Today's Shura field is also very lively

In the spacious and bright living room, there is a pot on the open kitchen, boiling soft white porridge.Qin Heng came out of the room casually, and saw the young man on the cooking table.

The young man rolled up his sleeves on the cooking table, revealing a white jade-like wrist, with vague red marks on the delicate flesh.

It was left behind when he pressed it under his body and tied it tightly with a tie bit by bit.

Qin Heng's eyes darkened. He leaned against the dining table, looking lazily at the young man who was busy at the cooking table, his eyes flicked over the amputated limb.

He said lazily with a smile: "Primary school brother."

The young man on the cooking table paused, turned to look at him in doubt and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qin Heng simply got up straight away, walked up to the young man at the cooking table, and said in a low voice with a deep smile in his eyes, "Don't you have an apron?"

It is best to bring the kind of apron with a thin rope that can pinch a thin waist.

He was able to hold the person in front of him on the cooking table with one hand, pinch the young man's waist, and coax the person in his arms little by little, making the person in his arms flushed.

The man was in his arms, with a pitiful look so shy that he didn't dare to lift his head.

Just thinking about it makes my mouth dry and my whole body agitated.

Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him was stunned for a while, and then cautiously said to him with a little blankness: "Senior, do I have to stay to wash the dishes later?"

Qin Heng: "..."

He laughed, a little helpless, but the thoughts in his heart were completely scattered.

Qin Heng slightly leaned over and flicked the forehead of the young man in front of him with his fingers, and said with a hoarse smile, "Why do you want to let you wash the dishes, seniors?"

After that, he turned his head to look at the small pot on the kitchen, and lazily said: "Whatever you want to eat, senior will make it for you."

Chen Qi was a little surprised and said, "Senior can cook?"

Qin Heng raised his eyebrows, smiled lightly, stretched out a slender index finger, tapped on Chen Xi's forehead and said, "Turn around, sit on the dining table, and wait for the senior to make you breakfast."

Chen Qi followed the finger on his forehead and turned around obediently, went to the dining table, watched Qin Heng take the ingredients from the refrigerator, and handled them skillfully.

The light in the open kitchen was bright, and the man was wearing a vest and jeans. He had a narrow waist and long legs. The muscles on his arms were smooth and neat, and his whole body looked lazy and casual.

Chen Qi watched as Qin Heng skillfully brushed the pan with oil, cracked two whole eggs in medium-high heat, and fried the egg noodles until light yellow in an instant, and turned them over after a short while, and then turned on a low heat to warm up Pan shakes the whole egg.

The surface of the pot is heated slowly so that the egg yolk is slightly solidified but not completely solidified, and fried into soft and smooth soft-boiled eggs.

At first, Chen Qi was afraid that Qin Heng was just talking on the spur of the moment. Seeing Qin Heng start to move, he was really afraid that the young master would blow up the kitchen as soon as he opened fire.

Unexpectedly, Qin Heng seemed to be very skillful in his movements. After he was done, he put a plate in front of him, pulled the chair away and said lazily, "What do you want to eat next time, come to the senior, and the senior will make it for you."

"Also, take the key under the carpet and take it back."

He propped his head on one hand, winked at Chen Qi and said, "Help the senior keep it."

Chen Xi hesitated and said, "Senior, forget it..."

Qin Heng sighed leisurely and seemed a little lonely: "In case the senior gets drunk one day, he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive at home."

Chen Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, before he could speak, Qin Heng tilted his head and said to him pitifully, "No one will come to collect the corpse if it rots and stinks."

Chen Qi nodded helplessly, and Qin Heng laughed when he saw him nodding.

Qin Heng knew that Chen Qi knew he was joking, and he only accepted the key for his elder brother's sake.

Just like this morning.

Chen Qi was willing to stay and cook him sober soup and porridge, and take care of him when he was drunk, just because his elder brother Qin Shao said to help him.

On the European-style dining table, white and tall narcissus were quietly clustered in the flask. Qin Heng leaned back on the chair with downcast eyes.

The hangover soup that Qin Heng had just poured into his stomach was warm and mellow, and the emptiness in his stomach was quietly filled, extending another kind of long-lasting satisfaction that seemed faintly absent, slowly spreading into another rare softness.

He tilted his head slightly and stared at the young man in front of him. For the first time, he did not subconsciously speculate on the feelings of the person in front of him, did not try hard to feel the so-called "emotions" of human beings, but sat comfortably in front of the young man.

No need to try hard to figure out and try to feel human emotions, every nerve is relaxed.

Just sitting quietly in front of the young man, I can strangely and slowly feel the faint satisfaction and softness spreading in my heart.

Qin Heng clearly felt that the perception of this strange and unfamiliar emotion did not come from the hunter's excitement of hunting the prey, or the strong possessive desire.

It is a very strange and unfamiliar emotion, like in the sleepy and silent void, suddenly and quietly feel a beam of gentle light, soft and quiet slowly falling on the body.

In the abyss of the barren wilderness devouring the lonely void, a small soft place was vacated.

Qin Heng's eyes were very calm, he looked up at the young man in front of him, and suddenly said: "Chen Qi."

The young man in front of him raised his head and looked at him with doubts.

Qin Heng laughed and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The young man also bent his eyes, laughed and said, "It's delicious."

Those eyes were exceptionally clean and beautiful, and when they were bent, they looked like a lake in early spring, gentle and soft.

It's a pity that Qin Heng doesn't exist in those eyes at all.

Qin Heng lowered his eyes, and even began to have a ridiculous thought in his heart.

If it was him, not Qin Shao, who Chen Qi met in high school in the first place.

Is the person in those eyes now also Qin Heng?

Thinking of the young man's eyes and soul looking at him wholeheartedly, obeying him physically and mentally, the passion and love of the soul are all due to him.

Qin Heng felt a bone-piercing shudder quietly rising from his back, and a thin layer of sweat oozes from his body, making his fingertips tremble.

A strong emotion surged up in Qin Heng's chest, arbitrarily breaking through the taboos that Qin Heng had never touched in his life, clamoring to submit rationally to that strange and strong emotion.

He crossed his legs, propped his head with one hand, breathed heavily in his chest, looked up at the young man, and pressed the tip of his tongue heavily against his jaw.

He looked at the young man's slender and slender neck wrapped in a white shirt, and his straight and thin back.

I just want to press hard against the young man's back, force him to raise his head, and make the young man look at him obediently with red eyes.

Let youth be his most perfectly tamed collection.