Chaotic Qin

Ying Zheng heard Qin Zichu mention Han Fei enthusiastically for the second time.

Qin Zichu's reaction made Ying Zheng slightly unhappy. Hearing his answer, Ying Zheng pursed his lips and refused to say more.

But Qin Zichu never noticed the change in Ying Zheng's face.

He chuckled and said: "I deliberately asked the servant to throw Han Fei into the car of Mr. Mo Fei, Zhuo Xin, and Han Jiang, who are the most mean-speaking. When I think of what they might chat, I can think of Han Fei." How ugly is Fei's face now?"

Ying Zheng couldn't help frowning, and said puzzledly, "Since you appreciate Han Fei, why do you want to humiliate him?"

Qin Zichu laughed: "Just because I appreciate a person's talent, it doesn't mean that I like this person's character. You've seen Han Fei's appearance. Don't you think he's an easy-to-communicate person? Han Fei seems to have He looks full of complaints, right? If this kind of person doesn't let him know that he can be even more unlucky, he will never know how to restrain himself. People with too sharp edges and corners will not live long. I am deliberately killing Han Fei now I can use him when he no longer holds his head up every time he faces me, as if the world is drunk and he is awake alone."

Qin Zichu slightly tightened his palms around Ying Zheng's waist, rested his head on his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I always feel like my heart is getting colder and harder, and I don't want to spend any more time for strangers. .”

Ying Zheng put a hand on the back of Qin Zichu's hand, and their fingers quickly intertwined.

He said in his heart: This is the best way, it is enough for you to be tender to me alone.

After a while, Ying Zheng deliberately changed the subject and said, "Is the saddle still comfortable to sit on? I have had people modify it many times, and it is not fixed enough, but the comfort is barely acceptable."

Qin Zichu let out a muffled "Yes".

He didn't even open his eyes, he was still leaning on Ying Zheng's back, and said lazily, "It's not bad, but don't you think the saddle is a bit short for the two of us riding together?"

As he spoke, Qin Zichu leaned forward and rubbed against Ying Zheng's rear hip, causing Ying Zheng's body to stiffen suddenly.

"Hehehe." Qin Zichu chuckled and opened his eyes.

He deliberately sprayed his warm and moist breath on the side of Ying Zheng's neck, and said in a tone full of subtle pauses: "What's wrong? Are you afraid of me? A little baby over six years old."

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, drew out the palm connected to Qin Zichu, and pressed it on his tall nose.

After a while, he said: "I have made you proud for a few years."

I will deal with you slowly in the future.

Qin Zichu let out a shallow laugh, honestly withdrew his hands, wrapped his arms around Ying Zheng's waist, and said in a low voice, "I'm a little uncomfortable, let me close my eyes for a while."

Before he finished speaking, Ying Zheng had already moved his body and straightened his back so that Qin Zichu could comfortably lean on his shoulders without feeling uncomfortable because of the height difference.

Qin Zichu looked at Ying Zheng's immature profile, and was moved in his heart.

How many people can care about him to such a detailed level?

The man he suspected, dodged, and thought to be a cold-blooded tyrant before did it.

"Ah Zheng, you're so kind." Qin Zichu leaned on Ying Zheng's shoulder, couldn't help but move forward, and pressed two thin lips on his neck.

The gentle touch broke instantly, and he immediately felt the body in his arms, whose height was almost the same as his own, tremble violently.

Qin Zichu closed his eyes happily.

When he woke up again, the sun was already setting, and he was lying safely in the bedding. Ying Zheng had already run away without a trace, and the sound of chopping swords during the sword dance kept coming from the courtyard.

"... Are you losing your temper again?" Qin Zichu couldn't help biting his lip and laughing.

He pushed away the quilt and got up, took the robe from He who was guarding the room and put it on his body, walked lightly to the door, and looked out.

Ever since Ying Zheng broke his mind, every time Qin Zichu had a little intimate contact with him, Ying Zheng would always run to the yard to practice his sword.

If Qin Zichu didn't understand why Ying Zheng did what he did at first, after a few times, he also understood thoroughly.

Qin Zichu just found it strange that Ying Zheng's body was only in his early six years old, where did he get so angry?

... The yang energy is a little too strong, right?

Are all boys like this?

Qin Zichu thought suspiciously in his heart, he couldn't help but think about his childhood, and couldn't help shaking his head.

After thinking seriously for a long time, he laughed and said: What am I thinking.

At my age, I was still worrying about whether my mother would let me eat an extra piece of braised pork for the next meal. How could I think of a relationship problem that was almost a fantasy.

"You're awake. Why didn't you fasten your coat? It's windy at night and you'll be freezing." Ying Zheng put the sword back around his waist, walked back to Qin Zichu's side with a cold face.

Before he could open his mouth, a series of accusations had already fallen on Qin Zichu.

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled the knots on the robe, and tied them together tightly.

Qin Zichu quietly watched Ying Zheng's every move and did not make a sound.

After he finished wrapping up the outer robe for himself, Qin Zichu stretched out his hand to grab Ying Zheng's leaving hand, and said with a smile, "I don't want to wear a heavy outer robe, so what do you think I should do?"

Ying Zheng felt that Qin Zichu seemed to be deliberately embarrassing himself, but after he frowned, he still pulled Qin Zichu and turned around and walked into the house.

"Then don't go outside the house. Although it's almost summer, it's still a little cold at night." Ying Zheng said in a rambunctious manner.

Qin Zichu stopped behind him, and after Ying Zheng stopped talking, he suddenly said, "You're sweating, let's go take a shower."

A look of surprise flashed across Ying Zheng's face.

He looked at Qin Zichu and said wonderingly: "I have already bathed once in the morning, why did you let me take a bath again, does it smell very sweaty?"

Qin Zichu didn't give any explanation, and said domineeringly, "I just ask if you want to go or not?"

"...Go." Ying Zheng sighed and answered resignedly.

He almost never disagreed with Qin Zichu's request.

Hearing the orders from the masters, He immediately conveyed Qin Zichu's order to take a bath with Ying Zheng.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the two of them sat naked in the bathtub facing each other.

Ying Zheng stared at Qin Zichu tonight, and felt that there seemed to be something different about him from the past.

Qin Zichu's bright talking eyes suddenly flashed a smile, and the palm in the warm water grabbed Ying Zheng's callused fingers, and pulled him to his waist.

He moved his legs, closed his eyes, stretched his limbs and leaned against the barrel wall, and whispered, "Do you want to touch me when you are on horseback?"

Ying Zheng's fingers stuck to Qin Zichu's waist couldn't help but move slightly, rubbing past his thin waist.

But almost instantly, he stopped his movements, and his eyes fell on Qin Zichu's face which was unclear due to his eyes being closed.

"Why did Zichu suddenly say such things?" Ying Zheng couldn't believe his ears.

Qin Zichu had always strictly restrained himself from getting close to him, and it was impossible for a situation like today to happen.

Qin Zichu still had his eyes closed, and raised his hand to climb on Ying Zheng's back, along with a layer of muscle but still very thin chest.

He arched his body and whispered into Ying Zheng's ear: "Every time you come into contact with me, you have to go to practice your sword—you are so angry at a young age, do you want to use the correct way to resolve it? two?"

At this point, there is no need to say more.

Ying Zheng immediately understood what Qin Zichu meant!

Qin Zichu clearly meant that the anger condensed all over his body was getting higher and higher precisely because he couldn't touch Qin Zichu. Occasionally, a single touch could ignite the fire all over his body, making him lose all self-control.

Ying Zheng immediately hugged Qin Zichu's thin waist tightly with both hands, and pressed his palms on the skin that was more slippery due to soaking in warm water.

He moved up along Qin Zichu's waist, inch by inch feeling the hidden parts that he never had the chance to touch before.

A hot stream suddenly gushed out of Yingzheng's nasal cavity.

He covered his nose and turned his head to cross the wall of the barrel. The sound of "tick-tick-" came, and a few drops of thick blood fainted on the ground.

Instead of going up to wipe Ying Zheng's nose, Qin Zichu sat there and couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahaha, it's, it's really like this!" Qin Zichu trembled.

Ying Zheng grabbed a clean muslin cloth and pressed it to his nose, turned his head and glared at Qin Zichu fiercely, making Qin Zichu's hard-won laughter amplify again.

Qin Zichu leaned in front of Yingzheng, and said softly, "The blood is flowing out, do you feel that the hot feeling in your heart has disappeared a lot? Well, I won't laugh at you anymore. Raise the arm on the opposite side so that it will stop sooner... ..."

Qin Zichu's cheerful voice suddenly stopped, and with a "boom!", Ying Zheng pushed him back and pressed hard against the wall of the barrel.

The young man's face was still stained with traces of blood. As expected, he raised his opposite arm high, but when he raised his hand, he pinched Qin Zichu's hands together and pressed them firmly on top of his head so that he could not move.

Ying Zheng squeezed into the gap between Qin Zichu's bent legs, and pressed his free hand on his chest.

His eyes gleamed with endless desire like a hungry wild wolf, staring straight into Qin Zichu's eyes, and his palms moved up and down along the warm and shiny body.

"Since you are willing to let me touch the dream that I still yearn for, then I will accept it unceremoniously." Ying Zheng opened his mouth, and suddenly bit Qin Zichu's heartbeat, his tongue crushed the slightly raised skin.

Pain mixed with slight itches pierced his chest directly from the skin, and Qin Zichu only let out a weak hum from his nasal cavity.

"Ah Zheng, take it easy." He was forced to maintain an uncomfortable posture, and he couldn't tell whether he was just being held in his chest, or whether his whole body turned into a prey and was held in Ying Zheng's mouth.

Ying Zheng opened his mouth, brushed his tongue back and forth on the edge of the tooth marks, and threatened in a low voice: "Don't play like this again next time."

After finishing speaking, he circled behind Qin Zichu with his palm, and pinched Yuanqiu hard.

Qin Zichu's face changed, and he couldn't help exclaiming: "Ying Zheng, where are you touching?!"