After being captured by the old enemy

More than just "no".

Or the "never" no.

Qi Qing clenched her fists slightly, feeling a little suffocated in her chest, clenched her teeth, and exhaled a trembling white mist.

Ji Xingjue looked away and smiled: "I won't lie about this."

Qi Qing's voice became colder: "Then should I thank you?"

"Qing Qing, Xiao Ji?"

Amidst the howling cold wind and heavy snow, there was suddenly the sound of stepping on the snow, and the Duchess walked over from the other side of the yard: "Why didn't you come in at the door?"

Qi Qing paused, put away her cold expression: "Mom."

Ji Xingjue also bit the bullet and said hello: "Madam, good evening."

It was snowing harder and harder outside. Seeing that the Duchess was pale, Qi Qing stopped talking, stepped forward, took off her coat, put it on her, and protected her to go into the house.

Ji Xingjue followed behind, heaving a sigh of relief.

If the duchess hadn't come out, he doubted that Qi Qing could strangle himself to death here.

He still didn't dare to look directly at the Duchess, and sneaked a few glances at the lady's thin back.

The duchess is named Yu Tong, her hometown is in the fourth galaxy, and she met Qi Qing's father on the university campus. The combination of the two was ridiculed and opposed by most of the nobles in the imperial capital.

How ridiculous it is for a nobleman of superior blood to marry a lowly commoner in a remote area.

Even though Mrs. Yu Tong is an outstanding scientist, and the medicine developed has saved countless people, she is still discriminated against by birth and blood.

Although no one dared to say anything in front of him, in a place like the imperial capital where the concentration of nobles was too high, the secret, toxin-like exclusion that existed silently and silently sent chills down the spine.

Especially after the Duke was assassinated and died.

Ji Xingjue always felt that Qi Qing's awkward dog temper had a lot to do with the nobles who love to gossip in the imperial capital.

After entering the house, Ji Xingjue patted the snow off his shoulders at the porch, moved some stiff joints, and silently greeted the emperor who loves winter.

He hates winter.

A hot towel for drying came suddenly with a hood covering his face.

Ji Xingjue couldn't react in time, so he was pressed on the head and rubbed randomly.

After venting his emotions, he put down the towel and watched his masterpiece.

Ji Xingjue's hair was already a little long, but still soft. When he rubbed it, he looked like a cat with a frizzy fur. He couldn't press one of the sticks on the top of his head. He looked at him dully, his expression still dazed. .

He secretly laughed from the bottom of his heart, and said calmly, "What are you dawdling about? Dinner is ready."

Ji Xingjue glared at him angrily, combed his messy hair with his hands, and entered the room with him.

This is the first time Qi Qing has returned to this house after returning to the imperial capital.

It's not that he doesn't want to come back. Mrs. Yutong is also busy with work at the Imperial Research Institute, so it's not easy to be able to sit at the same table tonight.

It was normal to sit and eat with members of the Qi family 11 years ago.

But today is clearly a bit out of the ordinary.

Ji Xingjue glanced at his nominal "husband" and felt a toothache.

Mrs. Yu Tong sipped the hot water her son poured, her face flushed a lot, and she looked at the two of them with a smile: "It was dark just now and I didn't see clearly, son, you are taller than Xiao Ji."

Qi Qing conveniently pulled Ji Xingjue's chair away, sat on the other side, and sneered coldly: "I'm already taller than him."

The Qi family didn't pay much attention to the dinner table, and Mrs. Yu Tong didn't behave like those noble ladies in the imperial capital. She motioned to the two juniors to take care of themselves, randomly forked a piece of fish steak, and said in a raised tone: "Xiaobao, don't Trying to trick your mom into wearing height booster insoles for junior high school graduation photos, and pretend your dad and I didn't notice?"

There was three seconds of silence at the dinner table.

Qi Qing choked hard, her ears turned red, and she was a little annoyed: "Mom, don't call me that!"

Ji Xingjue looked serene, buried his head in eating, and pretended to be deaf in order to avoid Qi Qingqiu's reckoning.

Unexpectedly, Yu Tong turned to look at him again.

Ji Xingjue's scalp was numb from the sight, and he was afraid that she would ask him about his marriage with Qi Qing with a smile.

Qi Qing didn't make a confession in advance either!

"Xiao Ji has lost weight." After a while, Yu Tong concluded, "Son, you are not very good."

Qi Qing stabbed through the steak with a fork expressionlessly, and handed it to Ji Xingjue's bowl.

Ji Xingjue: "..."

He felt that it was him that Qi Qing wanted to expose.

Yu Tong looked at this scene with satisfaction, and comforted Ji Xingjue: "His father and I don't have this temper, and I don't know who will inherit it. Right and wrong, but Xiaobao still knows how to love others, don't be fooled by him." Living."

Qi Qing's face, which represented supreme majesty in the military department and condensed the hearts of countless soldiers, collapsed again: "Mom!"

"Okay Xiaobao, I won't call you Xiaobao," Yutong smoothed his hair perfunctorily, and muttered again, "Oh, why should I remind you, Xiaobao used to listen to you the most."

Qi Qing didn't want to talk anymore.

Ji Xingjue smiled awkwardly.

Ma'am, you are... so good at chatting.

After a timid dinner, apart from Mrs. Yu Tong, Ji Xingjue and Qi Qing all suffered from indigestion in various senses.

Fortunately, Yu Tong didn't mention the marriage of the two of them too much. She has been immersed in research for many years, and she is indifferent to things other than research. She is very forgetful. It was only after eating that she remembered that a report had not been submitted, and hurried to the second floor: "I asked the housekeeper Cleaned up Xiaobao's previous room, you guys make do with it... Oh, the time is about to expire! Xiaobao wait to find me."

Qi Qing rubbed her temples: "Mom, be careful not to fall."

After the Duke passed away, Yu Tong dismissed the only few servants. "Housekeeper" refers to the butler robot made by Qi Qing's father before, and only listened to her alone.

Ji Xingjue sneaked out of the door, trying to sneak out of the house before Qi Qing found him.

Sleeping in the same bed with Qi Qing... He didn't bring sleeping pills, so he couldn't sleep all night.

There was a cool "Where are you going" from behind, and then a huge force came from the collar, and Ji Xingjue returned to his original position.

Ji Xingjue adjusted his collar calmly, without changing his face: "Activate after dinner, Marshal, how about I try to invade the housekeeper and ask him to tidy up another room?"

Qi Qing folded her hands and stared at him expressionlessly.

Ji Xingjue: "...Or I can clean up one of the rooms myself?"

Qi Qing frowned, and asked in a neutral tone: "You really don't want to sleep in the same room with me?"

Ji Xingjue: "?" Are you not?

"Is that how you dislike me?"

Ji Xingjue didn't know how he came to such an illogical conclusion, he was speechless: "Of course not!"

"That's fine." Qi Qing nodded, turned around and left.

Ji Xingjue was drawn into the circle by Qi Qing, and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

He hesitated, frowned and thought: That's right, Qi Qing doesn't dislike her, why is he so hypocritical?

After thinking about it, Ji Xingjue is quite adaptable to keep up with Qi Qing's pace.

Both of them are familiar with Qi Qing's room. Go upstairs and turn the corner, on the left hand side at the end of the corridor, Ji Xingjue's former room is opposite him.

Pushing open the door, the familiar scene suddenly rushed to my eyes, accompanied by memories that were still as clear as yesterday after many years.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and both of them were a little silent.

Qi Qing twisted the doorknob, and spoke first: "You rest first, I'll go find my mother." After a pause, he lowered his voice and gave a slight warning, "Don't rummage through things."

Ji Xingjue raised his hands innocently: "I don't have that hobby."

Qi Qing said nothing, turned and left the room.

Ji Xingjue really doesn't have a hobby of looking through other people's things, he is going to take a shower first, and it is best to fall asleep before the conversation between Qi Qing and his wife is over, to avoid unnecessary embarrassment.

He opened the closet, twisted the overlong nightgown, and realized that it was the clothes his wife had prepared for Qi Qing.

After ten seconds of silent confrontation with the clothes in this closet, and measuring Qi Qing's tolerance for him wearing a coat to bed, Ji Xingjue looked at the increasingly heavy snow outside the window, gave up the idea of ​​jumping out of the window and escaped casually. He took a shirt and took it to the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, Ji Xingjue seemed to hear footsteps, and suspected that he heard it wrong.

The mother and son reunited after a long absence, so they should talk until midnight, right?

The moment he opened the door, Ji Xingjue knew he was wrong again.

Qi Qing's hand was also frozen on the doorknob.

He didn't expect that when he came back, what he saw was Ji Xingjue's naked legs and wearing only a shirt.

It's probably his clothes.

His gaze is like a hook, sweeping over Ji Xingjue's body inch by inch. Whether it is the two slender straight legs or the faintly exposed small chest, they are all delicate and white as jade under the light, making people possessive and want to Wanton touch, leave marks.

He took a deep breath, and his voice almost split when he spoke: "...what are you doing in my clothes!"

It's not true to retract it, it's not true to go out, it's not true to take it off, Ji Xingjue decided to calmly face the reality: "I can't be naked, can I?"

It won't get dirty after wearing it overnight, and you can throw it away even if you don't like it. There are so many clothes, why can't you even give him a piece of clothing to wear.

Qi Qing restrained and moved her gaze up like a gentleman, staring at the face that was accentuated by the red mole at the corner of her eye, she turned her head away as if she was stabbed, and said a few words through her teeth: "Put on your trousers first." .”

"It's long, and it's easy to trip." Ji Xingjue explained, looking at Qi Qing's head and unwilling to look back, he sighed secretly.

Unexpectedly, Qi Qing hated him, already loathing him to such an extent that she couldn't even look at him more.

He took out another pair of trousers from the closet and put them on. The sleeves and trouser legs were long, and he had to roll them all up.

Hearing his rustling, probably put on clothes, Qi Qing calmed down her beating heart, closed her eyes to erase some inappropriate thoughts, and then looked at the past again.

Ji Xingjue is tall and has long legs, not because of his thin body, but because of his thin body and devoted himself to research at his desk all the year round, he has a sort of bookish air about him, and at first glance he looks weak.

But he was wearing clothes that were obviously two sizes too big, and his whole body was made a lot smaller. He was trying to roll up the sleeves of the silk shirt with his head down, looking extraordinarily cute and harmless.

It is easy to deceive people.

Qi Qing remembered a certain planet he had been to.

There is a creature on that planet, just like the rabbits raised by the nobles on Ankara, it is white and soft, cute and innocent, lying obediently on the grass, licking the wet tip of its nose to eat grass.

But its strength is astonishingly large, and it can instantly tear apart the approaching prey.

what a pity.

If only you were that well-behaved.

Thinking about it, Qi Qing walked over, lowered her eyes, reached out to button up the sleeves that Ji Xingjue had clumsily fiddled with for a while, then half knelt down to roll up his trouser legs.

Ji Xingjue seemed to be back in the tailor shop a few days ago, feeling uncomfortable: "I'll do this myself..."

"Ji Xingjue." Qi Qing interrupted him.

Ji Xingjue had a bad feeling.

He stopped talking, looking at Qi Qing's neatly trimmed short hair.

"Half a year ago, you left the imperial capital." Qi Qing calmly raised her head and met his gaze, "Where did you go?"

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