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But it's okay, Wei Qing likes to be jealous, when he cooks cucumbers, he always makes a separate portion for himself and puts a lot of vinegar in it, because he knows he likes to eat it, so he puts in a small packet of vinegar.

In this case, Wei Qing should like to eat this noodle.

Yan Chuyang put down his heart, picked up a large bowl of noodles by his hand, got up and walked out.

It was past ten o'clock, and Wei Qing's door was still closed.

Looking at the very isolated door, Yan Chuyang sighed heavily, walked to the door lightly, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom." No one responded.

"Dong dong dong." The room was quiet.

Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth, and shouted bravely: "Wei Qing..."

Still no one spoke.

The boy's beating heart gradually cooled down.

Yan Chuyang knew that Wei Qing hadn't slept at all.

His work and rest time is after 10:30, at this point, he must still be processing the company's documents.

He obviously didn't sleep, and he could hear him calling him, but he didn't respond, he just kept him cold, let him dry, and treated him like air.

The boy's hand holding the bowl gradually tightened, and the veins on the back of the hand were faintly protruding.

He wanted to let him get out of trouble and leave with his luggage, right?

Don't talk about divorce, but use cold violence to force him to leave in another way.

Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth, his heart felt like warm oil was slowly frying, anxious and helpless.

He thought that after so many things, the two of them could finally calm down and live a good life. Unexpectedly, Wei Qing's boredom came faster and more intensely than he expected.

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyelids, looked at the noodles that were gradually lumping together in his hands, and said weakly: "I know you are annoying me, but you have been working all day and you haven't even eaten dinner. If you just sleep like this, you will feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night , I served noodles for you, if you don’t want me to go in, then I’ll put the noodles outside, when I’m gone, you open the door and take them in to eat.”

After finishing speaking, Yan Chuyang lowered his body, put the bowl on the edge of the door, turned and went upstairs.

He really didn't have the energy to stand here and feel his neglect.

Already used to his unconditional tolerance and accommodation, suddenly being rejected by him like this, he felt a sense of suffocation.

As soon as Yan Chuyang went upstairs, he took off his shoes and threw himself on the bed, covering himself with the quilt.

Sleep is the best way to escape.

In the dream, Wei Qing would not quarrel with him, nor would he have so many inexplicable worries about gain and loss.

Yan Chuyang has a skill, that is, when others are sad, they will suffer from insomnia, but he will help them sleep when they are sad.

And the more sad you are, the more peaceful you sleep.

In the year when grandma died, he basically relied on sleeping to heal his injuries.

The clock was ticking, and the person on the bed was breathing lightly and sleeping soundly.

Yan Chuyang had a dream, in which Wei Qing apologized to him.

Wei Qing said sorry, and said that the reason why he ignored him today was just because he was too tired, and it was not intentional at all.

Yan Chuyang was a little angry and didn't want to forgive him, because he couldn't understand why he could casually say such excessive words to make him take back his liking for him because he was tired.

So, he said to Wei Qing, you go, I don't want to forgive you yet, I want to be quiet by myself.

Wei Qing said, but today's goodnight kiss hasn't been kissed yet, do you still want to kiss?

Yan Chuyang wanted to grit his teeth and say no, but he didn't have the heart to spit out the words. He turned a small corner and said awkwardly, "Kiss, after kissing, you can go, I want A person is quiet and quiet.

He hated himself for being worthless, but there was nothing he could do, there was no way, Wei Qing asked him for a kiss, how could he have the heart to refuse?

As soon as Wei Qing heard him say that he could kiss, he immediately rushed forward, hugged him and kissed him.

Yan Chuyang thought it was just a light and shallow good night kiss, but unexpectedly, Wei Qing kissed him desperately, his tongue drove straight into his mouth, licked and bit his mouth without restraint, and his lips were also forcefully held. Give him some room to retreat.

The kiss was very long, and Yan Chuyang felt more and more thin in the air in his chest, he wanted to step back, but Wei Qing held the back of his head with his palm, and there was no way for him to move back.

The feeling of suffocation is getting deeper...

"Hmm... cough cough cough!" The boy suddenly coughed lightly and opened his eyes from the dream.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that this was not a dream.

The man's deep facial features are close in front of his eyes, the two faces are close to each other, and their breaths are entangled.

Seeing that he woke up, Wei Qing slightly lowered his head and pecked the boy's slightly swollen lips, and backed away expressionlessly. The two people's lips were entangled for a long time, and there was a trace of obscene silver thread sticking together.

Yan Chuyang was stunned for a long time before recovering from the shock. He straightened up suddenly, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and said with a blushing face, "What are you doing? It's in the middle of the night..."

Wei Qing didn't speak, just pulled the boy's hand over, looked at the burn on his palm, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Did it burn while cooking?"

Yan Chuyang hummed.

"How could it be hot?"

Yan Chuyang coughed lightly, and after a long silence, he said, "The noodles overflowed from the pot. I went to catch them, but I got burned..."

"Idiot!" Wei Qing cursed in a low voice.

The boy looked embarrassed, he struggled with his wrist and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Wei Qing didn't let go of him, but just freed up a hand, picked up a medical cotton pad from the table next to him, dipped some medicine in a small black bottle, and wanted to Wipe Yan Chuyang's wound.

He had already brought the scald medicine.

He came up once, originally to see if Yan Chuyang was sleeping well, but when he saw the boy's hand was injured, he went downstairs to get the scalding medicine.

At first, he wanted to give him medicine while he was sleeping, but seeing the boy sleeping so well and so cutely, he couldn't help himself, so he pressed him down and kissed him. The more he kissed, the more vigorous he was, and the kiss woke him up .

Seeing the wet cotton swab, the boy's face froze, and he frowned quickly: "Don't apply the medicine, the pain has just passed, and it will hurt even more if you apply the medicine again."

Wei Qing paused, lowered his eyes to stare at the glaring redness on his palm, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes a little awkwardly and said, "It must have hurt when I was first burned, but it's much better now..."