awake, Li Wenyu heard the sound of water in confusion, and was then placed back on the soft bed.

He was still unable to fall asleep. He seemed to be able to feel the light, shadow and soft sounds around him, but he could not wake up completely, so he frowned and trembled slightly under the soft quilt.

Pei Xin sat next to him and looked at him, gently touching the side of his red face.

Was Li Wenyu's face so red when he was drunk? It seems to have.

But that day he kept burying his face in the quilt, talking in his sleep, and his lips were extremely red. From a few broken words to broken sentences, he probably talked more than he usually did in a whole day.

Pei Xin thought he was awake and wanted him to drink the water, so he leaned over to listen, and heard him slowly and leisurely reciting the text as if he was talking grandly: "There is no... there is no desperate situation in the world, only... people who are desperate for the situation."

Pei Xin . Xin tilted his head and smiled, stood up and leaned against the bed. Maybe it was due to the stamina of the wine he drank, but his fingertips began to heat up.

He kind of wants to play the piano.

The light he turned on when he came out to pour the honey water was on in the living room. It was dim but still bright.

The keys were cold, and the moment Pei Xin put his hands on them, his whole body seemed to become cold.

He thought of many piano pieces that he had played countless times and had him practice until late at night like he was doing now. But he paused and finally played a very gentle song to help him sleep, "Playing Love".

The piece was not long, but Pei Xin felt that he had been playing it for a long time, and his fingers started to feel warm again.

The silvery white moonlight sprinkled all over the floor, and the smooth floor reflected the moonlight. At first glance, it even looked like it was covered with a thin layer of snow.

When he returned to the bedroom, Li Wenyu was already asleep, and the murmurs in his sleep had completely disappeared. Only the two blushes on his cheeks were still there, just like at this moment.

Pei Xin removed his hand from his face, and the soft bed bounced back when he stood up. Li Wenyu's eyelids trembled and did not open, but he still frowned.

The light from the wall lamp fell on the dark carpet and disappeared without a trace, but when it fell on the piano in the corner, it reflected a little silvery light.

Pei Xin walked over, and the song "Playing Love" played gently and gently again, in the dead of night, when no one knew.

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The next day, the rain that had been predicted since the first day they arrived in City C finally fell. The patter of rain woven densely into a large rain curtain, covering the entire island, and the air was filled with a moist but fresh smell.

Li Wenyu stood on the balcony and could vaguely hear the sound of his aunt cleaning.

Pei Xin said when he got up that an aunt would come over to cook, so he had to find a turtleneck sweater to cover the marks on his neck. Fortunately, the weather was kind and it wasn't too inappropriate for him to dress like this after it rained and cooled down.

The aunt looked to be about forty years old and came very early. Li Wenyu happened to see someone when she got dressed and came out. She greeted her politely and then realized that this aunt's surname was Wang and she had been working here for many years.

The grass and trees in the garden downstairs were soaked by the rain, and the greenery seemed to have weakened a lot, fading to a tender green color, a little dull, but very fresh.

Not long after, Aunt Wang came up and invited them down for breakfast.

When Li Wenyu heard Aunt Wang call Pei Xin "young master", he felt like he had returned to the feudal society of the last century, and couldn't help but glance at Pei Xin.

Pei Xin was unaware, with a look of laziness on his face that he had just woken up, and raised his chin towards Li Wenyu: "Let's have breakfast."

Li Wenyu followed him downstairs. Aunt Wang obviously knew Pei Xin's taste very well. She didn't make much breakfast, but it was very detailed.

"Master," Aunt Wang set out breakfast and glanced around Pei Xin and Li Wenyu with a smile. "You haven't been here for a long time. Is the breakfast I made delicious?"

Pei Xin nodded with a smile. Her expression became a little friendly as if she were an elder: "Very good, thank you Aunt Wang."

Aunt Wang breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said to Li Wenyu: "If Xiao Yu has any favorite dishes, just tell Aunt Wang." , I can cook any cuisine."

Li Wenyu also nodded quickly: "Thank you, Aunt Wang."