he became my love

Accustomed to Rong Qiao saying goodbye to his "friends" for a long time, Qin Yiming looked at the mess on the floor after the bustle, sighed, picked up the rag and started tidying up from the table in the living room.

The weather has just entered autumn. I don't know if it's because of the new cold air or because of Qin Yiming's continuous low-grade fever. The less popular room is actually a bit gloomy.

Probably the sequelae of time travel.

Without worrying too much, I pushed all the garbage into the trash can in twos and twos, and wiped off the water stains that would not dry up in the future with a rag.

……

Not long after, the noise in the corridor disappeared, probably because someone saw him off, and it was almost time for Rong Qiao to go back to the house.

The sound of the door opening and closing sounded one after another, and the familiar footsteps were getting closer and closer, which was very reassuring.The temperature of the air around him rose faintly, and Qin Yiming didn't need to turn his head to know that Rong Qiao was behind him.

Sure enough, in the next second, the man's voice rang in his ears, and the gentle male voice brought some complaints: "I will do these things. Your wrist is not healed yet. If there is any problem, it will not be worth the loss."

"It's okay. You took care of me the first two days. You cleaned it up. It's my turn to do the dishes today."

"Then wait until it's all done and compensate me." Without leaving Qin Yiming any chance, Rong Qiao simply and neatly took the miscellaneous things Qin Yiming was holding, and went straight into the kitchen.

The ordinary daily life has a little sweetness because of Rongqiao.

Staring blankly at the back of the man who was busy leaving, he walked into the kitchen and winked for a while before he was willing to close the sliding door.

Such a feeling of peace of mind has never been experienced before. Qin Yiming stared in the direction of the kitchen for two seconds, then heard a voice from the bottom of his heart, which made him unable to help but read along: "I am... Qin Shen, not Qin Yiming."

It would be nice if that was the case.

It wasn't the first time this idea appeared in his mind, but it was the first time he faced and truly admitted it.

Generally speaking, the substitute traversers never take into account the original body's position, after all, when they arrived, those people had already left this world.But Qin Yiming is different. Although he still can't figure out what kind of feelings he has for Rongqiao, what is clear is that 'Qin Shen' is the most important person in Rongqiao.

If he inherits this identity, he must live a good life for him, but... how to live instead of Qin Shen, exchange souls, Rong Qiao will find out one day.

——Or, would it be more appropriate to be frank with the truth?

"Qin Shen, do you want some fruit?"

His train of thought was interrupted in an instant, Qin Yiming paused, and turned his head to see Rong Qiao partly opened the sliding door, revealing only his head: "In a daze again? Do you want to eat cantaloupe?"

"It will be all right."

"That's 'okay'." Rong Qiao frowned, and immediately pushed open the sliding door, only to see that he had already held a tray with his other hand, which contained peeled and sliced ​​cantaloupe.

"It's cut, but I have to eat it." Da strode to Qin Yiming's side, put the plate aside, and took the rag in his hand: "Speaking of which, the price of fruit has increased after autumn. Qin Shen, in the future You should be diligent and virtuous, and going grocery shopping can be regarded as a way of exercising."

"I see."

"what do you know?"

As soon as he answered, a handsome face suddenly appeared in front of him. Qin Yiming didn't know where to look for a while because of the too close distance, but felt that the breath coming close to his neck was a bit hot.

Their foreheads touched each other, disrupting their chaotic breathing, and lowering their eyes in a panic, they happened to see Rong Qiao's very mismatched floral apron tied around his waist.

The man in front of him named Rong Qiao will always hide his sharpness at home and reveal his most tender side to himself.It should be said...it was exposed to a person named Qin Shen, but now I am replacing him and living in his body.

The wide palm stroked the cheek and jaw along the neck, bringing a sense of sex, so that Qin Yiming had to raise his eyes and look at Rongqiao: "What... what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you've got a fever again." In contrast, the abnormal temperature obviously felt on his forehead made Rong Qiao restrain his expression, and he habitually wanted to tap the man's forehead, but he was concerned that he had a fever, He stopped his movements, and just stretched out his hand to brush up Qin Yiming's hair indiscriminately, revealing his smooth forehead.

"Qin Shen, can you stop worrying me all the time." Sighing, she seemed to be complaining and full of worry: "What do you want me to do with you like this?"

"Sorry……"

"Is it useful to be sorry? Taking good care of your body is the most important thing."

The wry response, probably due to feverish confusion, was inexplicably cute, and Rong Qiao couldn't help but flicked Qin Yiming's forehead lightly.

"Well……"

"It's good to know it hurts!"

——Sure enough, wait until Rongqiao doubts before confessing.

At that time, no matter what will happen and what consequences will arise, it will be much better than announcing the sad news of "the lover has passed away" to Rongqiao like this now.

"The body of a workaholic is more important." With the purpose of giving a sweet date with a stick, Rong Qiao placed a light kiss on Qin Yiming's blushing forehead, and after smiling, his expression became serious: "Tomorrow night I may I won’t go home for dinner, the task at the head office requires a business trip, so I may not be able to make it back, so..."

"Well, are you going to a nearby city? If it's too late and it's inconvenient to come back, just stay outside for one night and don't drive at night... um..."

"I've said it all, I just won't come back for dinner." I couldn't help knocking again, and my teasing thoughts restrained after touching Qin Yiming's high body temperature: "Anyway, I'll be back at night, don't wait for me to eat, Order takeaway or go out to eat...or find a part-time worker tomorrow to take care of you."

"I'm not a child, I will take care of myself."

Everyone desires the feeling that someone can rely on, but being taken care of too much is a bit hypocritical.

"Maybe, you'll be fine when I come back." The sanitation was not finished, and Rong Qiao had a lot of things to do, so he messed up Qin Yiming's hair again, left a sentence of unclear meaning, and got up and went into the kitchen again.

He didn't know where he could go on a business trip in a day, and he didn't need to know all about what Rongqiao was going to do. Qin Yiming only remembered the soft kiss on the forehead, which was sultry, and once again deceived himself and suppressed the so-called truth.

Why so much extravagance, love every day of happiness.

It's as if a poor person got a touchstone, because he was too eager to get a "reciprocal" relationship, so now he's "getting rid of" it will be extra cowardly and easy to shrink back.

The author has something to say: Our Qin Yiming has begun to fall.