In Brianâs mind, Snow is always so coldly indifferent, he comes and goes alone, hates talking and hates smiling even more. He seems like he doesnât care about anything at all and he doesnât take anyone seriously. However, at this moment, this young man who came back alone on this cold night, even bringing along the slight chilliness of the nightâs wind with him, he was now holding onto him like he was his last hope, leaning closely into his arms.
Brian was keenly aware that Snow was a little unusual tonight. He was pale and his whole body was ice-cold, just like he was fished out of a freezer. It seemed that even his blood was rapidly freezing.
Looking at the youthâs face buried in his chest, Brian was so distressed that he immediately and gently reached out and carefully stroked his hair, he asked softly: âWhat happened to you? If you encounter any difficult situations, you can tell me. I will help you think of a wayâŚâŚâ
Snow lightly shook his head, tightened his arms, and leaned his entire body into Brianâs arms, feeling the warmth pouring off his chest, he said in a low voice: âDonât talk, let me hold you for a moment.â
Snow took the initiative to suggest âlet me hold you for a momentâ, Brian was overwhelmed from such favor, he froze in place and had no idea where to place his limbs.
Snow didnât come back all night and his communicator wouldnât even connect. Brian sat in the living room and waited for most of the night. He didnât expect that once Snow came back, he would unexpectedly take the initiative to enter a hugâŚâŚ
Brian stood there being held tightly by Snow, feeling that he was reallyâŚâŚ Worth everything.
The urge to protect this person suddenly swelled throughout his whole chest.
Brian no longer hesitated and immediately hugged Snow tightly, Snow requested âdonât talkâ, and so Brian no longer spoke, just using his actions to express his distress and concern.
Brian stroked his back with his fingers over and over again, using his body to slowly enclose the cold as ice Snow in heat.
The feeling of being caressed was very comfortableâŚâŚ
Snow couldnât help but relax and lightly close his eyes.
When he was a child, he liked to be in his Dadâs arms. Dad always stroked his head like this and patted his back so that he could fall asleep with peace of mind. Later after his Dad left. He had been alone for many years. When he slept, he was always used to curling up and wrapping himself tightly with a quilt. Now, he actually feels this long-lost warmth again, the warmth coming off of Brian.
In the past, he always waited for his father to come home, he waited for his Dad, he waited for Uncle Wald, waiting for them to come while in reality, they left without even saying goodbye.
Only Brian will wait for him to come back.
Because Brian waits so stubbornly for him, he doesnât want to leave.
Before he when he was too young, he was always powerless towards those people who left. Now all grown up, in this seldom felt warmthâŚâŚ He wants to carefully cherish it and he wants to hold it closely in his hands.
***
Udir had a very long dream.
In the dream of a vast expanse of the whiteness of snow, the whole world is covered with silver and wrapped in white. The weather is very cold, but the bottom of his heart is nevertheless incomparably warm.
He lives in a small villa that seems to be in a remote small-town far away from the city. There are not many residents around and it is unusually quiet.
In this vague dreamland, there was a man in the kitchen currently tying up an apron while simmering soup. The strong scent of the fragrance permeated the air throughout the whole house. He saw himself step forward and he gently hugs the manâs waist from behind, resting his chin on the manâs shoulder, he said in a low voice: âWhat are you making thatâs so delicious? Let me help youâŚâŚâ
The man smiled and said: âYouâd be more of a hindrance than a help, go out and wait.â
Udir ruthlessly holds him tightly, his scorching lips kiss up to his neck.
The manâs neck is fair and slender, and there is a distinctive bite-mark on the back. In this dream, that light pink mark is extremely vivid. Udir saw himself open his mouth and gently bit down at that place with his teeth. The man in his arms suddenly trembled and his body was immediately stretched taut. Udir gave a slight smile, and naughtily loosened his bathrobe with a single hand and reached in.
âOhâŚâŚ DonâtâŚâŚâ The tone of the manâs lowered voice sounds especially erotic, and each word provokes the desire in the deepest part of his body. Udir narrowed his eyes and brazenly slid his pants down and reached for the sensitive part of his lower body.
Just as they were going to be intimate, a young and tender voice abruptly sounded in his earâ
âDad, Iâm so hungryâŚâŚ Are you still not done making the soup?â
The manâs face suddenly went red, and the soup that was being cooked in the earthenware pot was immediately overturned. A large amount of soup splashed out in an instant. Udir was sharp-sighted and deft, he reached out and drew him over in a protective embrace. The scalding soup was all poured onto his wrist.
Udir abruptly woke up with a start from this dream.
The scene in his dream was genuinely so realistic that he could even clearly feel the scalding pain of being burnt on his wrist.
The faint scent of shower gel on the manâs body, that pair of dark eyes full of worry, his gentle voice as he nervously askedâYouâre okay, rightâ, the child who was scared into hiding and then peeking from behind the door, as well as the kitchen being completely sprayed by the spilled soupâŚâŚ
That kind of similar smell of âhomeâ, even made the rims of Udirâs eyes burst into heat.
Lowering his head down to look at his left hand, there is indeed a burn mark on his wrist. It is ages-old and has long since already grown new skin, leaving only a light scar. In fact, with current medical technology, it can completely get rid of this scar, but Udir is reluctant to part with it. For him, any marks on his body may represent an extremely precious memoryâŚâŚ
He didnât expect that with yesterdayâs fever, it would unexpectedly put him in a dream where he even recalled a few past events.
Recently, he has frequently been having all kinds of strange dreams, but Udir feelsâ maybe they arenât dreams at all, but rather a memory that has occurred in reality! The memories that he had lost are gradually being recovered through dreams.
Thinking of this, Udir couldnât help but think of the doctor who came to see him this afternoon.
The doctor looks ordinary but has a pair of extremely dark eyes that shine, in a way they were very similarâŚâŚ To that man in his dreamâŚâŚ
Udir massaged his aching temple, sitting up and feeling thirsty, he looked around to find a glass of water placed close-by on the bedside tableâ
Did that doctor leave it behind?
He has not experienced this kind of feeling of being taken care of in his life for so many years. The gentleness of that man made him want to draw him into his arms, want to possess, want to endlessly dominate him, never letting him goâŚâŚ Could the doctor named Charley be related to the man in his dreams? Why did he have such a strong sense of familiarity when he saw him?