fear game

Lance comforted himself not to think too much.Qi Mo obviously said this because he was angry with himself. Of course he never threatened the security, otherwise Raj would not have said that nothing happened.It is estimated that Raj and the nurse on duty were asleep last night, and they did not see Qi Mo slipping out.Anyway, according to Chandler, he did hurt Qi Mo's feelings unintentionally, and he has a reason to be angry.

So Lance said: "Xiao Hei, sit down first, I'll wash your hands and peel an apple for you to eat, it's too early for the dumplings to be served."

"No need." At this moment, Qi Mo returned to his normal expression. The sense of fear just now seemed to be just Lance's illusion, "I came here specially to make dumplings for the master. I should serve you while the master sits down. That's right. Where are the ingredients?"

Lance took out the minced meat prepared last night from the refrigerator, took a bowl of purified water from the kitchen, and put the empty basin, flour, and rolling pin in front of Qi Mo one by one.

Qi Mo rolled up his sleeves on both sides, pouring in flour and water, and kneading the dough.The dough was getting bigger and bigger, Qi Mo's breathing fluctuated regularly with the movements of his hands, the heater in the room was turned on a little hot, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Qi Mo's forehead.

Qi Mo probably felt a little itchy on his face, so he raised his hand to touch it, and there was a little flour on his forehead, which was white and a little funny.

"Don't move," Lance wiped Qi Mo's face with a soft tissue. At this moment, he remembered the gentleness when the handkerchief was stuck to the corner of his mouth to wipe off the oil stains, and he couldn't help but relax his movements.

"Meow——" Xiaobai coquettishly beside him, emphasizing his own existence, obviously dissatisfied with the owner's concern for another "pet".

"Wipe it clean, otherwise Xiao Hei will become 'Little White'." Lance joked.

Qi Mo raised his eyes focused on the dough, and looked at Lance.

"I want to help too." Seeing that Qi Mo was skillfully making dumplings, and rows of beautifully shaped lace dumplings were already lined up on the plate, Lance couldn't help being playful.That's right, in his heart, making dumplings is a kind of fun.

"Can you make a bag?" Qi Mo asked.

When he was a child, Lance always watched his father making dumplings, and stood beside him eager to try, but his father never let the two brothers touch his dumplings, for fear that the boys would be clumsy and ruin his masterpiece.

So Lance replied with some sadness: "Father never taught me."

But Qi Mo is different, he is happy to teach Lance: "Go fetch a basin of water."

Lance was very happy, and quickly fetched a basin of clean water, but he didn't understand why a large basin of water was needed to make dumplings.

"Come on," Qi Mo waved to Lance, motioning him to sit on the sofa next to him.At this time, his hands were still covered with flour, so he lowered his head, and suddenly put his mouth close to Lance's wrist, opened his mouth and pulled Lance's sleeve up with his teeth.Lance was caught off guard by his sudden intimacy, so he stood still and didn't push away.Qi Mo took both of Lance's sleeves in his mouth like this, then grabbed Lance's slender white hands, folded them in his palms, and put them into the basin of clear water.

The two hands were pressed tightly together in the warm water, and Qi Mo carefully rubbed the backs and palms of Lance's hands.Hearing Qi Mo's steady and serious breathing right next to his ears, Lance felt for the first time that his heart was beating a little faster.

How did that happen?Since when did I really have an unusual sense of intimacy with this patient?When we met for the first time, Lance helped him take a bath, even if we were naked, Lance could still feel calm; the last time was also on this sofa, Qi Mo listened to him tell a tragic story, and curled into his arms for warmth, Lance hugged him, just feeling distressed.But this time, there was neither nakedness nor hugging, only the fingers seemed to touch each other, and the closeness of ears and temples made Lance feel a little nervous.

"Okay, after washing it, you can make dumplings."

Qi Mo picked up the towel by the table and helped Lance wipe his hands.Then he took Lance's left hand, spread it out, palm up, and gently spread a piece of leather over it.A lump of minced meat was picked up by Qi Mo and placed on his skin, it was cool.

In fact, with Lance's ingenuity, he had watched Qi Mo make so many bags, and he had already memorized the steps by heart. There was no need for Qi Mo to teach him, but Lance did not refuse.

Qi Mo held his right hand, with his thumb and forefinger covering his two fingers, teaching him how to pinch lace bit by bit.

"Be sure to squeeze it tightly, otherwise it will crack when it is cooked, and it will not taste good."

"Oh?" Lance jokingly said, "That would be bread with meatballs, it sounds good."

Qi Mo looked at him and smiled.

At this moment, a rhythmic and romantic love song was playing on the TV. For a moment, the air in the room became a little ambiguous.