I looked helplessly at his slightly drunken sleepiness, helpless, and said, "You come out of the closet first, okay?"

Mousa wrapped his arms around my neck even tighter, his eyes still closed, unable to tell whether it was a dream or a truth: "If I come out, you will want to drive me away again." I didn't sleep well for many days, so I just had a rest here, closer to cece. ”

As soon as my chest hurt, I couldn't help but lower my head and gently drop a 'kiss' on his cheek, very gentle, very focused, and said, "I won't drive you away." ”

"Are you serious?" he stiffened, and slowly opened his eyes, his clear eyes meeting mine, and the question was expectant.

Without answering his question directly, I let go of my hand that was dragging his body, and instead said with a serious expression: "Mosa, I have something to say to you." ”

Visibly uneasy, he slowly withdrew his hand and braced himself on the ground in an attempt to stand up. The tall figure had been curled up in the closet for too long, and his limbs were a little stiff and a little staggering.

I helped him up, apologetically, "I'm sorry. ”

"Did you really forget me in the closet just now, or did you deliberately want to punish me?" he asked faintly, his voice as gentle as a breeze.

I was ashamed and said, "I didn't mean to ......"

He breathed a sigh of relief, didn't even question, and nodded: "That's good." ”

After saying that, he came over and hugged me, and stroked my long hair. This hug, so soft, so warm, I really want people to lean on it all the time and never leave it for the rest of their lives.

But after a long silence, I still took a breath, 'pumped' out of his arms, and returned to the topic I wanted to talk about: "Mosa, you know that I have you in my heart, and I know that you are thinking of me. If I don't kick you away, I hope you can listen carefully, okay?"

"Good. He nodded.

I pursed my lips and searched for the opening line, "I don't know how much you heard our conversation outside in the closet, but those words gave me some inspiration. ”

He frowned, and hesitantly asked me, "Do you mean your friend George, or the logical circle you discussed later?"

"Both. ”

He said anxiously: "I have listened to your conversation, George's situation is not the same as ours, and it cannot be compared. ”

I bit my lip and was a little embarrassed: "It's not exactly the same, but he and I have at least one thing in common, that is, we both affect other people's marital feelings." ”

Fearing that I would feel guilty, Moses resolutely stopped me from saying: "Do not say that! ”

He paused, seemed to be thinking about the lines that turned around, choked his throat, lowered his eyes and whispered: "As you discussed before, nothing has happened to us, you are not wrong, I am not wrong, we are now, there is nothing wrong with it......"

This sentence may be a psychological comfort, or an excuse for self-exculpation. But in the special legal context of the UAE, I couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong, so I could only follow my own mood and silently agree with this statement.

So, I looked at him and said solemnly, "Mousa, if you can, treat our current relationship as a normal 'relationship' process before you marry your little wife." The two of us, we don't have a relationship of possession and possession, but we don't need to pretend to be strangers like before. You are you, I am me, you can 'communicate' and meet, but don't contain each other, and don't do things that shouldn't happen. This is the bottom line for us to continue to get along, and if we break through, there will be no room for manoeuvre. I looked up at him, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Musa was stunned, digesting my language, and after a while, he closed his eyes slightly: "Yes." ”

"Can you do it, then?" I asked in a low voice.

Musa slowly opened his eyes, stared at me quietly for a long time, looked at me in the light of the moonlight, and whispered, "Okay." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, I didn't feel relieved, but sighed softly. I didn't dare to ask myself whether it was right or wrong to do this. Glimpsing that there was still half a cup of unfinished pomegranate juice in front of the table, he raised his head and drank the contents of the cup, only to feel that there was no sweet and greasy taste, but bittersweet and half-ginseng.

Musa had no expression on his face, only stared at the empty glass I had drunk. Perhaps, at this moment, his mind is the same as mine. I was reluctant to let go and leave, and I didn't dare to talk about the future. The future is too far away, at least for now, and we can still covet the warmth of this restraint.

After a long time, Musa suddenly asked coldly, "What is the act that should not have happened?"

I was stunned, but before I could react, Mosa's hand had already touched my face and swept across my moist skin: "Is that counted?"

I was 'confused' in my heart, opened my mouth, and before I could answer, his broad body hugged me again, and locked me tightly in his arms: "What about this?" Lowering his head, he rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of my nose, leaned down, and intertwined with my 'lips' and tongue, inseparable, and asked again, "What about this?"

I don't know how to reply, and I don't want to say that I'm still in a 'confused' situation, and I'm suffering from this 'confusion'. But this well-timed silence seemed to Mouses to become a kind of acquiescence, holding me in front of his broad 'chest' and letting the sound of his heartbeat tremble my eardrums.

After a while, the heaving of his chest intensified, and the breath that fell on my neck became more and more rapid, and his hand reached through my wide cuffs to my clothed skin, and I was awakened by an instinctive shudder.

"This won't work!" I took a big step back, and looked at him, my lips pursed into a line, and my breath swayed.

Musa didn't make any further moves, and stood silently in place, as if nothing had just happened.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to ask a little bit more clearly. The corners of his mouth hooked a faint wry smile, so faint that it seemed to be nothing, "Now, I have understood that I will not go beyond this boundary." ”

I vaguely understood in my heart that he just didn't want to take this unexpected opportunity to strive for more intimacy. In fact, for me, this 'confused' silence is not conniving? I want to love each other, but also want to abide by my own moral bottom line, and in order to achieve this goal, how much will we pay for it?

I lowered my eyes, avoided his gaze, and stretched out the hooked little finger of my right hand: "Okay, then, we'll make up our minds." ”

The atmosphere was quiet and airy, only the sound of each other's breathing still lingered in the room. After a while, Musa finally stretched out his little finger and hooked it with me. The smile in his eyes was helpless and desolate.

That night, I didn't chase him away. But because of the promise he made today, he left on his own. Just now, in the quiet room, the rapid rise and fall of his 'chest' rose from time to time, and his snort was heavy, if he stayed, I was afraid that he would not be able to sleep all night. Such a choice, leaving a little flawed, but on the surface, it seems like a two-pronged solution.

Can you really have both? I closed my eyes, and my mind was unsettled. Beneath the glamorous and calm exterior lies an entangled inside. I don't know how to delay my imagination, but I don't want to give up this beautiful hope.

The next day, Edward and Lian Pian came to me and drove with me to Jeb Hafit Hill. Moussa was still with Jiayi, and the school teacher led the rest of the students to the bus.

As you climb the winding road around the mountain, you can see towering peaks with rugged limestone surfaces. It is said that many racing movies have been filmed on this road, and from a distance, it really feels like a Japanese racing anime.

When you reach the summit, you will be greeted by a panoramic view of the entire Alein, and the oases and natural hot springs at the foot of the mountain are very conspicuous, which are mottled blue-green in the middle of the loess. In front of the endless desert, Jeb Hafit Mountain looks magnificent, although it does not have a glimpse of the majesty of the mountains, but there is the arrogance of abandoning anyone. On the occasion of the Holy Day of Islam, many locals come here to commemorate the Prophet Muhammad.

When we drove up to the top of the hill, the school bus had not yet arrived. Edward invited Lian Pian and me to lunch at the cliffside hotel restaurant, Edenrock, to enjoy the warm sunshine and the strange scenery.

Not long after he sat down, he found that Mousa and Jia Yi had also come in. When they caught a glimpse of us, they came over and said hello. Edward was a hospitable man, and happily invited them to a table with us. Musa obviously didn't know the relationship between Jia Yi and Lian Pian, and sat down beside me politely, but Jia Yi had no choice but to sit down sullenly.

The five of us sat together, and the embarrassment was almost all together. But everyone covered it up very well, laughing at you and coming and going, and making up all kinds of topics to prevaricate.

In the middle of the conversation, I suddenly felt Moses' hand creeping over my hand from under the table. There is a tablecloth on the side of the table, and others will definitely not see it. I hesitated, considering whether such an act should be.

At that moment, there was a burst of cheers in the restaurant, and an Egyptian male geisha, dressed in clothes similar to Japanese kimonos, waved a long scarf, and performed an Egyptian dance. All eyes were on the swaggering Egyptian geisha, and no one paid any attention to me and Musa anymore.

So, quietly, gently, I put my hand over his, and held it tightly in an unknown corner.

In my heart, after all, it is tender and sweet.