It was unknown how long it took Shen Mo to wake up from his sleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, he rushed to find the man, but found himself sleeping on the bed in the bedroom.

　　The living room was quiet, the lights had been turned off, and through the faint moonlight, the figure of the man lying on the sofa could be seen. His breathing was steady and he looked like he was asleep.

　　Shen Mo was a little dazed, and raised his hand to touch his temples. There seemed to be a slight warmth left there, making him unable to tell whether the kiss just now was real or just a beautiful dream.

　　If it was true, why would Zhou Yang kiss him secretly?

　　If it’s a dream…

　　Well, it’s normal to have dreams since I’ve been able to see but not eat for so long.

　　Thinking of all the strange reasons that man had given for sleeping in separate beds, Shen Mo sighed helplessly and wrapped himself in the quilt again and went to sleep.

　　The weather was getting colder and colder, and the time was approaching the end of the year. Except for Shen Mo who had nothing to do, everyone started to get busy. That man was especially busy at work, and he didn’t come home for several nights in a row. However, he was very concerned about Shen Mo’s right hand, and he would always take time out to accompany him to do rehabilitation.

　　The man had said hello in advance, saying that he would be with his family during the New Year and could only spend Christmas with Shen Mo.

　　Shen Mo naturally had no objection. He didn’t care about these so-called festivals, and it didn’t matter whether they were celebrated or not, but since that person mentioned it, he also became a little interested.

　　After all, he was only injured in his right hand, and other parts of his body were normal. After finally breaking open the outer shell of that person, he should definitely taste what’s inside, right?

　　So on Christmas Eve, Shen Mo specially cooked a few of his specialties and paired them with a bottle of red wine. He remembered Zhou Yang’s alcohol tolerance… Well, he couldn’t remember clearly, so it shouldn’t be very good, right?

　　Of course, that person also left work early, and when he came back and saw the table full of food, there was no change in his expression. He just sat down slowly and started eating, as if he was going to finish the whole table.

　　Shen Mo took the initiative to pour the man some wine and asked, “When do you plan to leave?”

　　He said he wanted to go abroad to be with his family.

　　”Wait a few days, and leave when you’re done with the things at hand.” The man kept using the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Shen Mo and said, “You’re home alone…”

　　”It’s okay,” Shen Mo thought for a moment and said, “I just want to go back home.”

　　The man nodded: “It should be.”

　　Then he said, “I’ll have someone book a ticket for you.”

　　”No, it’s in the next city.”

　　Shen Mo continued to pour wine for him while talking. He was deliberately trying to get someone drunk, but the result was not what he wanted. After drinking a bottle of red wine, the man’s face did not turn red or his heart beat fast, but he himself was a little dizzy. Moreover, this meal was not fun at all, because the man was too obsessed with eating all the dishes he cooked, and he was busy eating from beginning to end. Shen Mo only regretted not preparing some stomach medicine.

　　After dinner, the man went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

　　Shen Mo was drunk and walked to the kitchen dizzy, leaning against the door to watch him. The man had his shirt sleeves rolled up, and the water splashed on his arms. He was very tall, with an upright figure, and the lines on his waist were particularly beautiful.

　　Shen Mo walked in unconsciously, and, taking advantage of the alcohol, hugged his waist from behind.

　　The man was startled and turned back and said, “Stop making trouble.”

　　Shen Mo just held him tightly, with his face pressed against his back, and whispered, “I miss you.”

　　The man seemed to be frozen in place, standing there motionless for a moment.

　　Shen Mo walked around to his side and raised his face to kiss him. He was a little confused and murmured, “Zhou Yang…”

　　The man’s body stiffened and he suddenly turned his head away.

　　Shen Mo didn’t kiss his lips, but kissed his neck, his lips pressed against his slightly trembling Adam’s apple. He retreated a little, but didn’t move away, his breath was completely disordered.

　　Shen Mo tried to kiss his Adam’s apple.

　　The man uttered a suppressed, hoarse voice: “Shen Mo!”

　　Shen Mo’s heart was beating fast, and he kissed upwards little by little. He kissed his neck, his chin, and finally his lips.

　　The taste was even better than I imagined.

　　Shen Mo tasted it briefly, with a hint of pride in his eyes and eyebrows. He stepped back and said, “Zhou…”

　　The man’s eyes darkened, and before he could utter the last word, he suddenly grabbed his arm, pressed him against the kitchen sink behind him, and lowered his head to kiss him fiercely.

　　

　　Shen Mo was kissed so hard that he couldn’t breathe. He leaned his back against the cold kitchen counter, and climbed his hands on the man’s shoulders, feeling the burning heat emanating from the body under the thin shirt. He was entangled with him, and his whole body felt like it was burning.

　　At this moment, let alone the man’s name, he couldn’t even remember his own name.