Liang Xiao had been running around all day and had just tried the doors on two floors with the keys, so he was actually quite tired by now.
Huo Lan’s body was indeed cold, and the night wind was chilly, so the warmth from both of them was very faint.
Liang Xiao didn’t mind, lowering his head to pull at the zipper of his jacket.
Huo Lan was slightly startled, raising his hand to stop him: “Don’t–”
Liang Xiao had pulled the zipper halfway down, taking out the pajamas he had been keeping warm in his bosom: “Huh?”
Huo Lan: “…”
Huo Lan closed his eyes, silently chastising the improper thoughts in his heart: “…It’s nothing.”
“It’s warm,” Liang Xiao, afraid it would get cold, quickly pressed it into Huo Lan’s arms without asking further, “Put it on quickly.”
Huo Lan instinctively raised his hands, holding the pajamas that were pushed into his arms.
Liang Xiao, being stared at by him in a daze, opened his mouth, also feeling that it wasn’t appropriate for their President Huo to change clothes in the hallway, coughed once: “Go… inside to change?”
The door crack was completely blocked by Huo Lan, and Liang Xiao still hadn’t had a chance to see what was inside.
“If you don’t want to go back to the bedroom, we don’t have to. I’m not in a hurry to go back either.”
Liang Xiao pointed at the slightly ajar door, unable to suppress his curiosity, wanting to take a peek: “Do you want to stay here? I–”
Huo Lan shook his head slightly, raising his arm to protect Liang Xiao’s back, pulling him into his embrace.
Liang Xiao was caught off guard, his view once again completely blocked by their President Huo’s broad chest: “…”
“No need to look,” Huo Lan’s voice was very soft, “You’ve seen it before.”
Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment: “I have?”
He had been in a daze during his heat for those few days, but he roughly knew his position when he laid on the bed, and surely it wouldn’t be the room this far from the master bedroom.
Liang Xiao thought carefully: “When we first signed the contract?”
Huo Lan didn’t respond, raising his hand to close the door, and lifting Liang Xiao up as he stood.
Liang Xiao had found it quite romantic sitting on the ground with him, but being lifted and carried like this made his whole body flush red: “Wait–”
Huo Lan paused for a moment, raising his eyes to look at him.
Liang Xiao met his gaze: “…”
Liang Xiao gave up and buried his face in the crook of Huo Lan’s neck: “Go ahead and carry me.”
Fortunately, their President Huo had this silent, reserved, and aloof temperament.
Liang Xiao’s heart beat a little faster as he closed his eyes, trying his best to suppress his chaotic thoughts: “The keys–”
Huo Lan: “I’ll have someone come collect them.”
Liang Xiao wanted to ask more but felt too embarrassed to do so.
It wasn’t that he really wanted to make an armor, having so many keys wasn’t actually of much use.
But he still wanted to keep them.
After all… they were given by Huo Lan.
He could count them when thinking about President Huo.
Liang Xiao held back for a while, then asked shamelessly: “After they’re collected…”
Huo Lan imitated him, gently touching his cheek: “I’ll give them back to you.”
When Liang Xiao did it himself, he had steeled his nerves and didn’t think much of it. But when Huo Lan’s cool, gentle breath softly touched him, his whole being buzzed, instantly losing his voice: “…”
Their President Huo was exceptionally talented.
Huo Lan composed himself, steadily holding the bubbling Liang Xiao, and turned up the stairs back to the master bedroom.
Liang Xiao hadn’t recovered yet, lying on the bed slowly adjusting himself, watching Huo Lan take the pajamas into the bathroom. He reached into his jacket, slowly pulling out the script.
He had been planning to trick Huo Lan by saying he didn’t like studying and would get sleepy just looking at the script.
Liang Xiao was bored, and before tricking President Huo into reading it to him, he casually flipped through a few pages.
Liang Xiao yawned, his eyelids gradually drooping, and he actually fell asleep.
–
Huo Lan didn’t linger long, quickly showering and changing into his pajamas before coming out.
Liang Xiao was curled up under the light, already asleep in a ball.
It was his first day back at work, and today’s workload had actually been a bit excessive, plus he had worked overtime in the evening and been frozen in the hallway for half the night.
When Liang Xiao was energetically joking with him earlier, it wasn’t noticeable, but now sleeping quietly, a hint of fatigue showed between his brows.
Huo Lan stood silently for a while, then walked over.
Liang Xiao wasn’t in a deep sleep, and sensing the shadow under the light, he stirred and opened his eyes: “Who–”
Huo Lan dimmed the lights: “It’s me.”
Liang Xiao had only been in a daze for a moment, but he vaguely felt like he had several dreams, feeling a bit disoriented as he rubbed his temples.
Huo Lan frowned, feeling his forehead: “Not feeling well?”
Liang Xiao shook his head: “It’s nothing.”
It was probably just from reciting poetry for no reason earlier.
He usually didn’t often recall his teenage years, but lately, dreams of that time would pop up frequently, constantly reminding him to maintain a loyal love for studying.
Huo Lan had just warmed himself with hot water, feeling that he could now hold Liang Xiao freely. He got into bed and pulled Liang Xiao into his arms.
Liang Xiao hadn’t fully warmed up yet, and was stunned for a moment as he was enveloped by the warm, moist air from Huo Lan’s body.
His chilled front and back were suddenly warmed, and Liang Xiao couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of relief, instinctively leaning closer to Huo Lan.
Huo Lan was silent for a long time: “I’m sorry.”
Liang Xiao was puzzled: “For what?”
Huo Lan: “I should have held onto you.”
Liang Xiao didn’t understand at first, thought for a while, then couldn’t help but laugh: “It’s okay, just remember to play along next time.”
Liang Xiao was truly cold, and enjoying the warmth from Huo Lan’s body, he didn’t want to let go, snuggling even closer into Huo Lan’s embrace.
Huo Lan hugged him back.
The overwhelming warmth settled quietly, and his body finally warmed up completely.
Liang Xiao let out a satisfied sigh, hugging Huo Lan tightly, planning how to further trick their President Huo into reading the script to him.
…The text was too small, it hurt his eyes to read.
Liang Xiao had made up his mind and was about to speak when Huo Lan had already picked up the script left on the side.
Huo Lan adjusted the light, propped himself up with one arm, leaning against the headboard, and pulled Liang Xiao to lean against his chest.
Liang Xiao looked up in surprise.
Huo Lan met his gaze: “Your eyes don’t hurt?”
Liang Xiao opened his mouth, almost thinking he had accidentally spoken his thoughts aloud: “A, a little.”
Liang Xiao tugged at the script: “The text–”
Huo Lan: “Is too small.”
Liang Xiao: “…”
It’s over.
Their President Huo might have unlocked a new skill after predicting snow.
Mind reading.
Liang Xiao couldn’t help himself and quickly recalled the erotic novel he had just read ten times in his mind.
Huo Lan’s mind-reading ability seemed to stop at this point, as he didn’t receive any further information. He took the script and told Liang Xiao to lean against him.
“Scene One,” Huo Lan turned a page, “Study, Interior, Day.”
Liang Xiao: “…”
Huo Lan: “…”
Huo Lan, unfamiliar with filming procedures, didn’t expect the script’s wording to be so explicit, and couldn’t help but frown slightly.
“Day — means daytime.”
Liang Xiao explained with difficulty: “Scene, location, time.”
Liang Xiao felt that explaining made it worse than not explaining, but having started, he had to continue: “It means — the location is the study, interior scene, daytime shoot…”
Huo Lan understood: “…I apologize.”
Liang Xiao was burning up and not cold at all anymore: “No need.”
Huo Lan had always been strict with himself, shaking his head: “I thought of things I shouldn’t have.”
Liang Xiao: “…”
Liang Xiao suddenly had a particularly ominous premonition.
Huo Lan had always been honest in his apologies, no matter what mistake he made, he would sincerely and seriously apologize with a solemn attitude.
After being corrected by Liang Xiao for so long, he had only progressed from writing apology letters to trying to simplify the content of his apologies and stating them concisely verbally.
In the future, if they accidentally got carried away…
It wasn’t impossible that their President Huo might write an “Apology Letter for Accidentally Having Sex with Mr. Liang in the Study”.
“You don’t need to… apologize for everything,” Liang Xiao said, feeling his vision blur at the thought of such a scenario. “It’s not your fault.”
What he was thinking was definitely more inappropriate than what Huo Lan had thought.
Liang Xiao felt too embarrassed to say it directly: “Many things aren’t your fault.”
Liang Xiao tried his best to be subtle, gradually explaining: “Some things aren’t necessarily the fault of either person.”
For example, if one day President Huo kissed him in the study, or if they achieved some great harmony of life in the bedroom, it couldn’t be blamed on him for being a femme fatale, nor could President Huo be blamed for being frivolous.
Although Liang Xiao didn’t dare to do anything, he dared to imagine everything. His mind wandered freely, conjuring up several positions, successfully burning himself to a crisp.
Huo Lan was silent for a while, then said softly: “It’s not?”
Liang Xiao firmly denied: “It’s not.”
“The mistake could be anywhere…”
Liang Xiao thought hard: “A twist of fate, life playing tricks on us.”
