A love story of two ladyboys

The dark walls reflect the colorful neon lights of the hotel outside the window, as if adding a few clusters of wild flowers to the monotonous walls.Several taxis sped past, casting a string of fast-moving yellow spots.

Ji Yao's Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed lightly.

As the oldest one, Mr. Qin thought that he should sleep on the outermost side in order to prevent the "tragedy that both Ji Yao and Qin Shuo fell out of bed" from happening.

Ji Yao was sandwiched between the father and son of the Qin family. It was hard to say that he was crowded, but he couldn't sleep no matter what.The slight exhalation carried body temperature and landed on the side of his ear, which was itchy but didn't dare to scratch it, which was very tormenting.

Sensing the subtle and slow stretching movements of his legs, Mr. Qin bit Ji Yao's ear like a bulldog declaring sovereignty, and deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Ji Yao, are you still awake?"

It had been four hours since they were lying in bed.

Ji Yao didn't speak, but moved his fingers, and tapped the back of Mr. Qin's hand lightly with his index finger, perhaps because of the interlocking of his fingers, that small piece of skin was scalding to death.

"Don't dare to speak?" Qin Xuan smiled, "Qin Shuo won't wake up."

"I..." Ji Yao cleared his throat cautiously, "Mr. Qin... can you stop hugging me so tightly... I will get nervous if you do this."

Under the quilt, Qin Xuan hugged Jiyao with his hands and feet on the grounds that "the bed is too small and easy to fall", like a koala hanging on a tree. As long as there is no earthquake, it is estimated that it is unlikely to fall that's it.

Ji Yao felt that his leg was about to be imprinted by some unspeakable part.

Qin Xuan: "No, I will fall if you let go."

Ji Yao sighed, it seemed that he was destined to lose sleep tonight.

After the two were silent for 10 minutes, Qin Xuan said softly again: "Ji Yao, I can't sleep either."

Ji Yao was afraid of crushing the little friend sleeping beside him into a big character, so he could only sacrifice himself, turned around slightly, and rested his head on Mr. Qin's arm with his heart hanging: "What should I do, I'm crushing you Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Qin Xuan lowered his head slightly, and rubbed the tip of Ji Yao's nose affectionately, "It's better to say that you are finally willing to lie down, I am very happy."

Ji Yao bit his lip subconsciously: "Mr. Qin, you are too flirtatious."

Qin Xuan: "Don't you like it, baby, then I will keep a straight face from now on?"

Ji Yao quickly denied it: "No, no, I like it, so don't keep a straight face."

If Mr. Qin stopped smiling and looked like his parents, that would be too strange. Thinking about it, he felt as if he was about to suffer mixed doubles, and his butt hurt.

In his heart, Ji Yao silently awarded Mr. Qin a "Most Provocative Award".

"Baby," Qin Xuan continued the "sexual harassment" activity, kissing and nibbling on Ji Yao's forehead, "I will come here every weekend from now on?"

Ji Yao obviously didn't read the deep meaning of this sentence, and said blankly: "Oh, good."

Qin Xuan immediately put on an aggrieved expression artificially, regardless of whether Ji Yao could see it or not.

"Then when will you come to live with me?" he asked.

Ji Yao blinked, and the soft eyelashes swept across Mr. Qin's chin.He hesitated and asked, "Next...next week?"

"That's what you said, don't go back."

Ji Yao chatted in a low voice for most of the night before realizing that he didn't feel cold tonight.The cold hands and feet in the bed have been upgraded to hands and feet, but I don't feel troubled.Mr. Qin's breathing was calm and stable, which was inexplicably reassuring.

Then he dozed off as daylight began, a thin humming sound from his stagnant nose.

Qin Xuan put his arms around Ji Yao, rubbed his sore eyes, and felt that the idea of ​​staying up all night was too exciting. I'm afraid he couldn't bear it at his age, so he could just rely on a person who slept soundly in his arms, and Then fell asleep.

Facts have proved that when a person is sick, the biological clock is basically useless, and memory may also decline.

"Brother is sick, you have to be obedient, you know, you can't disturb him, and he can't pester him to play games with you when he wakes up... The balcony is cold, baby, go lie down next to your brother, I'll call you when the meal is ready, be good, Dear..."

Ji Yao was woken up alive at nine o'clock in the morning, holding the hot water bottle in his arms and listening to Mr. Qin in a daze. He felt as if he had returned to high school, and when he woke up, he could hear the neighbor next door educating his son.It wasn't until Qin Shuo appeared at the door, climbed onto the bed carefully, and hid under the quilt like a little panda and hugged his waist, that he suddenly remembered who Mr. Qin was.

"Brother," Qin Shuo probably panicked, and got out after a while, leaning behind Ji Yao, staring at him with a pair of big black eyes, "Are you awake?"

Before Ji Yao could answer, the child had already yelled towards the door on his own initiative: "Daddy, Daddy, brother is awake!"

"Got it, baby."

Qin Xuan's voice was a little far away, maybe he was not fully awake yet, Ji Yao felt that it sounded a little hazy.

"Qin Shuo..." Ji Yao tried to make a sound with his burning throat, but he didn't expect the condition to be more serious than he thought, his voice was hoarse, his throat seemed to have barbs, and it hurt even to swallow .

Kid Qin Shuo obviously didn't care about others. He frowned and patted himself: "Baby... Shuo Shuo is a baby..."

Ji Yao couldn't help but silently smiled, children are quite interesting, and they are not afraid of strangers, much easier to get along with than he expected.

I thought it was going to be a bear...

He pressed his voice and asked, "Shuo Shuo is a baby, what is that brother?"

"Brother..." Qin Shuo stretched out a small hand and scratched his apple-like red face, tilted his head and thought for a while, "Brother is mother, father... father is still father."

Ji Yao was so shocked by the name "Mom" that he couldn't speak, with a confiscated smile on his lips, when he saw Mr. Qin in an apron appearing at the door.

"Ji Yao, are you awake?" Qin Xuan asked briefly, stepped to the bedside in three steps and two steps, bent down and probed the other person's forehead, and then pressed the hot water bottle again, "Turned you over without permission." My cupboard, I apologize in advance... Is this hot water bottle leaking?"

Ji Yao shook his head: "No, it's okay, you don't have to be so polite."

The place where Mr. Qin touched him had a distinctly different heat, as if he was really about to have a fever.

Qin Xuan looked at Ji Yao's blush in confusion: "Are you getting up, or sleep a little longer, I'm making porridge, and I'll fry an egg for you later?"

Ji Yao took a big breath of fresh air with his mouth before saying in a low voice, "I'll get up and take medicine."

"Then put on your clothes and get up again, don't freeze anymore," Qin Xuan once again rubbed Ji Yao's face with the back of his hand, "Your cold is really serious, I just saw that you only have cold medicine, does your throat hurt? , do you want me to buy some other medicine?"

"No, no, just drink more hot water." Ji Yao fully used a straight man's classic dialogue on himself. He sat up hugging the quilt, feeling his head was buzzing, and he didn't know what to think Yes, he even dared to lean on Mr. Qin for a while, his posture was like the old man who touches porcelain in the sketch, "Mr. Qin, I have caused you trouble."

The kid Qin Shuo rolled around on the bed a few times, and hugged Ji Yao's thigh while his father watched, "Little bastard, believe it or not, I'll hit you."

It's a pity that justifiably hugging and kissing is a privilege exclusive to children, and it's useless for Mr. Qin to be jealous.

"No trouble," Qin Xuan was defeated in the confrontation with his own son. He put down the sleeves of his sweater, patted Ji Yao on the back as if comforting, and continued to "talk about love" with him, "Do you have any questions?" I don’t have anything in particular that I want to eat, can I make it for you?”

Ji Yao smiled, and poked the tip of his chin on Mr. Qin's shoulder.

"Why are you coaxing a child? My mother asked me that when I was five years old. After entering middle school, I was left to fend for myself."

"You are a child," Qin Xuan simply sat down on the edge of the bed, hugged Ji Yao firmly into his arms, and pulled the quilt to cover his back by the way, while quietly scratching the soles of Qin Shuo's feet , "Jiyao, be obedient, tell me what you want to eat?"

Ji Yao stopped laughing, he thought about it seriously, and asked with some hesitation: "Can you cook what I want?"

Qin Xuan nodded: "As long as you don't say anything about French snails, I can make them. It's not that I can't make snails, but I just can't buy them."

"Don't let the snails go, I don't even want to touch that thing after thinking about it," Ji Yao made an ugly expression to show his disgust, "I want to eat egg rolls, just like the ones on TV, rolled together thinly, There is also a fried eggplant box, um...I want to eat Coke chicken wings too, let me think about it..."

Qin Xuan smiled: "Why do I feel that you are going to talk about cross talk soon?"

"Ah, is there?" Ji Yao scratched his head, looked at Mr. Qin for a moment, and quickly looked away, "You asked me what I wanted to eat, so you can't blame me."

"Who's to blame you?" Qin Xuan patted Ji Yao's butt through the quilt. It was soft and cotton, and it felt very ordinary. The 'Man Han Banquet'."

"Stinky rascal," Ji Yao crawled out of the quilt, quickly put on a floral thick home clothes that fit the image of the elderly, put his hands in his pockets, sat down against the wall, away from Mr. Qin, " Don't think I don't know where you're touching because I'm covered with a quilt!"

Qin Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "I just touched the quilt cover!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand at Ji Yao again: "Stop talking, boy, let your throat rest, and I'll pour you some water."

Ji Yao: "Oh."

The mouth is quite sweet.

The author has something to say:

It should have been posted during the day

As a result, after I finished writing, I went to draw a sketch, and almost forgot (kneeling)