After Hell

A ray of sunlight poured in through the gaps of the silver-gray velvet curtains, as if struggling to break the darkness of the room, announcing to the sleeping people in the bed that the day has replaced the night.

Qin Yijie was awakened by that pitiful ray of sunlight, and tried hard to open his hazy eyes.Just woke up from sleep, his consciousness is still very chaotic.He wanted to raise his hand to rub his still dry eyes, but suddenly there was a numbness in his arm.

Subconsciously wanting to hum, he suppressed the sound deep in his throat and stopped raising his hand.

Qin Yijie remembered the culprit that made his arms go numb, and the corners of his cold mouth curved slightly.

Zhang Xiaoheng was lying quietly in his arms at the moment, breathing evenly and long, and sleeping deeply.The warm orange light of the small night light in the room penetrated into the warmth of that ray of sunlight, lightly dyeing Zhang Xiaoheng's sleeping face with a layer of pale golden light.The long eyelashes cast a light shadow under the eyes under the dim light, making his sleeping face peaceful and serene.

At first, I thought that Zhang Xiaoheng must be frowning, even if he was lying in his arms, he would definitely not be able to sleep well.But the fact is just the opposite of what he imagined.Qin Yijie looked at Zhang Xiaoheng's peaceful and stretched sleeping face, and the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart were calmed down a bit.

Compared with Zhang Xiaoheng's peaceful sleeping state, the verbal confrontation last night seemed to be just a nightmare.

Qin Yijie's mood unconsciously revealed a bit of joy, greedily engraving Zhang Xiaoheng's face at the moment in his mind.

The light in the room was very dark, and Qin Yijie stared at Zhang Xiaoheng for a while, only to find that there was a faint bluish black under his eyes, which was very blurred under the shadow of the eyelashes, and it was difficult to detect without looking carefully.

After discovering Zhang Xiaoheng's dark circles, Qin Yijie couldn't help feeling distressed.He guessed whether Zhang Xiaoheng was not in good health these few days. Last time he forced Zhang Xiaoheng, he must have been injured.I don't know if Zhang Xiaoheng cleaned it up properly.But thinking of Zhang Xiaoheng's cold eyes when he left the lounge last time, Qin Yijie's heart trembled for no reason.

The Zhang Xiaoheng in my impression is a proud person, he must not want to be seen by himself after being raped by him last time, so Qin Yijie, who was afraid of being disgusted by Zhang Xiaoheng and wanted to leave him a little privacy, was cowardly chose to escape.

Thinking of this, Qin Yijie felt irritated again. He brushed the hair on his forehead with the other hand that was not pressed down by his side, and let out a long sigh.

Staring at Zhang Xiaoheng's sleeping face for a while, Qin Yijie found himself a little obsessed with his current appearance.No matter how the two of them hurt each other with words before, at this moment, Zhang Xiaoheng belonged to him.

Qin Yijie cautiously approached Zhang Xiaoheng slowly, and gently pressed his lips against his smooth forehead.The warm touch gave him the illusion of possessing Zhang Xiaoheng for a short time.

"Hmm..." Perhaps disturbed by Qin Yijie's touch, Zhang Xiaoheng slowly opened his eyes from his sleep.

Qin Yijie stared at the pair of almond eyes without blinking, and his face was reflected in the eyes that were narrowed to clear eyes.

Qin Yijie watched with his own eyes the complete process of Zhang Xiaoheng's eyes turning from chaotic, to innocent, to sober, to icy cold.

When the shining eyes that made his heart flutter in memory turned into glass beads without warmth and emotion, Qin Yijie was easily hurt by the message revealed by this change in Zhang Xiaoheng's eyes.He sat up pretending to be calm, and then quickly got dressed.

"I put the money in the paper bag." Qin Yijie turned his back to Zhang Xiaoheng, and pulled out an off-white envelope from his clothes.His steady and calm tone made Zhang Xiaoheng realize that the deal between them was a firm fact.

Zhang Xiaoheng lay under the quilt, motionless.He even closed his eyes again, refusing to look at Qin Yijie's back.

Qin Yijie waited for a while, but couldn't get his response, his body froze for a moment, and then he said: "There is also... a small gift box, when you leave here, don't leave it behind. I'm leaving, I will contact you on the phone next time. "

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Xiaoheng ignored the panic in Qin Yijie's tone, and finally gave him an answer the moment Qin Yijie opened the door.But this answer was like a knife, piercing into Qin Yijie's heart in an instant.

Qin Yijie felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he closed the door with some force.Leaning against the door, he gasped for a few breaths before suppressing the throbbing pain in his heart.

The door of the lounge was closed with a "bang", and the heavy sound hit Zhang Xiaoheng's heart directly.

Hearing the sound of Qin Yijie's footsteps gradually moving away, Zhang Xiaoheng slowly sat up from the bed.He moved his eyes to the paper bag in confusion, staring at it in a daze.The color of this paper bag was actually his favorite color...

Even though he was asleep at the time, he still felt Qin Yijie's kiss on his forehead.This made Zhang Xiaoheng's mood fluctuate for a while.No matter how hurtful the words between them are, the feeling revealed by the intimate physical contact is very intuitive when they are rubbing each other's ears, and the illusion of being deeply loved and cherished by Qin Yijie surged into his heart uncontrollably.

But as soon as he thought of the beginning of this intimate behavior between the two, Zhang Xiaoheng immediately poured cold water on himself to calm himself down.

Zhang Xiaoheng took the paper bag numbly. According to the thickness of the paper bag, he knew without counting that Qin Yijie gave more than last time.With the support of this money, his sister's medical expenses for ten days must be enough.

Zhang Xiaoheng was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses.

A feeling of deep helplessness and slight relief mixed in my heart.Although coming to see Qin Yijie last night was not voluntary.But after Zhang Xiaoheng carefully experienced the mood at the moment, he was sure that he did not hate Qin Yijie.He received practical help from Qin Yijie, so he lost the qualification to blame him.He chose to degenerate himself, and it has nothing to do with Qin Yijie.Zhang Xiaoheng has never sold it before.But after working in AfterHell for a few months, he knew the market price even if he hadn't sold it. Qin Yijie paid a lot more than the market price twice.This made Zhang Xiaoheng feel a subtle sense of guilt and guilt when accepting their current trading relationship.

After getting dressed with some difficulty, before Zhang Xiaoheng left, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the small square box that Qin Yijie had left for him on the bedside table.The small box is wrapped in delicate dark blue velvet cloth, so small and gorgeous that people are reluctant to open it.

Zhang Xiaoheng felt that the two transactions between him and Qin Yijie should be settled with money and money, and he should not take any more gifts from him.But for some reason, somewhere in his heart always reminded him that he and Qin Yijie might have met somewhere before.The distant and vague sense of familiarity made Zhang Xiaoheng put the dark blue box into his pocket by accident.

In any case, there is no cleanliness between them.He also really needed money during this period.Is it a kind of luck to be able to make money in such a short period of time without asking others for help?

So even if the depravity is only his own business, he and Qin Yijie should each get what they need.Zhang Xiaoheng's eyes darkened, and a chuckle slipped from the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner.

There is no need to feel guilty or have any negative emotions. The relationship between him and Qin Yijie is very typical. One is willing to buy and the other is willing to sell.He, Zhang Xiaoheng, did not feel sorry for anyone, except himself for his persistence.

But how much is persistence worth?

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The author's cute point of evil taste: Money boy exclusive to you~ Have you always had a kind of depraved and sadistic cuteness? ~!Don't dislike the ancient plot, vulgarity is elegance [囧]

Recently, the meat was stuck to death, and the meat of the last chapter was stuck for a week and I didn't finish half of it, so I decided to turn on all the meat in the future.As for whether you want to make up later, it depends on your mood. Anyway, there are not many little angels who read the text, and no one seems to complain about the lack of meat. You shouldn’t mind me rushing to catch up with the plot first, right?The lazy author will continue to be lazy. . . 2333

In view of the fact that there are various voices about the amount of money given by Xiao Gong in the barrage of the radio drama, so I will not state the amount here. . .How much money, the little angels can think whatever they like. [Weakly defend myself. When I wrote the outline 5 years ago, I actually asked friends who often go to bars. The money really has reference value, and it is definitely higher than the market price. _(:зゝ∠)_]