Fateful Deal

New Year's Eve, seven o'clock in the evening. Elio and Hiru were huddled on the sofa, each holding a game console in their hands. Only the lamp next to the sofa was turned on in the whole house, and the warm yellow light shone on the two people. The halo dispersed, and the rest of the place was still dark. The heater was on in the room and everything was warm, so the two of them changed into short-sleeved shorts. Elio sat cross-legged on the sofa, Hiru sitting next to him. "Day, there is a monster on the right!" Elio leaned forward slightly and stared at the screen, his light gray hair hanging in front of his forehead. "Here it comes." Zhou responded calmly and pressed his fingers quickly on the handle. It was clearly New Year's Eve, the lights were brightly lit, and there was a scene of family reunion, but the two of them were sitting at home playing games like children. Elio sighed inwardly and glanced at Hiru next to him. "Game Paused!" The large red fonts shone, reflecting in Hiru's eyes. He curled his lips and had a really nice smile... Elio stared at his side face and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Day was created by him and is his hard work. Day is his. "Elliot?" He didn't hear any movement for a long time and turned to look at him. The two people's eyes collided and intertwined, like static sweaters. With a snap, Elio's brain almost short-circuited for a moment. "Want to try cheating? I did pretty well..." Elio swallowed, his voice a little hoarse. He stood up half embarrassed and half embarrassed, scratched his head, and went to the kitchen before he could speak. Zhou was stunned for a moment, looked at his back, and slowly raised his lips. Dr. Elliot is really cute. Another burst of fireworks exploded, the window glass shook slightly, and Zhou's eyes drifted over there for a moment. "Ah... Fireworks." Elliot stood barefoot on the kitchen carpet. This was his second glass of cold water. "Ha..." After drinking the water, Elliot wiped the corners of his mouth and prepared to see what dishes were in the refrigerator. After all, he had said the words and there was no reason to take them back. However, he usually cooks meals during the day or orders takeout directly. He seems to rarely touch these. Thinking of the day... Elio shook his head and rubbed his face. "Elliot, what are you doing?" A low magnetic male voice came from behind, with a rising tone, and he seemed to be in a good mood. Hearing the familiar voice, Elliot's body tensed up. He turned around stiffly and looked at Zhou day and night. Zhou was leaning on the door frame, crossing his arms and looking lazy. The gray hollow short sleeves and white bottoming create a few wrinkles, outlining the perfect body lines. The light golden hair is a little curly, and finally those... His favorite eyes. Blue pupils, clear and beautiful, too clean to look good. Bang, bang, bang... Elio's Adam's apple moved, his heartbeat was loud, his chest sank, and he blushed unconsciously. "I... Am thirsty. Can't you drink some water?" Elliot seemed embarrassed, or maybe he was caught in his own embarrassment, and his attitude suddenly hardened. Zhou nodded, the corners of his lips still raised, as if he planned to keep staring at him. "What... What are you doing?" Elliot frowned, "You're not going to keep watching me cook, are you?" "It's nothing." Zhou rolled his eyes, "I just want to look at Elio." Elio was stunned, then lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips slightly. The tips of the ears were a little red under the warm yellow light of the kitchen. But it seemed that Hirui didn't pay much attention. He walked up to him, stretched out his hand and naturally took away the cup from Elio's hand. Elliot raised his head to watch him take the water and drank it naturally. …… Elio was stunned, alas, that's not right! That was the quilt he had just used, and he hadn't had time to brush it yet... "You... Um, um... Day?" Elio gritted his teeth and pointed at the cup, not knowing how to explain it to him. "Huh? Elio, do you dislike me?" Zhou put down the cup and stood in front of him with his head lowered, aggrieved. "... No." Elio turned away his face, coughed pretentiously, pushed him away a little, turned around and opened the refrigerator. Zhou stood behind him, looking at the little one in front of him who was almost stuffing his upper body into the refrigerator, his red ear tips and his trembling hands on the refrigerator. Suddenly, he couldn't help but laugh. Elio stiffened, lowered his head, and cursed secretly in his mind. Zhou is so smart, how could he not see his poor cover-up? It would have been nice to admit it openly, but now I feel more like a fool. Elliot gritted his teeth and turned around sharply to glare at him. Before Zhou could hide the raised corners of his lips, the two people met their eyes, and Zhou was stunned for a moment. "Hmph, I just stared at you for a while, why are you laughing?" Elliot crossed his arms and looked up at him. He gritted his teeth and slowly stood on his tiptoes, but he was still a head lower than Ri. Cut. Zhou was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to admit it like this, but his explanation seemed a lot pale. "Elio, I... Didn't mean that..." Elio raised his legs and walked closer. Hiru subconsciously stepped back, but then took his steps back. He just stood in front of him without moving, watching him come over. Elliot walked up to him, put one hand on his waist, and stretched out the other hand to poke his chest. "You are mine, let me look at you, is there any problem?" It was the first time that Zhou had seen Elio like this, arrogant, like a... Kitten. "No problem." Elio nodded with satisfaction, retracted his hand, returned to the sofa naturally, picked up a bag of potato chips and opened it, "How about you go cook~" Zhou was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at him. She has short curly gray hair, white short sleeves, black shorts, and... White calves. Zhou was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and when he spoke again, it was as usual: "Okay." Neither of them spoke during the meal, but Elio kept picking up food for Zhou as usual. Zhou almost didn't use his chopsticks today, but he still took a few bites when he saw Elio picking up food for him. The living room was quiet for a while, with only the sound of fireworks exploding outside the window. "What's wrong?" Elio looked at his phone. It was only after eight o'clock. "It's okay. Elio, do you want to drink?" Zhou stood up, opened the wine cabinet, and looked back at Elio. "Well... OK, you can choose. Even if the degree is not too high, I can do it." Elio didn't look up, biting his chopsticks and replying to the message. "Yeah." Zhou turned around, glanced at the number mark, and raised his lips. Pour the light pink wine into a transparent mug, and with a little decoration, you can get a pretty little sweet water. "Hey, why did you think of this bottle of wine? Didn't you dislike this before?" Elliot took the glass from Zhou and took a sip. "I want to try it again." Zhou poured himself half a cup and took a few sips. "Ahem!" Zhou coughed twice, wiped his lips, and when he raised his head again, there seemed to be a layer of mist in his eyes. Her lips were bright red, and her face was also tinged with a light pink color. Elio stared at his face, was stunned for a moment, took out a piece of toilet paper and handed it over: "Slow down, why are you drinking so fast..." Zhou stretched out his hand to take it, and when the cold touch touched Elio's hand, Elio was almost clever. It has been half an hour since the two of them finished eating and drinking. Elio sat dazedly on the chair. He didn't have the energy to say anything. Why was he so dizzy? When did your drinking capacity become so bad? "Elio, are you okay?" Zhou came over, and those bright blue eyes were so close. Elio was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to push him away, but when his hand was put on his shoulder, his appearance changed. Zhou just looked at him like this. Elio noticed his gaze and raised his head: "What's wrong——" Before he could finish his words, Hiru's hand had already gently held his face. His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of shocking something precious. Zhou's fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, and the warmth that covered Elio's cheek was ice-cold. "Day...?" Elliot's eyes widened slightly. "I want to kiss Elio." Said day. His tone was still so gentle, with a hint of boyish innocence, as natural as asking, "Can we play games together?" But there was something heavier in those blue eyes. Elliot said nothing. He was stunned for a moment, turned his head slightly, and rubbed his cheek into Zhou's palm. Then he raised his eyes and looked at him. The light gray eyes were full of indulgence. day bent down. He moved very slowly, as if he was afraid that Elio would avoid him. But Elio didn't hide. He just raised his head and looked at him. The first kiss fell on the corner of the lips. Gently, tentatively. Elliot's eyelashes trembled, but did not move. Then Zhou turned his head and kissed his lips. It wasn't that kind of passionate kiss. Very gentle, very slow, as if confirming something bit by bit. Zhou's hand slid from the side of Elio's face to the back of his neck, clasping it gently, and put his other hand around his waist, pulling him into his arms. Elio put his hand on his chest and curled his fingers, but in the end he didn't push it away. Instead, she gently grabbed his collar. The fireworks outside the window were still exploding, and the colorful lights fell on the two people, bright and clear. After a long time, Zhou finally let him go. Elio panted slightly, his lips a little redder than before. He tilted his head, not wanting Zhou to see his expression, but the tips of his ears were already red. Zhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled and pulled him up, "Go and lie down on the bed for a while, and I will make honey water for you." "Zhi." Elio called him. "... Huh?" "Look at me, okay?" When I turned around, I saw Elio turning away his face slightly in embarrassment. Hiru stretched out his hand, gently held his chin, and turned his face, Elliot was forced to look at him. The ends of his eyes were a little red, his eyelashes were moist, and his light gray eyes seemed to be filled with moonlight. Zhou looked at it, leaned down again, and placed a kiss on his eyes. "Riu..." Elio's voice was a little hoarse, "What are you doing..." "Kiss Elio." Riu said, "Didn't I just say that?" "..." Elio choked at his confident tone. He wanted to say something, but in the end he just curled his lips. "Do you like Elliot?" Zhou asked again. Elliot looked at him. The young man's eyes were clean, as if he was really asking seriously. But the hand around his waist tightened very tightly. "I like it." Elliot sighed softly and raised his hand to rub Zhou's hair, "I like it very much." Zhou smiled with his eyes bent. Elio was so dazed by him that he seemed to have stepped on the sun several times when he returned to the room. "Ziu... When did your drinking ability get better?" Elio was lying on the bed, watching Zhou pull up the quilt for himself, and then turned on the humidifier. "I've always had a good drinking capacity, Elio, but you don't know it." Zhou stood by the window, looked back at Elio, and raised his lips with a smile. "Go to sleep, Elio." In a daze, Elio lay down and fell asleep. He woke up suddenly in the middle of his sleep and opened his eyes drowsily. It was already dark outside, and every house had turned off their lights. He had really slept for a long time. "Elio." A voice came from the side. Elio was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked into those eyes. In the darkness, the breathing sounds of the two people were particularly clear. "Zi?" Zhou smiled, put his arms around his waist, and pulled him into his arms. Elio was stunned for a moment and shrank into his arms. "Happy New Year, Elio." Hiroshi's breath was warm on his shoulder. Elio pursed his lips, "Happy New Year, my Hiroshi..."