boiled frog

On the way back, they walked unhappily, Qi Yang was holding a recycle bag in his hand, teasing Wen Qing from time to time, Wen Qing scolded him with a smile, or just didn't care about him.

Back home, Qi Yang went directly into the kitchen, Wen Qing picked up the unfinished potato chips on the coffee table, ate them vigorously, turned on the TV and changed for a long time without watching any interesting programs, and was bored when he was idle. slipped into the kitchen.

"What are you eating today?" Wen Qing chewed the potato chips in his mouth, and looked at Qi Yang playing with those vegetables.

Qi Yang glanced at the Kopik in his hand, "Ah—"

Wen Qing smiled and stuffed a piece into his mouth.

Qi Yang finished chewing what he had in his mouth before saying slowly, "...what do you want to eat?"

Ever since Qi Yang and Wen Qing basically established a relationship, Qi Yang came to Wen Qing's house to cook three meals a day, and the two of them ate together, basically without any repetition, so thinking about what to cook the next day became Qi Yang's daily compulsory course , and Wen Qing's compulsory course is to look forward to what Qi Yang will cook for him every day.

Wen Qing tilted his head and thought for a while, but he couldn't come up with a reason, Qi Yang was about to pretend to be sad and say, "I cook so many delicious things for you every day, but you can't remember any of them" when Wen Qing heard Said.

"Actually, I think it's delicious as long as it's made by you."

Qi Yang froze his hands when he was choosing vegetables, and looked back at Wen Qing who was bending over and squatting beside him, Wen Qing was grinning silly and happy.

At that moment, Qi Yang felt that Wen Qing was like a child who hadn't grown up yet, even after experiencing the ups and downs of life when he was a child, he could still live naturally with a smile like this.

Qi Yang felt a little turmoil in his heart, and he continued to choose dishes without realizing it, "Really, then you have to try it out today, this is your Chef Qi's specialty."

"Okay, I will definitely eat them all." Wen Qing vowed.

Qi Yang's hands were dirty, so he could only use his elbow to smack Wen Qing's stomach, and said with a smile, "Have you gained weight recently?"

Wen Qing was about to beat him as soon as he heard it, and two big men in their thirties were laughing happily by the trash can.

After a while when Qi Yang went to chop vegetables, Wen Qing was standing beside him, and Qi Yang said helplessly, "Young Master Wen, can you make room for us, we two 1.8-meter-long men stick here, you can Don't you think it's crowded?"

Wen Qing thought for a while, swallowed what was in his mouth, "Qi Yang, let me cook for you."

Qi Yang glanced at him, "Are you okay?"

Wen Qing nodded, "It wasn't because no one taught me before, Jingzhou's level of blowing up pots is not as good as mine."

Qi Yang thought about it carefully, and felt that it would be better to do some work instead of letting Wen Qing stand here and get in the way, so he agreed.

"You should learn to beat eggs first. This is the easiest way. If you are hungry someday, you can scramble an egg by yourself."

"I'll go to bed when I'm hungry, who wants to eat eggs?"

"Wen Qing," Qi Yang said seriously, "Sooner or later, I will get rid of your lazy habit."

Qi Yang took out some eggs from the refrigerator and took a big bowl, "Look carefully at how to break the eggs into the bowl."

"Yeah." Wen Qing nodded again and again, with an open-minded appearance.

Qi Yang knocked the eggshell against the side of the bowl, then opened the mouth and beat the egg into the bowl, and then stirred it up again.

"See, try it yourself now."

Wen Qing took the egg that Qi Yang handed over, and knocked it on the bowl with a loud sound, the egg white and yolk flowed out.

Qi Yang helplessly watched Wen Qing frantically save the egg, "...I forgot to tell you something, be gentle..."

"Hey, it's the first time, it'll be fine next time." Wen Qing had a big heart.

However, the eggs that were unlucky enough to be taken out of the refrigerator by Qi Yang after several times died heroically under the fingers of Master Wen Qingcong.

Qi Yang stroked Wen Qing's hair, "Do you still remember what you said when we met the second time?"

Wen Qing was a little frustrated, looked at the eggs lying in the trash can, and gave Qi Yang a weak look, "What do you say?"

"There is a specialization in art, open your mouth," Qi Yang reached into the bag and took out a piece of potato chips and stuffed it into Wen Qing's mouth, "Some people are born bad at cooking."

"Is that so..." Wen Qing muttered, chewing potato chips, looking like he was thinking, "But my mother's cooking is still good, I remember."

Qi Yang pulled Wen Qing, who was squatting sadly beside the trash can, into his arms, lowered his head slightly to Wen Qing's face, stretched out his hand and squeezed it, "Little fool, some people are born to be spoiled, understand?"

Qi Yang felt that Wen Qing's pouting was extremely cute, so he went up and gave a big boo.

Wen Qing broke away from his embrace quite unnaturally, her face flushed slightly, and it took a long time before she said a word.

"...Why didn't I pet you?"

Qi Yang laughed all of a sudden, "Then you can spoil me, I see how you want to spoil me, do you want to cook for me, or drive me to work? Or..."

Qi Yang leaned closer to Wen Qing's face, breathing on Wen Qing's face.

"... Serve me on the bed?"

After hearing what he said, Wen Qing blushed instantly.

They have been together for two months, but they have never done anything, Qi Yang would not mention it if Wen Qing didn't mention it.

Wen Qing turned her face sideways and said nothing.

Qi Yang smiled and didn't speak, just continued to chop vegetables.

Because of Wen Qing's participation, they cooked the meal very slowly. Wen Qing almost burned his paws halfway through, and it was a lot of trouble. Fortunately, Chef Qi turned the tide and saved the situation. They ate this meal after nine o'clock. A tough supper.

"Have a good taste, your first meal." Qi Yang said with a smile while sitting at the table.

Wen Qing nodded, went up and picked up an egg that he managed to crack with chopsticks. Qi Yang held his chin and watched him chew for a long time, "How is it? Is there a difference in what I made myself?"

It took Wen Qing a long time to pop out a word, "...salty."

"It's understandable," Qi Yang took a mouthful of fish and looked at him teasingly, "It's the first time, next time it will be fine."

Wen Qing was stunned, only to realize that this was what she said just now, she stared at Qi Yang and continued to eat without saying a word.

After dinner, Wen Qing took the initiative to undertake the duty of washing dishes, and went into the kitchen with a pile of bowls and chopsticks.

Qi Yang was also happy to occasionally sit on the sofa and watch TV without washing the dishes after eating.

After a while Wen finished cleaning the bowls, he saw Qi Yang sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching happily, so he walked over and sat beside him, "What are you looking at, you are smiling so happily."

"Small piece." Seeing him coming, Qi Yang didn't look at him, and put his arms around Wen Qing's shoulders, "The one between Zhao Benshan and Xiaoshenyang, I'm so happy."

"It's not short of money," Wen Qing pouted, "You can still laugh at such an ancient sketch."

Qi Yang smiled, "I usually don't watch TV."

Wen Qing didn't speak anymore, and watched TV with Qi Yang, listening to Qi Yang's burst of laughter from time to time, and faintly felt the vibration coming from Qi Yang's chest on his back.

He smiled slightly, adjusted his posture, and leaned his head against Qi Yang's shoulder.

Qi Yang was laughing happily while watching the sketch, when he suddenly felt the person in his arms squeeze into his arms, he lost interest in the sketch in an instant, and hooked Wen Qing's chin in Xiaoshenyang's singing of "Shandandan Blossoms are Brilliant and Brilliant" , bowed his head and kissed his lips.

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Qi Yang suddenly thought of himself six years ago in a trance.

Reminds me of Ming Jin from six years ago.

He remembered the ridiculous night between himself and Mingjin six years ago.

That night, Mingjin squeezed in without even doing any stretching. Qi Yang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he recalled the pain.

Qi Yang looked down at Wen Qing who was panting slightly below him. His long hair was spread out, revealing a handsome neck. There was no scar on his back, his spine was straight and graceful, and his whole body was trembling unconsciously.

Qi Yang suddenly thought, what kind of scene is it like when such a person howls in pain.

If he had no scruples like Ming Jin did back then, would he want to bite the quilt to keep silent like himself, or would he scream out in pain.

Wen Qing's voice is very nice, low and hoarse.

Qi Yang was thinking wildly in his head, and slowly twitched his fingers behind Wen Qing, Wen Qing held Qi Yang's shoulder, his teeth were almost embedded in Qi Yang's flesh.

Qi Yang's eyes were gloomy, his face was almost expressionless, only the flushing showed that this love had just begun.

Qi Yang felt that it was almost done, he shook his own, resisted Wen Qing, and tried to send it inside.

"Ah...don't..." Wen Qing's voice suddenly became louder

"Be patient." Qi Yang gritted his teeth.

However, it was only enough to get in but couldn't squeeze in, Qi Yang didn't use any force, let go slightly, hugging Wen Qing and panting.

How did Ming Jin treat him back then.

How did Mingjin ignore his begging for mercy?

How did Mingjin not see his pain back then.

How did Ming Jin act unscrupulously on him back then?

How did Mingjin scold him to get out back then?

What Qi Yang thought he would never think of again is vivid in his mind, the darkness and helplessness of that night reappeared before Qi Yang's eyes frame by frame.

Qi Yang came back to his senses and stood up straight, Wen Qing raised his head abruptly, a cry of pain slipped out of his throat and echoed in the empty room.

"...No, Qi Yang...Yang, no...don't..." Wen Qing pulled Qi Yang's arm, his fingers pinched Qi Yang's muscles tightly, his knuckles were so pale that they seemed about to break.

Qi Yang was panting, the thing was still inside, but Qi Yang just hugged Wen Qing without moving.

Wen Qing was swollen to the brim, and felt as if it was going to explode, and could feel the veins on Qi Yang's things twitching.

After a while, Qi Yang wanted to twitch slowly, but felt that it was really tight, Wen Qing was extremely dry inside, and every time he moved, he felt uncomfortable and tight.

Qi Yang tried to move slowly, but Wen Qing held Qi Yang's arm firmly, and said in a low voice, "Qi Yang...don't...please..."

Hearing Wen Qing's voice, Qi Yang felt that something was wrong, he turned his head abruptly, picked up Wen Qing's face that had been resting on his shoulders, and saw a pair of moist and clear eyes.

Wen Qing bit her pale lips tightly, almost bleeding from the bite, her brows were tightly frowned, bean-sized beads of sweat trickled down from her forehead, wet the black hair on her forehead, and the messy hair sticking to her face There was still a little blush on the hair and cheeks just now, it was pale, and the whole person looked embarrassed.

"Qi Yang... don't..." A line of tears rolled down Wen Qing's cheeks, and the eyelashes were also stained with water, looking at Qi Yang tremblingly.

Qi Yang's heart was startled suddenly, there was no memory of the past in his mind for a moment, it was full of people in front of him.

What's the relationship between him and Mingjin's mess and Wen Qing? Wen Qing was even imprisoned in the house by Mingjin. What's wrong with him? hurt each other.When will it be his turn to torture Wen Qing again?

Qi Yang felt his heart throbbing tightly, hugged Wen Qing, kissed his wet forehead carelessly, his frowning brows, his bloodless lips, whispered, "Wen Qing...Wen Qing... My Wen Qing... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Afterwards, Qi Yang tried his best to cool down, and finally pulled out the thing, but Wen Qing still broke out in a cold sweat.

Qi Yang hugged Wen Qing and huddled on the sofa, lowered his head and gently kissed Wen Qing's eyebrows and eyes, the person in his arms was still trembling slightly, when Qi Yang came out just now, when Wen Qing was not paying attention, he helped Wen Qing check carefully After a while, I felt relieved knowing that there was nothing serious.

Qi Yang wrapped his arms around Wen Qing, pursed his lips, and thought how could such a thin and frail person manage to do anything just now, he could even see the protruding shoulder blades on Wen Qing's shoulders.

"Wen Qing, are you feeling better..." Qi Yang asked cautiously, staring nervously at Wen Qing's pale face.

Wen Qing nodded, trying to squeeze out a smile, "...Because I... didn't seem to be successful, sorry..."

Qi Yang's heart trembled, and he hugged Wen Qing tightly, only feeling moisture accumulation in his eyes.

Wen Qing didn't know Qi Yang's thoughts, and he didn't know the preparations needed to do this, he just felt that he had to stop because he didn't want Qi Yang.

Qi Yang buried his head deeply into Wen Qing's shoulder, and fell silent for a moment.

"Qi Yang? Qi Yang..." Wen Qing turned his head worriedly to see what happened to Qi Yang.

Qi Yang raised his head, before Wen Qing could see his face clearly, Qi Yang stretched out his hands to cover Wen Qing's eyes, tightly wrapped his hands around Wen Qing's waist, put his mouth on Wen Qing's lips, and lightly licked him lips, kissed his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue lightly, encircling and entering gradually.

Wen Qing silently greeted Qi Yang's extremely gentle and lingering kiss, and suddenly felt sticky water stains slipping from between their cheeks and wet the corners of their mouths.

Wen Qing didn't move.

After a long time, Qi Yang moved away slowly, raised his hand to wipe his face fiercely, and raised his head to look at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing looked at his reddened eyes, didn't speak, just smiled at him.

"I'm fine, Qi Yang, I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

Qi Yang looked at Wen Qing's eyebrows and eyes, and opened his mouth slowly, pausing each word with a slight tremor in his voice.

"Wen Qing, I love you."