The Fairy in Fast Time

The dark sky is dotted with countless stars, and clusters of huge fireworks explode in the sky with the sound of huge explosions. The coolness of the ice and snow is intertwined with the smell of gunpowder from the firecrackers. The night of the New Year's Eve is very lively.

The brightness of fireworks migrates through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, thus falling into the clean and tidy bedroom.

But seeing two people embracing each other on the big blue, white and gray bed, the fireworks outside the window flickered, illuminating their faces.

Then, the small transparent discs attached to their temples fell to the side of the pillow.

Wen Han slowly opened his eyes.

Orange bedside lamps, a white ceiling, and...

Unfamiliar yet familiar furniture.

——I am...

--came back?

——Also, Qin Yi'an and his elder brother don't know what's going on...

Wen Han raised his hand to press his aching temple, only to realize that there was still an arm across his waist.

His bony fingers were slightly spread and rested lightly on his waist, and the light blue blood vessels were hidden under the slightly pale skin, giving him a morbid beauty.

Who?

Wen Han frowned slightly, and turned his face sideways.

The soft touch of lips brushing against each other spread to the nerve endings in an instant, Wen Han stared at the person beside him in a daze, and subconsciously moved his head back.

... Qin, Qin Yi'an?

At this time, the lighting in the bedroom was very soft, and the man lying next to Wen Han seemed to be sleeping soundly, with thick eyelashes, and thin light red lips slightly pursed into a straight line, carrying a hint of abstinence.

Wen Han watched it like this for a while, and the confusion and uneasiness that suddenly returned to reality gradually dissipated.

But what followed was a kind of embarrassment.

Wen Han pursed his lips, raised his hand to cover Qin Yi'an's cheek, and gently stroked it with his slightly cool fingertips.

The temperature of the skin spread along the fingertips, causing Wen Han's heart to throb suddenly.

This is not his [dream], but...

his reality.

The slightly pale man lowered his eyelashes, silently looking at the person beside him.

Then, his wrist was clasped by the man, and he was pulled to his lips for a light kiss.

Wen Han couldn't help being startled.

"Are you satisfied?" The deep and magnetic voice overflowed from the full lips, and the pair of pitch-black pupils clearly reflected Wen Han's shrunken figure against the gorgeous fireworks outside the window, seductively and calmly.

"What?" Wen Han asked in a low voice.

"The body in front of you..."

Qin Yi'an's voice became hoarse, he turned over and leaned over Wen Han, with a bewitching smile on his lips.

Wen Han was silent for a moment, turned his gaze elsewhere, and didn't say much.

Because he suddenly remembered Qin Yi'an's identity and status in reality...

Then, somehow, there was a slight sense of discomfort.

In those [dreams], Wen Han can love this person very frankly, because he doesn't have to worry about the other person's identity and status at all, and he doesn't have to worry about whether his own status and status are not enough to match the other person...

He just needs to trust the other person.

But now, this is the reality that has been away from him for a long time...

He had to consider the other party's family and public opinion.

The man in front of me is mature and handsome, with a successful career and a net worth of hundreds of millions.

And myself...

Wen Han sighed silently in his heart.

——This reality is really skinny, like a walking skeleton.

--desolate.

After a long time without waiting for the response from the person under him, Qin Yi'an's gaze gradually became darker. He observed Wen Han's expression carefully, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Ah Han?"

"...President Qin." Wen Han's Adam's apple rolled, and he closed his eyes slightly and whispered.

"What did you call me?" Qin Yi'an pinched his chin and lifted it up, forcing the other party's eyes to be on his face.

Although the appearance has undergone the biggest change, the lover's eyes, temperament, and charm from the inside out have not changed much.

——attracting him all the time.

"...You have to let me get used to it for a while." Wen Han smiled wryly and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his voice hoarse.

"There's nothing to get used to." Qin Yi'an frowned slightly, and involuntarily clenched his jaw, licking his face inch by inch with his eyes, revealing some kind of explicit desire for no reason.

"What are you worried about?" Qin Yi'an lowered his voice and gradually approached Wen Han, the distance between them was almost zero.

Hearing this, Wen Han held his wrist, looked at him without blinking, and slowly opened his lips and asked: "You started..."

"Why did you do this to me..."

——I made a chip specially for him, spent all my time and effort to make him fall into the [dream], and then fell in love with him in the [dream].

Wen Han has no doubts about Qin Yi'an's importance and love for him, but these problems have troubled him for a long time.

"Such a thing?" Qin Yi'an laughed inexplicably, lowered his voice and said, "Is that so?" As he spoke, his other hand groped Wen Han's body restlessly, with ambiguous and frivolous movements, "Still like this?"

Just when Wen Han was about to say something, he felt a pain in his lower lip, and the faint smell of blood penetrated along the other's protruding tongue from between his teeth, sucking and licking his tongue, wanting to tear it apart and eat it. belly strength.

"Well……"

Qin Yi'an's eyelids were slightly closed, and the hand that pinched his chin loosened and then clasped his neck. At the same time, he pressed his wet tongue heavily against the other's throat, making Wen Han almost cry on the spot.

—Yes, I’m going to be out of breath.

- Let go.

With red eyes, Wen Han put his hand lightly on Qin Yi'an's shoulder with difficulty, with a little bit of resentment and begging for mercy in his eyes.

Qin Yi'an gradually relaxed his strength, and the tip of his tongue lightly brushed against the root of his tongue, as if the fierceness just now was just an illusion of warmth and coldness.

"You said 13 years ago that you would marry me when you grow up." Qin Yi'an pressed Wen Han's lower lip with his warm fingertips, his voice hoarse.

Wen Han was stunned for a while, then his mind was filled with question marks.

... 13 years ago?

He was only ten years old 13 years ago, but Qin Yi'an was five years older than him, that is, 15 years old.

Ten-year-old him and 15-year-old Qin Yi'an?

Wen Han tried his best to recall 13 years ago, but found that there were no clues.

Then, a bold idea came to mind.

"Could it be that you...recognized the wrong person." Wen Han whispered, his eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at Qin Yi'an's face at all.

This time, Qin Yi'an was really laughed at by Wen Hanqi.

"Even if you admit it wrong, you have to bear it." Qin Yi'an put his hands around his neck, and whispered in his ear.

Immediately, Qin Yi'an in reality overlapped completely with him in [dream], Wen Han couldn't help frowning, he couldn't help but said: "How can you have such a bad personality."

"It's not the first day you know me." Qin Yi'an slightly straightened up and opened the distance between the two of them, and put his hands on both sides of Wen Han's cheeks.

The orange light cast a shadow on Qin Yi'an's face, making him look extremely tender.

He looked sideways at the fireworks outside the window, and slowly raised his lips: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember..."

"There will always be a day when I think about it."

Qin Yi'an withdrew his gaze and sat with his legs bent between Wen Han's legs, his posture was casual and presumptuous, with a kind of confidence that he was favored.

Wen Han sat up slowly, speechless for a moment at their current posture, and then, his fingertips touched a touch of coolness.

--Um?A small transparent disc?

"This is the [Dream] chip." Qin Yi'an took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and put it to his lips, but he didn't light it.

Wen Han silently looked at the chip for a while, then Si Chen said, "By the way, what about the system that has been following me?"

"It's still in the chip in your hand." Qin Yi'an said lightly.

Hearing this, Wen Han couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and said, "...can you import it into my computer?"

"Yes." Qin Yi'an readily agreed.

But before Wen Han raised his lips and smiled, Qin Yi'an added slowly——

"But what do you want in exchange?"

Wen Han's smile froze immediately, he stared at Qin Yi'an in disbelief, and said, "You actually made a deal with me?"

"You know, in a sense, I'm also a businessman, and you've heard of the phrase "no profiteering, no business..." Qin Yi'an approached him with Wen Han's collar, his dark pupils were as deep as ever. Seeing the bottom, there is a faint sense of plunder.

Wen Han sighed faintly, as soon as he saw such a man, he immediately knew what kind of answer the other party wanted.

"Exchange myself, how about it?" Wen Han said calmly.

Qin Yi'an held the cigarette on his lips between his fingers, lowered his eyelashes and let out a low laugh, "I'm a little jealous..."

Wen Han looked at him expressionlessly, really wondering why this guy was jealous again.

"You're jealous all the time, and you're not afraid of losing your teeth." Wen Han leaned against the bedside, his tone was that of an old married couple.

"Your vinegar is not sour." Qin Yi'an continued casually, throwing the cigarette between his fingers aside.

At this time, the phone vibrated suddenly.

Qin Yi'an took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket, slid his fingertips down on the screen, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Hello?"

Wen Han silently pulled his leg out of Qin Yi'an's shackles.

"Well, I'm already awake." Qin Yi'an replied casually, his eyes circling on the blue, white and gray bed sheet under him.

Wen Han turned around and planned to get out of bed to let both of them calm down, and don't want to have sex not long after meeting in reality.

Because of Qin Yi'an's action of throwing away the cigarette before, if there was no sudden phone call, Wen Han would not even have to think that his next action would be to unbutton the cigarette.

"I know, I'll take him to see you in two days." Qin Yi'an raised his eyes to look at the person who wanted to sneak away, squinted his eyes, then suddenly raised his hand to grab his ankle, and bowed The voice echoed: "Well, see you later."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Han felt his right ankle being pulled back forcefully, and Qin Yi'an fell on top of his body, and gently pressed the turned off mobile phone to his ear, In a hoarse voice--

"...Why, do you want your elder brother to hear how you moaned under me?"

"Huh? Bad boy."