"Eri, Eli." "Are you dreaming? I'm here, I'm here." The man's deep and sweet voice was like ice crystals falling to the bottom of the lake, and the ripples slowly drove away the darkness of the night. He felt something warm pass through his hair and attach to the back of his head. "Eri." The voice called softly again. My body seemed to be warmer. Wait, it's warmer, am I cold, where is this. Ellison's mind was in turmoil. It was as if something sticky had mixed his thoughts into a ball, and he couldn't pull them away no matter how hard he tried. Hmm... What does it taste like, sweet? No, it's not pleasant at all, although it's mixed with sweetness. Well, not really, it seems, I am quite excited? Smell this? Well, it smells a little fishy, but it's not unpleasant. Instead, my body is shaking with excitement. Where am I? "Eri, wake up." This time the voice was a little urgent and panicked. He felt as if his cheek was touched by something soft, then his forehead, the center of his eyebrows, the tip of his nose... That thing was really powerful, and everywhere it touched was warmed as if by a spell. Ellison thought. "Wake up and look at me, Ellison." This time, the man's pleasant voice contained more of a commanding tone than gentleness. ... It's so boring, I'm still a little breathless. This was Ellison's first thought after waking up. It's also a bit dark, with only a little light filtering through the edges of the field of vision. What is going on, is it night? This was Sen's second thought. Before he could continue with his third thought, a familiar voice came from above his head. "You're awake, Eli." There was pleasure in the man's voice. He could almost imagine the corners of the man's mouth rising and his eyes narrowing slightly when he spoke. "Well, Sidri, let me go first." He finally understood why he was out of breath, and his eyes became dark. The man's hand clasped the back of his head forcefully, pressing Ellison against his chest, and his other hand tightly wrapped around Ellison's waist, holding him in his arms. The hand clasped behind the head reached under the armpit and gently pulled Ellison upward. Their faces were so close that the man's lips were almost touching his forehead. The man once again put his hands tightly around Ellison's waist, "No, you haven't said good morning to me yet." The man's warm breath blew on his forehead, and Ellison's heart became irritable for no reason.
Purpose: No matter where you are, live independently and strongly