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"clothing."

The bathroom door opened a crack, and the neatly folded pajamas in his hands were grabbed in an instant.

The truth is hotter than imagined.

At least until now, Ye Cike hasn't said anything.

The more important reason was that he wasn't sure if his "truth" was the same as the "truth" Qiao Zhihuan wanted to hear.

The bathroom door opened suddenly, and a warm and humid wind rushed in.

Qiao Zhihuan put on his old shirt and stepped out under the ginger warm lamp. The legs exposed under the hem were slender and straight, and there were a few drops of water on the back of the thigh, falling down the smooth skin.

Qiao Zhihuan turned around and found that Ye Cike was still in the room: "Ms. Ye is still here, do you have something to say?"

The rich mist enveloped Qiao Zhihuan, the warm light from the bathroom danced on his eyelashes, Ye Cike pursed his lips, but couldn't say a word.

Qiao Zhihuan tilted her head, staring straight at him, her eyelashes blinking very slowly, as if she was carefully examining him.

At that moment, he felt that Qiao Zhihuan could penetrate all his thoughts.

The corners of Qiao Zhihuan's lips gradually stretched, with a clear smile: "Then, good night."

After finishing speaking, the smile on the corners of his lips slowly deepened, and then he turned around sharply. The moment he turned his head, the cold water drops from the tip of his hair hit his face, as if piercing through the skin into the blood, directly hitting the heart.

Ye Cike didn't dare to sleep in the bedroom. After setting the temperature of the air conditioner and the humidifier, he left a glass of water by the bed and went back to the living room to lie down on the sofa.

His heart was still beating violently, and the person who caused his palpitations was lying across the room, gently sinking into his mattress.

Doomed to sleepless nights tonight.

He couldn't sleep, but he was afraid of waking Qiao Zhihuan, so he took out his Kindle and began to read a desperate and heavy novel.

Frustrated and depleted of inspiration, Aschenbach bet all his hopes of creation on Venice. Unexpectedly, the beautiful and romantic Venice in his impression is damp and desolate, the boatman is ugly and fierce, and even the sky is gray and hazy. soul.

Venice brought him many unpleasant and depressive experiences. On the verge of collapse, Venice sent him a gift from God, Daqiu, who made people fascinated——

He suddenly took the Kindle away.

Qiao Zhihuan got up at some point and stood quietly in front of the sofa looking at him.

Ye Cike propped up his upper body slightly: "Did you sleep uncomfortably?"

Qiao Zhihuan's washed hair was very fluffy. He lowered his head, and the night seemed to flow on his exposed forearm. Every inch of his skin was flawless. It reminded Ye Cike of a sentence in the book: "He is simply a concrete Transformed beauty".

Qiao Zhihuan didn't answer, he raised his foot, and lightly touched Ye Cike's calf hidden in the soft blanket: "Lie inside."

With that touch, he didn't know where he touched the key point, and the blood in Ye Cike's whole body was ignited.

He moved hurriedly, and there was a room wide enough for one person on the small sea-blue sofa.

Before he realized Qiao Zhihuan's intentions, Qiao Zhihuan lifted the blanket that wrapped him up, and slipped into his arms with his eyes closed.

Qiao Zhihuan buried her face in the hollow of his shoulders, her posture was almost curled up, his mind went blank, and his brain was like an old machine, working extremely hard.

I don't know how long it had been running, before Ye Cike uttered a broken sentence: "Sleeping cold?"

Qiao Zhihuan snorted lightly in his arms.

"If you're afraid of waking up my roommate, then I sleep cold."

Ye Cike was wronged and didn't dare to answer.

Qiao Zhihuan asked him, "What are you looking at?"

"..."Death in Venice."

The Kindle in his hand is still emitting a faint light, and a dotted line is marked under a sentence in the book: "This is a sweet but risky road, or this is a wrong and sinful road, which is bound to lead people astray." [1]

“But we have to walk astray, we have to indulge, we have to be emotional adventurers.”[1]

Qiao Zhihuan's voice was almost raving: "Aschenbach is fascinated by Daqiu."

Ye Cike suddenly threw away the Kindle, and the protective case hit the ground with a crisp sound. He pulled Qiao Zhihuan's shoulders, and suddenly turned him over, looking down at him like a beast holding down its prey.

Qiao Zhihuan only put on a shirt, and the soft texture clearly outlined his thin shoulders. He did not avoid or dodge, and stared straight into his eyes, which could even be said to be stable.

Immediately afterwards, he smiled very lightly, and that smile instantly burned all reason. Ye Cike leaned over suddenly, and bit his rosy and soft lips.

The kiss was fierce, aggressive, almost biting.He wished he could vent all his emotions on the touch of water, and even wished that he was a fire that would burn the two of them clean.

In the frenzy of confusion, he could feel the people under him stretching their bodies in the almost suffocating long kiss, grabbing his back and trying their best to cater to his enthusiasm, this reaction made him throb even more, the kiss went deep, he He even felt that Qiao Zhihuan was like a sip of mellow spirits. He was in a trance after just one sip. All senses were occupied by the intense and sweet perception, and even his soul seemed to vibrate together.

He didn't remember how long the kiss lasted and how it gradually calmed down. He only remembered that in the end he deliberately bit his lip as if he wanted to make Qiao Zhihuan hurt, but Qiao Zhihuan hugged him and laughed, comforting him again. Kissing his forehead passionately.

Strange to say, when he met Qiao Zhihuan, he really didn't seem to have any tricks at all.

Years of restraint are just a display, and Qiao Zhihuan can easily find out his wanton disposition.

The unspeakable enthusiasm slammed into his body, Qiao Zhihuan just kissed him like water, he was like a beast that had been completely tamed, retracting his sharp claws, and only using the softest paw pads to touch him.

"Ye Cike." Qiao Zhihuan curled herself into his arms and said with a smile, "You don't attract me at all."

Ye Cike was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized that Qiao Zhihuan was still teasing him for "not telling the truth".

He wanted to fight back, but he couldn't bear to hurt Qiao Zhihuan's heart by speaking ironically, so he held back for a long time before he said, "Qiao Zhihuan is not gentle at all."

Who knows that Qiao Zhihuan's face suddenly darkened: "You say I'm not gentle?"

... This also includes fishing law enforcement.

Ye Cike suddenly panicked: "No, no, I didn't mean that."

Qiao Zhihuan laughed out loud at his appearance, and announced: "Because this judge is considerate, I will let you off this time."

After tossing and tossing for a long time, maybe he was really sleepy, Qiao Zhihuan curled up gently, and buried him in his chest very satisfied.

Large patches of skin overlapped, and the touch in his arms was even more palpitating. Ye Cike hugged Qiao Zhihuan, who was as pure as snow, like hugging a dream that should have been out of reach.

Ye Cike thought for a moment, and said frankly: "Actually, I didn't come to this show to make my debut, but for a special reason."

Qiao Zhi cheered happily: "What a coincidence, neither am I."

Ye Cike asked him: "What are you doing for?"

Qiao Zhihuan just smiled and didn't answer.

Ye Cike continued: "...Because of my purpose and plan, I knew that I would be targeted by the program crew, but I kept thinking that this matter has nothing to do with you, and I shouldn't implicate you."

"Is it related to your family?"

Ye Cike shook his head: "They used my mother's matter to blackmail me, but it has nothing to do with her in essence. She is innocent, and many people involved in it are innocent."

Qiao Zhihuan waited quietly for his next text.

He paused: "Forget it, go to bed first. This matter will be too complicated in a while, and it's too late today. I'll tell you in a minute."

The sofa is so small that two people's bodies have to be close together to barely sleep.

Qiao Zhihuan stepped on Ye Cike's instep mischievously, and felt that hugging him was like hugging the most comfortable and warm pillow. No matter what he faced the next day, he would be invincible.

Early the next morning, the profiteer came to the studio early.

Today is the last day before Yigong, and all stages will be rehearsed with full effects and make-up in turn.

When he arrived, Ye Cike had already arrived and was confirming the lighting setup with the lighting team.

Ye Cike hasn't done makeup yet. He is dressed casually and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He is not as stern as usual, but his gestures are somewhat gentle and refined.

Before the profiteer approached, Ye Cike suddenly raised his head and smiled at him: "Morning."

A profiteer is like being struck by lightning.

In the ten years of acquaintance, he has never seen such a kind Ye Cike.

"Scary."

Someone next to him bumped him with an elbow, and it was Little Fang: "It's too scary, and he laughed at me when I came! It made me think about what pissed him off recently."

Just as he was talking, Qiao Zhihuan walked over with a cup of chia nut yogurt.

His shirt was obviously not suitable, it was baggy, and the sleeves slightly covered his wrists. While looking at the tablet sideways, he scooped up a spoonful and handed it to Ye Cike.

Others may not know him, but a profiteer will recognize it at a glance. Qiao Zhihuan's outfits are all Ye Cike's clothes.

Ye Cike's eyes were still on the lighting installation diagram, he took the yogurt naturally with his head sideways, pointed to one of the sections and said, "It's better to hang this arc higher."

Profiteer: "...grass." The sour smell of love.

He was feeling sore in his heart, when he suddenly heard someone calling on the radio: "Qiao Zhihuan, please come to the director's team."

Qiao Zhihuan looked a little puzzled, put the yogurt into Ye Cike's hand, and immediately ran to the program group.

Within 10 minutes, Qiao Zhihuan returned.

There was a little sweat on his forehead from running, but his expression was still calm. After standing still, he only said four words: "The accompaniment is gone."

Ye Cike looked surprised: "What do you mean?"

Qiao Zhihuan didn't bother to explain. He spotted the profiteer at a glance, and immediately walked through the crowd, grabbing the profiteer's sleeve: "Our accompaniment, the accompaniment of the public stage, is saved in your computer, right?"

The profiteer looked at him blankly: "Yes, yes."

"Get it now!"

The profiteer didn't know why, but he vaguely felt that something serious had happened. He was about to go to the practice room in a panic, but his arm was suddenly clamped tightly by Qiao Zhihuan: "No, I'll go with you."

On the way, the profiteers understood the reason.

Not long ago, when the stage sound engineer was checking the sound settings and audio files for the last time, he suddenly found that an accompaniment was missing.

Before he left last night, he had confirmed that ten stages and ten accompaniments were arranged in 2*5, which was clear, but now, there is clearly one missing at the end of the second row.

It is "Awakening" adapted by Qiao Zhihuan's team.

The sound engineer immediately opened the recycle bin, confirmed that there were no files in it, and quickly searched for the encrypted USB flash drive for the accompaniment, but the USB flash drive was completely emptied!

The sound engineer was vaguely aware of the seriousness of the matter and immediately notified Chief Director Dang Rui.

Dang Rui didn't dare to delay, staring at the sound engineer to rummage again, after confirming that what he said was indeed true, he immediately called Qiao Zhihuan to tell the truth, and asked him if he had a backup of the accompaniment file.

"This must have been targeted." The profiteer said as he walked, "Is it Peng Qiang?"

Qiao Zhihuan: "Now is not the time to look for someone, the rehearsal is coming soon, what matters now is to find a solution first."

The profiteer's computer was locked in a cabinet in Qiao Zhihuan's practice room.

As soon as the door of the practice room was opened, Qiao Zhi's heart sank - the door of the profiteer's cabinet was actually open.

The two hurried forward, Qiao Zhihuan slammed the cabinet door open, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, nothing was lost, and the profiteer's pure black computer lay quietly in the cabinet.Qiao Zhihuan immediately took it out like a baby and put it on the table.

Turn it on, enter the password, and the moment the desktop opens, Qiao Zhihuan takes the mouse and quickly clicks on the folder where the arrangement project file is located.

The folder window pops up——

empty!

The profiteer took the mouse: "Don't panic. I expected this to happen. The folder is hidden."

He clicked the mouse to bring up all the hidden folders. Thousands of small folders were instantly displayed on the screen. There were at least hundreds of songs in them. Each song was arranged in a different version and placed in a different folder. A little annoyed——he didn't have the habit of sorting them into categories, so how could he find them now.

Qiao Zhihuan was methodical and quickly sorted by the creation time. After a while, the folders were quickly rearranged, and the profiteer was pleasantly surprised: "I'm so confused, it's okay!"

Qiao Zhihuan scrolled to the bottom and found several "Awakening" folders under "It's Your Star".

"It's Your Star" is the theme song of the show. After the haunted house, he took the students to learn the theme song, and the profiteer suddenly came up with a demo of the theme song. There were some discrepancies between the whole arrangement and the version played by the program group, but they were generally the same.

It stands to reason that the demo of the theme song should be top secret, and it will not appear in anyone's hands before it is announced. Qiao Zhihuan was a little suspicious at that time.

But now is not the time to delve into it, Qiao Zhihuan quickly double-clicked the last folder "Awakening".

The password input window pops up quickly.The profiteers are very cautious, even leaving a password for this step.

The profiteer turned his head, deliberately avoided the angle that the camera could see, covered it with his left hand, and entered a string of passwords.

The folder was opened, and Qiao Zhihuan sat up straight with concern.

I saw a blank inside, and the files had been deleted cleanly.

The folder was last modified at a quarter past six this morning.

The author has something to say: [1] From "Death in Venice"