Invade

Sith looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table in front of him—three dishes and one soup, two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish, as well as braised tender and plump rice.

Qin Jing handed the chopsticks in front of him and raised his eyebrows: "Try it?"

In the afternoon, the two continued to mess around in the club, and they rode their bicycles back to the apartment in the border town near the evening.

Then there was this table of meals made by Qin Jing himself.

"You know a lot." Sith took the chopsticks, recalled the book bound by white paper that Qin Jing took out when we met yesterday, and added, "Manual skills are also good."

The person who was praised laughed, but there was some melancholy in the smile: "I can't help it. I used to be poor and had to do everything by myself. Now I have learned... come, try it."

Qin Jing put a piece of steaming black pepper beef tenderloin in the Sith bowl, but the latter glanced at him thoughtfully, then lowered his head and licked the rice into his mouth a few times, and asked in a low voice: " Now? Is life any better?"

"Huh?" Qin Jing was confused for a moment, and shrugged half seriously and half jokingly, "If you live well, I will ask you for [-] gold coins?"

"What do you want so much money for?" Sith carefully smacked the taste of the beef tenderloin. The beef tenderloin was smooth and tender in the mouth, and the tip of the tongue was full of the unique and charming slightly spicy aroma of black pepper.

After saying a few words, Qin Jing's bowl of rice had already run out. He chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Next, do you want to say that money is not everything?"

Sith's chopsticks paused for a moment, and he looked fixedly at Qin Jing.

"I just like money. I can't help it. Although money is not everything, you can't absolutely deny the value of money. Maybe it can buy things you can't imagine one day." When Qin Jing said this, he slightly lowered his head , so that Sith could not see the emotion hidden in his eyes, and after a pause, he heard him add in a low voice, "Without money, sometimes it is really difficult to move an inch."

Sith remained silent for a long time, and when the latter ate up the bowl of rice, leaving not even a single grain of rice, he whispered, "There's still me."

"..." Qin Jing's body visibly froze, and then he raised his head to look at Sith, but the latter's expression still didn't change much.

He straightened his position in an instant, and then smiled calmly, erasing all traces of sadness, with a very sweet smile: "Yes, there is still you."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Sith a chance to answer, rolled his eyes, and asked curiously, "Is your family rich?"

The topic was unknowingly diverted by the young man.

But Sith didn't intend to pull it back, he just silently remembered the characteristic of Qin Jing's love for money, and then replied vaguely: "It's okay."

Qin Jing was immediately in high spirits: "I have taken a fancy to a pair of shoes, but they are very expensive."

Sith put down the bowl in his hand, was silent for a while, and said, "Buy."

The young man cheered, cleaned the table neatly, and even hummed a tune from an unknown country while washing dishes in the kitchen.

Even knowing that all this was an illusion, Sith couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, as if he was also infected by Qin Jing's undisguised happiness.

After dinner, Qin Jing made the bed and went to take a shower, while Sith lay on the bed and read the newspaper—but his eyes were blurred.

Sure enough, it is not appropriate to wear colored contact lenses for a long time.

Sith felt that his eyes were burning hot, and his physical tears kept coming out. He could only fumble for the toilet paper on the bedside table, and wiped away the tears in some embarrassment.

But the eyes hurt even more.

If this goes on, he won't be blind.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the bathroom door was opened, and Qin Jing, who was in Sith's blurred vision, stepped on his wet slippers and walked to him, then bent down and kissed his face lightly: "Go wash, I'll wash it first." asleep."

As soon as the wet moisture enveloped him, Sith could even imagine Qin Jing's tender and tender appearance after taking a bath - he took a deep breath and nodded slightly: "Take a good rest."

After that, he grabbed the change of clothes in his hand as quietly as possible and walked straight towards the bathroom.

Qin Jing was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, he fell headfirst on the bed, but just before he closed his eyes, he was thinking in a daze—why did Sith take away his underwear just now?

Probably been single for too many years.

Thinking of this, Qin Jing didn't even bother to cover him with the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

About an hour later, the bathroom door was reopened. Sith came out wearing only a pair of shorts. His body was covered with wet and warm breath, and his wet black hair hung down in locks. His different yellow and blue pupils shone strangely in the dimly lit room.

However, above the pair of different pupils, there was a frown.

Sith lowered his head and tugged at the edge of his underwear, feeling an extremely weird feeling in his heart—the underwear was so tight.

It's just that his eyes are still blurred, and he can't see the pattern on the underwear clearly. No matter how much he pulls it, he doesn't think it's wrong, so he can only blame it on his growing body. As soon as he lowered his head, he noticed Qin Jing's sleeping posture.

He was breathing heavily, sleeping deeply, and his whole body was curled up facing Sith, in a very insecure sleeping position.

Sith narrowed his eyes slightly, regardless of Qin Jing's sleeping position, just the indelible fatigue on his face was enough to make Sith suspicious for a while.

I just went to the club to play twice today, how could I be so tired?

In the silence, Sith slightly opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a heavy book from the depths, flipped through it and found the profile photo of the woman, then slightly turned on the bedside lamp, and put the photo on the In a position very close to Qin Jing.

Sith stared intently at the photo and the sleeping person. The profile of the two people's faces were very similar. If you don't suspect that they are related, you will feel sorry for the similarity.

After comparing for a while, Sith put the photos away again, and quietly turned down the lights.

In any case, he still didn't want Qin Jing to have anything to do with that woman.

Sith slowly picked up the quilt, walked lightly to the living room, groped and lay down on the sofa, covered the quilt hastily, and closed his eyes.

That night, Sith slept restlessly.

Around midnight, half asleep and half awake, he heard someone turning over in the back room. A moment later, there was the sound of slippers kicking on the ground in the bedroom.

Siston woke up immediately, closed his eyes and listened to the protracted voice slowly approaching from far away, and finally stopped beside him.

There was a warm breath blowing gently on his face, and for a while in the quiet room, only Qin Jing's confused voice could be heard: "Why did you come out to sleep..."

Sith remained calm, he could clearly feel the heat source belonging to Qin Jing swaying in his nose, not long after, his face became slightly hot, and a kiss fell on his cheek, and then Qin Jing carefully and carefully kissed him. He tucked in the quilt and murmured, "Then go to sleep..."

Sith was in a daze for a moment, but fortunately, his steady breathing did not reveal the fact that he was sober—but he himself couldn't understand what he was hiding for fear of revealing.

The warm breath was far and near in front of him, and it left after a while. Amidst the sound of procrastination, Sith heard the sound of pouring water.

Qin Jing woke up thirsty?

Sith felt something was wrong.

Not long after, Qin Jing came back pacing again. The voice of that step was unhurried and very calm. After passing by him and pausing for a while, Sith heard him rummaging around again.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of pills colliding in the medicine bottle.

With water, Qin Jing swallowed the medicine.

Then, as if the scene was reversed, the sound of kicking slippers gradually faded away and entered the bedroom.

There was silence.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Sith somewhat understood why Qin Jing was the top brand in the store—being with this young man really gave people a sense of satisfaction in love, as if the person next to him was his own and would never be in love with him. separate.

But enjoyment is enjoyment, calm down, Sith is still puzzled, why did Qin Jing get up to take medicine in the middle of the night?What kind of medicine is he taking?

But hearing the unhurried sound of the slippers, it seemed that he had already gotten used to it.

Also, does the woman on the photo in my hand have anything to do with him?

Sith belatedly realized that the young man lying in the bedroom was like a gigantic treasure, the more he dug, the more valuable he could see.

I just hope that this kind of value is not a bomb, which will blow him up at any time.