Invade

"You won't tell me the reason, right?" After being slightly taken aback, Sith raised his hand and slowly stroked Qin Jing's neck, and said softly.

Qin Jing let him caress, and there were some indescribable emotions in his lowered eyes.

After a pause, Sith said, "I see."

Qin Jing bit his lip.

"I can give you five thousand, and you don't have to pay it back, but you have to pay something for an equivalent exchange." Sith slowly moved his hand up to his ear, kneading the soft earlobe, "What do you think? ? Do you want to pay back the money, or make some exchange?"

"You..." Qin Jing suddenly felt that his current situation was very sad, so sad that he even laughed, he asked, "What do you want?"

He took Sith's hand and put it on his bathrobe, with some loneliness in his smile, Qin Jing asked softly, "Do you want me?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment his voice fell, he seemed to see other colors flashing through Sith's dark eyes, and the hand that kneaded his ear suddenly grabbed his shoulder with great force, like It's like crushing his bones.

Sith felt that the blood in his body was rushing to his head following Qin Jing's words, making him almost out of control, as if he wanted to put him on the bed and execute the Fa on the spot, but fortunately, he still had only a sliver of rationality left. He paused and asked, "For money, can you even accept this?"

Qin Jing smiled lightly: "I couldn't before, but now, I can."

As soon as the words fell, Sith threw him on the bed violently, with a bit of hostility on his face, as if he was about to tear his body apart in the next second.

But in the end he took a deep breath: "You can't spoil yourself like this."

After a brief silence, Sith sighed softly: "Five thousand, how about changing your time next week?"

Qin Jing, who was thrown on the bed, was stunned for a moment. He was even ready for Sith to pounce on him, but why did he start to persuade himself in a blink of an eye?

And...would rather use [-] to extend the transaction time?

Qin Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he half-lyed on the bed staring blankly at Sith, stumbling in his speech: "You, you don't really like me, do you?"

Siston's face smelled as if he had eaten garlic.

Seeing Sith's expression, Qin Jing seemed to be stunned for an instant, and waved his hands again and again: "I, I am just for work, don't take it too seriously, after the trading time is over, I will turn my face and deny anyone!"

Sith couldn't bear what he said, so he lifted the quilt and covered him completely: "Shut up and sleep!"

The blindfolded Qin Jing struggled a few times at first, but gradually lost his strength, and after a while, Sith could even hear his slight snoring.

He gently lifted the quilt, and Qin Jing in the quilt was still sleeping curled up, his brows were also furrowed, tired and restless.

Unexpectedly, Sith lifted the quilt lightly and got in, hugged Qin Jing to his heart, and patted him on the back slowly like putting a child to sleep.

To be honest, he didn't know what he was doing now, he just thought he should do it.

Gradually, Sith also became a little sleepy. In the blink of an eye again and again, he found that Qin Jing's hands and feet were slowly stretched out, and the whole person was sleeping peacefully in his arms, and the knot on his brow was also unknowingly Suddenly disappeared.

Sith hugged the man tighter, and he suddenly didn't want to let go of the man, not at all.

……

There is a very famous bar in the border town called colorful, and its appearance looks like its name, shining brightly in the middle of the night.

It was two o'clock in the morning.

The man in the black peaked cap quietly pushed open the door, passed the bar very low-key, walked straight to a very inconspicuous place and sat down, then he took off the windbreaker and put it on the left hand side.

It can only be placed on the left hand side.

The young couple sitting at the bar quietly pointed to the silent man, talking about his appearance and disability.

Although there is a peaked cap as a cover, those who are interested can still see the hideous scar on his face at a glance-it is a scar that cuts straight from the corner of his right eye to the side of his neck, with dense stitches stitched on it, which makes people shudder.

Of course, the most striking thing about this man is his right arm.

That may no longer be called an arm, more precisely, it is a stump, cut off unevenly from the position of the elbow joint, at first glance it looks like a piece of carrion hung from the right shoulder, making the People lose their appetite.

The man ordered two ten-shot cocktails, apparently waiting for someone, but as soon as someone approached his table, the man would raise his head and stare at the person, until he stared at the person until his whole body became hairy, until he walked away.

But some people just want to provoke him.

Under the man's ferocious gaze, a slender hand gently picked up the glass of blue cocktail opposite him, and the eyes covered under the large black hoodie smiled: "Do you mind?"

"Put it down." The deep words were squeezed out word by word from the man's mouth, the tone of resentment and gnashing of teeth seemed to be about to pounce on someone and eat people in the next second.

The man in the black hoodie shook his cup and smiled, "I came to the border town suddenly, what's the matter?"

The man's expression froze, and the way he looked at the black hoodie changed: "Who are you?"

"Don't worry about it." The black hoodie sat down gracefully, and gently pressed the other hand on the windbreaker that the man put aside, but the man snatched it away and stared at him.

The black hoodie wasn't annoyed, but smiled even more happily: "Look, I guessed it right. Tell me, why did you come to Border Town?"

Veins popped up on the man's forehead: "You're not the one I'm waiting for."

"Who says no?" The black hoodie smiled lightly: "I just want to know, what is it that can bother you?"

The man pursed his lips tightly, his wide eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the black hoodie as if he were looking at a monster.

"Okay, I know you don't like to talk. If that's the case, I'll do a search myself." The black hoodie suddenly grinned, and almost at the same time, the man's face twitched suddenly, and his eyes rolled up involuntarily. Rolling his eyes, his entire body began to tremble crazily, as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

After a while, the man suddenly fell to one side, being pulled by the black hoodie and fell on the table, as if he was drunk.

Immediately afterwards, the black hoodie pulled out the windbreaker from his arms, turned left and right as if nothing had happened, and finally found a neatly folded white paper in the inner pocket.

He put a cigarette in his mouth, opened the paper and looked at it carefully, finally lit the paper with a lighter and burned it in the ashtray. He slightly raised his head to look at the colorful ceiling, and lightly exhaled a smoke ring, with a dazzling flash of light in his eyes. red.

At the same time, the sleeping golden python suddenly raised its head and looked in the direction of the bar. Its red pupils shone brightly and were extremely dazzling red.

……

Today is the last day of trading.

It was rare for Qin Jing not to get up early, but waited for the sun to rise very high before slowly opening his eyes, with the corners of his mouth raised, he burrowed into Sith's arms again, and murmured with lowered eyes: "Sleepy."

Sith, who had been awake for almost two hours, rubbed his hair, and said in a gentle tone that even he couldn't believe it: "Sleep again."

Qin Jing was greedy for this kind of simple and warm embrace, and was reluctant to close his eyes again, so he leaned against Sith's heart and said indifferently: "What shall we do today?"

"Listen to you."

The young man raised his eyelids and glanced at Sith, and couldn't help but smile: "I'll invite you to the bar tonight."

"I'll pay, right?" Sith squinted at him.

"I'll do it." Qin Jing squeezed his hand and said happily, "How can this kind of thing bother you?"

Sith wrapped his hand completely in his palm, as if he was holding a small burning briquette. This kind of warmth made him smile, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Qin Jing.

The young man frowned with a serious face, and said seriously, "Are you feeling cold?"

"Ok?"

"Look at your cold hands."

Sith blinked, and Qin Jing added with a smirk: "I said, you don't come from another world, do you?"

"How is it possible." Sith said seriously, "I came from the human world."

Qin Jing pursed his lips and smiled, and stretched comfortably in Sith's arms: "Get up, let's go for a stroll in the afternoon, and I'll take you to that bar in the evening."

Having said that, he lowered his voice, and forcibly made his voice somewhat ambiguous: "That's a good place."

The golden python curled up under the bed spit out the snake letter.