Invade

When the lights came on, the colorful room was already full of guests, and the ambiguous and extravagant lights were spinning overhead, illuminating faces full of desires and interests.

Qin Jing wore a bright blue suit today, and greeted the bartender familiarly. The bartender was named Lancer, a man from another world, and also a very beautiful man. He was so elegant when bartending People couldn't take their eyes off, but as soon as Qin Jing approached, he slapped Qin Jing's waist, and he didn't forget to squeeze it along the way, and smiled faintly: "Xiao Jing has grown flesh."

Sith, who was sitting by the bar, looked here with a blank expression.

Qin Jing pushed away his hand that was taking advantage everywhere, exchanged a few greetings with a playful smile, and then walked to Sith with two glasses of blue champagne that had been mixed, and was hugged into his arms as soon as he stood still. Very pretty face.

Qin Jing immediately raised a very cute smile, held Sith's face and said, "You are the main wife."

Sith lost his temper every time he tortured him, so he had no choice but to let him go. After Qin Jing sat beside him, he said, "I don't drink."

"That's such a waste." Qin Jing pushed the glass of blue liquid to Sith's hand, winked and said, "Lance is the best bartender among all kinds of colors. How about a taste?"

The colorful lights sprinkled on Qin Jing's body, as if all kinds of aroma were mixed together, making people both fascinated and intoxicated, and fell into it unconsciously. Sith's hand had already touched Qin Jing's waist at some point, waiting for him When he realized it, Qin Jing was looking at him with a pursed smile, as cunning as a little fox who had stolen meat.

Sith immediately withdrew his hand like a gentleman, shook his head and repeated: "I don't drink."

"What? Afraid of getting drunk?" Qin Jing raised his wine glass and shook it.

He was joking, but Sith actually nodded, stroked the glass with his hand for a moment, exhaled lightly, and said half helplessly: "I can't hold alcohol."

Hearing this, Qin Jing raised his eyebrows jokingly, leaned forward to Sith's side, and passed the cup in his hand to his mouth: "Just take a sip, just a sip, it's really delicious."

Seeing that Sith had a tendency to frown, Qin Jing immediately promised obediently: "Even if you are really drunk, I will not do anything to you."

"Hey, Xiaojing, a new friend?" Lancer, who has no work for the time being, came over to wipe the bar, and said to Sith with a smile, "Xiaojing doesn't easily bring people to me, most of the people who can be brought by him are You have a very good friend, you have to sell Xiaojing to save face"

Sith glanced at Lancer, then looked at Qin Jing, Qin Jing nodded quickly: "Really, I don't bring anyone else, I will bring you."

Originally, Lancer's words were somewhat credible, but Qin Jingyi emphasized that Xiston knew it all at once - it is estimated that he has brought many people here.

Sure enough, in order to please him, Qin Jing could say anything.

Thinking of this, Sith suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He took the wine glass in Qin Jing's hand and drank it down in one gulp. The strange taste mixed with the slightly spicy taste of alcohol diffused instantly, which made him feel that he didn't hate it.

Lancer received Qin Jing's eyes and remixed a cocktail knowingly.Taking advantage of the gap in the preparation, Qin Jing stood up, put his arms around Sith's neck and leaned down to whisper to him.

"How is it? It doesn't have much stamina." Qin Jing smiled.

Just a glass of wine.Sith convinced himself that nothing would happen.

Then he smiled: "It's okay."

Qin Jing squinted his eyes and said quietly: "Let's have another drink."

Sith stretched out his hands to pinch his face, and exhaled lightly: "Are you uneasy?"

"How could it be?" Qin Jing took Lancer's newly mixed cocktail and handed it to Sith, "We each have a drink."

After finishing speaking, he took the initiative to clink glasses with Sith and drank the blue liquid.

Sith stared at him fixedly, the young man's exquisite face was filled with a bit of desire in the ambiguous light, even a swallowing movement was tainted with wordless temptation, people couldn't help it...

He moved his Adam's apple slightly, abruptly turned his eyes away, and drank the liquid in his hand again when Qin Jing clinked glasses with him for the second time.

Just two glasses.Sith was silent.

"Keep drinking." Qin Jing whispered into Sith's ear, and at the same time signaled Lancer to fill up their glasses for the third time.

Sith didn't say a word, but his wedge-like gaze was firmly locked on the more and more liquid in the cup, and then looked at Lancer.

Lan Se smiled: "Xiaojing's kindness, you can't let it down."

He was in a daze for a while, the alcohol made Sith's thinking dull, and he even reflected who Xiaojing was, then he suddenly looked at the young man in front of him whose eyes were stained with drunkenness, raised his glass and smiled.

Qin Jing blinked slowly, put his arms around Sith's neck and sat on his lap, and put his head on his shoulder by the way, with a smile on his lips.

In fact, his capacity for alcohol is also very poor. He usually only asks for a cocktail when he comes to the bar, but tonight he wants to drink it. It is best to be drunk - it seems that after he is drunk, his chest will not be so stuffy.

Qin Yan, Ji Lin... many vague faces flashed in Qin Jing's mind, and some of them were particularly clear.

There is no need to worry about medical expenses for the time being, but you still have to save some money in your hands to save yourself from being stretched when you get it.Also, Ji Lin has been working as a nurse for so long, but he has never raised his salary, so he has to think about it, this is another large sum of money.

When Qin Jing drank the fourth glass of wine, Sith had already drank the fifth glass.

He smiled: "Didn't you say you can't drink?"

Sith looked down at him, his eyes were still very clear, but only he knew that he was still clinging to the last sliver of reason.

Then he pretended to be calm: "It's okay."

Qin Jing's smile became more and more intense. He stretched out his hand and slowly stroked Sith's face, staring at those eyes.

In Qin Jing's perception, Sith's eyes were originally black, but it was unknown whether it was the effect of the light, the eyes were actually interlaced with blue and yellow, which looked extraordinarily gorgeous.

However, Sith himself did not know.

"It's so beautiful." Qin Jing murmured.

Sith smiled inexplicably, but Qin Jing held his face in his hands. As soon as he was dazed, the young man kissed the corner of his mouth.

Wet, with the special sweetness of cocktails.

Sith felt that his reason suddenly collapsed at this moment. He pulled Qin Jing up and walked towards the dim light. Qin Jing was pulled to stumble, but still chuckled recklessly: "Don't be so rude."

These words were like the last lead that ignited the explosives, making Sith burn with boundless frenzy.Before he had time to pull him to the sofa in the corner, Sith pulled him forward and hugged him, uncontrollably lowered his head and gnawed at the fair side of the neck, Qin Jing hummed softly and refused: "Go... Over there on the sofa."

"You fucking..." Sith swears for the first time, and almost brutally drags Qin Jing to the most inconspicuous corner, and pushes him into the sofa.

Qin Jing smiled half in resistance and half in welcome: "Don't let people see... After all, I never sleep with anyone..."

These words made Sith's sanity clear for a moment, and Qin Jing's pitiful words last night appeared in his mind like a brand - I couldn't before, but now, I can.

It was this moment of clarity that made Sith finally feel his unrestricted eyes.

The pure black color contact lenses had disappeared at some point.

Immediately afterwards, he found a person lying on the table next to him, motionless.

Qin Jing was still tearing his clothes under him, and Sith coaxed him in a low voice before continuing to examine the sleeping man.

His intuition told him that there was something wrong with this person.

Qin Jing, who didn't get a response for a long time, turned his head to look, and found that someone was sleeping on their sofa, and just about to turn over to call him, his eyes flickered, and although Sith hugged him in time while the world was spinning, the two of them also fell on the ground. on that person.With a muffled sound, the man fell straight to the ground, still maintaining his sleeping position.

But those eyes were still open, looking at the colorful ceiling with a ferocious look.

The two drunken people suddenly became sober, but they both kept silent, but the waitress who happened to walk aside screamed in fright, and the glass in her hand shattered into large pieces.

Sith quickly realized that the man was completely cold, so he covered Qin Jing's eyes and whispered, "It's not suitable for children."

Even though the environment didn't allow it, Qin Jing couldn't help but smiled, stroked Sith's hand slowly, and said softly, "Then take me away."

The two looked at each other and smiled, the stamina brought by the alcohol made them forget everything that happened around them, and only think about the person in front of them.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Qin Jing asked Lancer for the upstairs room card, and walked upstairs slowly amidst screams of horror, and pushed open the door, Sith rolled his arms on the bed, feeling that he As if all his actions were out of control, he couldn't help lowering his head to look at Qin Jing closely.

This young man's appearance is impeccable, even the tear mole under the corner of his eyes is like a finishing touch, it is amazing.

But at this moment, the young man wrapped his arms around his neck, looked straight at the pair of yellow and blue pupils without hesitation, and said faintly: "You are from another world."

Sith was so burned by the alcohol that he forgot to cover up, but he didn't admit it directly. The corners of his mouth raised, and he murmured, "Xiao Jing."

He put his arms around Sith's neck with one hand, and slowly unbuttoned his clothes with the other hand. A thin shadow was slightly sunken at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a very light and ambiguous tone: "Do you like it? This body."

In a drunken state, Sith leaned on his palm and rubbed it slowly, nodded slightly: "I like it."

Qin Jing narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Do you want to..."

That's too late.

Before he could finish speaking, Sith lowered his head and sealed his lips, kissing him deeply and forcefully.

It was also piping hot.

Sith was startled suddenly, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Qin Jing's forehead, only to realize belatedly that Qin Jing had a high fever.

……

Hagrid made his handprints, and the shimmer flickered at his fingertips, but it took a long time to stabilize.

After the light went out for the seventh time, Hagrid sat down on a chair beside him, turned his head to glance at the information on the table, and scratched his hair fiercely.

There is a unique internal system for communication between people in the other world. As long as they know the special imprint of the other party, they can use the imprint to make remote contact. Simply put, it is as easy to operate as a mobile phone in the human world.

But this was the seventh time Hagrid had contacted Sith.

He didn't know what Sith was doing, and he was so busy that he didn't even have time to talk to him.

Hagrid took a deep breath, and picked up the document on the desktop again.

This is a piece of information about Qinyan, and the information is incomplete, and only a piece of information about "weak and sick, low immunity" can be extracted from a few words, but it doesn't matter, the key point of this information is the photo.

Qin Yan's photo.