How Did the Top-Tier Male Lead Fall in Love With Me? 42

Chapter 42

Shen Wu finished writing an “M” in Meng Huaizhi’s palm and took his hand back.

Meng Huaizhi closed his five fingers, retaining the residual warmth in his palm.

The warmth flowed along his fingers to his internal organs.

A thousand thoughts, it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

“Gege…” Shen Wu grumbled in his ear, “My head is so dizzy.”

“Because you’re drunk. You’ll be fine after a sleep.”

Meng Huaizhi lowered his eyes. The warm yellow light in the room softened his usually refined, cold, and stern face.

“You can lean on me.”

The drunk Shen Wu was too well-behaved.

He heard this command, tried his best to open his hazy eyes, and stared blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Meng Huaizhi thought he was hesitating, but he saw him blink a few times, then raise his hand, confirm the position of his shoulder, and then slowly lean over.

It was just leaning on someone else’s shoulder, but it was as if he had solved some earth-shattering problem.

Meng Huaizhi chuckled.

Like a spring flower blown by the wind, falling onto a clear, thawed lake.

After a long while, he called out softly, “Shen Wu.”

Shen Wu still had a trace of clarity in his daze, or perhaps it was just a conditioned reflex, “…Mm.”

“Xiao Wu.”

“Mm.”

“Wuwu?”

“Mm.”

Perhaps because these names were all used by someone, Shen Wu responded to every call.

“Shen Wu.”

“…”

“Shen Wu?”

“…Mm.”

Perhaps he was annoyed at being called. This last time, Shen Wu only responded after a few seconds. The head resting on Meng Huaizhi’s shoulder moved, and the fluffy tips of his hair brushed against the hollow of his neck.

A few strands of stray hair actually stirred up an overwhelming itch.

After a moment, Shen Wu stopped, obediently leaning still, leaving the other person alone with his troubled thoughts.

Meng Huaizhi turned his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and looked at Shen Wu’s drooping black lashes, his flushed cheeks, and his chest that was rising and falling slightly with his breath.

Peaceful and beautiful.

It made one wish that this moment would never end.

But he couldn’t hold back and disturbed this tranquility. He carefully chose his words before he spoke, “Shen Wu, do you… still like me now?”

“…”

Shen Wu did not make a sound.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

But the person staring at him was too careful. That gaze was as if it were real, able to peel away every inch of his subtle changes.

“I’m going to sleep.”

Shen Wu used a mumble to deal with this difficult question.

Then, he moved away from Meng Huaizhi’s shoulder without a trace, his body tilted, and he fell onto the empty sofa next to him.

He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He felt the seat behind him become empty. Meng Huaizhi stood up, and his cold aura moved along the sofa, never going far.

Finally, the owner of the aura stopped and did not move for a long time.

Shen Wu couldn’t hold back his curiosity and quietly opened his eyelids a crack.

Unexpectedly, he met the eyes of Meng Huaizhi, who was sitting on the armrest.

The distance was too close, and they looked directly into each other’s eyes.

Shen Wu was so shocked that his peach blossom eyes widened in an instant, and his plan to pretend to be asleep was thus ruined.

Meng Huaizhi’s eyelids were lowered, and he stared at his eyes, nose, and lips.

Then his head also lowered, and an aggressive shadow slowly approached.

Shen Wu did not close his eyes, but he also did not dodge.

When the distance was compressed to the limit, and their hot breaths intertwined, he finally couldn’t help but close his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling restlessly.

After a long while.

A soft touch on the tip of his nose.

Meng Huaizhi’s kiss had landed on the small mole on the tip of his nose.

Careful and cautious, a light touch and then they separated.

Shen Wu opened his eyes again, and a different kind of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Meng Huaizhi stood up, returned to his original position, and sat next to him.

There was a smile in the corners of his mouth and eyes, and his voice was unusually gentle, “You can tell me when you’re sober.”

Shen Wu slowly climbed over the back of the sofa and turned over. He wanted to sit up, but his body was too heavy to obey.

He tried to lean on Meng Huaizhi’s shoulder, but this time he didn’t find the right landing spot and missed by a few centimeters, landing on Meng Huaizhi’s leg.

Meng Huaizhi felt a weight on his thigh and then saw Shen Wu’s head resting on it.

In an instant, his whole body stiffened.

Shen Wu called him again in a slurred voice, “Gege.”

Shen Wu’s eyes were closed, his eyelashes hanging down obediently, and his cheeks were slightly red.

He did look a little drunk.

Meng Huaizhi had thought that he had mistaken him for someone else, but now that he thought about it, he was probably really drunk, which was why he was randomly calling him gege. Maybe he had brought the script of the second episode of Wonderful Adventure into reality.

And the question that Shen Wu had refused to answer was the little bit of sobriety left in his drunkenness.

Perhaps the question of whether he liked him or not was too important to him. Even when he was drunk, his instincts were still on guard, so tight-lipped.

Meng Huaizhi couldn’t help but stroke his shoulder, and then his back, his movements gentle and soft.

This was a restrained intimacy.

Shen Wu unknowingly relaxed and became drowsy, feeling that this chaotic state was extremely comfortable.

It was like a winter morning, with the cold air outside condensing into a thin mist, while he was hiding in a warm and comfortable quilt, resting on a soft pillow, and lazing in bed.

“Gege,” he couldn’t help but let down his guard, and the doubts he had had these days also slipped out. “Do you… like me? Not… the kind for a younger brother.”

“…You’re still calling me gege,” Meng Huaizhi’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he said with a hint of helplessness, “How do you want me to answer you?”

The drunk Shen Wu naturally couldn’t understand the deep meaning of the overly complex words. He said slowly, “Can’t I… call you gege?”

Then he said again, “Gege.”

Meng Huaizhi chuckled helplessly.

His voice came from above his head, and along with a warm hand, it gently covered the top of Shen Wu’s head.

“I’ll tell you when you’re sober.”

Shen Wu: “…”

The lazy state he had been in just now was as comfortable as he was now annoyed.

What does this person mean?

The drunk him still had a bit of reason and logical thinking ability, but unfortunately, it was only a little bit.

“Gege,” this call was much clearer, and Shen Wu thought it was quite intimidating.

However, Meng Huaizhi was not scared at all and was completely unaware of the possible crisis. “Mm?”

Xiang Zixu had told him that Shen Wu was a very good drinker, quiet, and would go to sleep by himself when he was drunk.

Today, he was a little more drunk than usual. Besides the change in address, it was pretty much the same as what Xiang Zixu had said.

Meng Huaizhi felt his thoughts floating softly like a cloud.

It was an unprecedented feeling of lightness.

He had restrained his feelings for his younger brother, almost deceiving himself.

And Shen Wu was the same as him.

They had missed many years, but they had always been by each other’s side.

And at this moment, he could directly feel Shen Wu’s temperature and weight.

The more than ten years they had spent together were his most cherished memories, and this moment was even more precious than all the years in the past.

In such a beautiful moment, the well-behaved Shen Wu, who was resting on his leg, moved, his fluffy black hair brushing against his trousers.

Shen Wu propped himself up with one hand on the sofa in front of him and barely lifted his head.

Meng Huaizhi’s breathing stopped, and the pale blue veins on the back of his hand couldn’t help but bulge.

Shen Wu tried for a long time. His body was heavy and tired, and he couldn’t support himself with one hand. He added his other hand and, being close, grabbed the placket of Meng Huaizhi’s suit.

Meng Huaizhi did not move, and the suit was of excellent quality, a perfect support.

Shen Wu held on to Meng Huaizhi’s lapel and moved up bit by bit.

His mind was muddled, with an elusive joy, and a faint annoyance and grievance.

He was holding it in and urgently needed to vent it immediately.

In front of Meng Huaizhi, he also had the right to be willful.

He saw the prominent Adam’s apple on his smooth neck, sliding up and down from time to time.

It was as if he was about to vent all the emotions he had suppressed for many years.

He bit down on that sharp Adam’s apple.