The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

This day, Qi Jiu and Yan Shiqing slept together.

The canopy bed was a bit cramped for two developing teenagers, but Yan Shiqing slept very peacefully, hardly even turning over.

Qi Jiu was a little reluctant to go to bed, and slept until midnight in a daze. When he turned around, he found Yan Shiqing staring at him.

With bright eyes and moonlight in his mouth, he carefully followed Qi Jiu's eyebrows and eyes with his eyes.

Qi Jiu was startled by him, and a little embarrassed, shrunk half of his face under the quilt: "What's wrong?"

Yan Shiqing lowered his eyes without saying a word, his slender eyelashes drooping, showing a different obedience from the past.

"Let me know if you feel unwell." Qi Jiu said, "I'll get you medicine."

Yan Shiqing's physical condition was indeed not good, his head was dizzy, his throat seemed to be torn, and even breathing felt like a kind of torture.

But he didn't want Qi Jiu to leave. There was only a small gap between the two of them on the 1.2-meter-wide bed, and Qi Jiu's heat would come from that side continuously.

Yan Shiqing thought that this might be the closest distance he could keep with Qi Jiu.

But the next moment, Qi Jiu moved his body closer to him.

The distance between the two is close to a certain extent, and the inconsistent heartbeats will resonate at a certain moment.

"What's wrong with you recently? How could you have such a serious illness." The small squad leader's body temperature was higher than normal, and his whole body was warm and soft.

Qi Jiu seemed to predict that Yan Shiqing would not answer, so he continued on his own, leaving only his soft and soothing voice in the room.

"Don't tell me that you have such a severe fever, what if something happens, you... If you have no one in your family, you can rely on your friends a little bit."

Qi Jiu sounded a little aggrieved, and it took him a while to continue: "Zhou Zhou said you didn't consider him a friend, but I called him, and he came over right away."

Yan Shiqing actually doesn't have the concept of friends, his understanding of interpersonal relationships is so weak that there are almost no important people left except himself.

But he remembered that Qi Jiu said that he should say thank you when he accepted others' kindness.

His throat was dry, and before he could speak, Qi Jiu had already started another topic.

"Actually, I don't expect you to tell me everything." Qi Jiu frowned and then relaxed, carefully considering his words.

"That's... When you encounter difficulties, or problems that you can't solve by yourself, I think you can tell me."

He said: "If you keep everything to yourself and think about it alone, I... I will feel a little bit sad."

It took a long time for these words to spread from the ears to the nerve center, and Yan Shiqing's consciousness was still on the last topic.

Qi Jiu's hair fell to him along with the sag of the pillow, making the tip of his nose itchy, making every breath of his hair carry the scent of grapefruit blossoms in his hair.

Yan Shiqing couldn't tell what his feelings for Qi Jiu were. He and Qi Jiu lay on the same bed, so close that they could count each other's eyelashes, and kept breathing carefully, as if this could calm his chaotic heartbeat.

He felt that something was wrong, and made an analogy with Zhou Qingxian, thinking that his thoughts on Qi Jiu were definitely not a normal friendship.

Yan Shiqing began to feel cramped again, his heart seemed to be devoured by tens of thousands of ants, until Qi Jiu's words "sad" came to his ears.

He came back to his senses suddenly, nodding almost reflexively.

Yan Shiqing didn't even fully understand this passage, so he hurriedly replied with a breath.

I don't know if Qi Jiu heard it or not.

The next day, Qi Jiu didn't let Yan Shiqing go to school, and settled him down carefully, before leaving, he was still babbling:

"I will ask the teacher for leave for you. I put the medicine on the table, and the water is next to it. Remember to take it when you wake up... If you fall asleep and feel cold, please contact me or Zhou Zhou and let him call Someone bring some more quilts over."

He finally stood at the door and added: "If you feel unwell again, you must tell me."

Yan Shiqing remained motionless, watching Qi Jiu gently close the door, and the external light source was slowly cut off.

Yan Shiqing closed his eyes.

He didn't dream this time, the drowsiness caused by the drug finally accumulated at this time, he was awakened by the knock on the door.

Yan Shiqing didn't know how long he had slept, and thought that Qi Jiu forgot something, or that Qi Jiu came back after school because he was worried.

He opened the door with a little hope, and saw a tall man standing in front of the door.

It is a bit inappropriate to say tall, it should be more appropriate to use thin and strong. He is wearing sunglasses and a floral shirt, but he has a sense of deterrence unexpectedly.

Yan Shiqing realized almost immediately that this is a very powerful alpha.

His hand holding the door frame suddenly tightened, trying to stop the man outside, but the man took a step faster and had already held the door to prevent him from moving.

"Ah, little classmate, don't be so rude." The man pushed his glasses on his head, "Uncle came all the way to see you."

There was a scar on his right eye, he looked fierce, but he smiled at Yan Shiqing: "I'm Sun Yong."

"You probably haven't heard of this name. They usually call me Brother Sun."

Yan Shiqing shuddered, remembering that was what Hongmao and Jiguan called him back then.

Sun Yong stretched his head and looked into the room: "Your classmate is not there, I came here at a good time, I wanted to go in and sit and chat with you, but you seem very reluctant, so let's talk at the door .”

With such a long list of contents, Yan Shiqing only heard the first sentence.

He trembled uncontrollably, gritted his teeth and asked, "How do you know that my classmate—"

"Oh, you mean Qi Jiu?" Sun Yong interrupted him meaninglessly, and said with a smile, "Of course I know, Qi Jiu, Zhou Qingxian and Liuhe, I have investigated all of these."

"I also know what you did." He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Shiqing, "Including the thing about you plotting against my two younger brothers."

Yan Shiqing tensed his back suddenly, made a full defensive posture, and watched his every move vigilantly.

"Ah, don't be nervous, I think you've done a good job." Sun Yong waved his hand at him, "They were cleared out by my subordinates very early on, and it's annoying to always use my name to play tricks."

He looked to be in his forties, but it sounded weird when he said this with the naive feeling of a child getting angry at being robbed of a toy.

"It's not as good as you." He said, taking a deep look at Yan Shiqing, "I only gave them the task of finding your uncle, but in the end they only found you, and they only used violence. Methods."

Yan Shiqing spent a long time digesting this sentence, connecting all kinds of incidents together, and suddenly there was a buzz in his mind.

He raised his head and stared at Sun Yong's eyes: "...Did you make Liuhe unemployed?"

He felt a little ringing in his ears: "He was fine before he met me, why did he lose two jobs at the same time by such a coincidence."

"Did you go to school to report him, and then send someone to check his Internet cafe?"

"Xiao Mu is not stupid enough to provoke the local hooligans. Why did she steal it from the bastard? Did you set it up?" He was asking a question, but his tone was not as if he was waiting for Sun Yong's answer.

"Did you tell them why she was discovered?"

Sun Yong smiled and said nothing, and it took him a long time to applaud him: "I just said it, you are much better than them."

There was a fishy smell in Yan Shiqing's mouth, and white dots appeared in front of his eyes, and the anger rising from the soles of his feet made him uncontrollably stretch out his fist at Sun Yong.

Sun Yong moved away, and at the same time raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Don't get excited, I'm not here to settle old scores."

Yan Shiqing panted heavily, staring at Sun Yong fiercely, his knuckles turning white.

"I'm a very principled uncle, and I usually don't attack minors." Sun Yong squinted hypocritically and smiled, changing his wording, "I won't directly attack minors."

Yan Shiqing's back stiffened.

"I don't like to follow the principle of repaying debts from father to son, so this trip is just to know your uncle's whereabouts."

"You must know where he is." His pupils were very light, and he stared at Yan Shiqing like a snake. "As long as you tell me, I won't do anything more to the people around you."

"Your friend... It doesn't matter if I call them that? Those two pampered young masters probably haven't experienced any big storms. I don't know if they can experience such a level of blows."

Yan Shiqing's face suddenly turned pale, and beads of accumulated sweat slid from the corners of his forehead, making him look weak and powerless.

"Look, isn't threat much more powerful than violence?" Sun Yong looked at Yan Shiqing's expression and nodded, with some pride in his tone. I'm really good at this kind of thing."

"You can come to me if you need it. Students have a discount." He took out a decent business card from his bag, and curved his lips to joke at Yan Shiqing.

"I will give you enough time, please decide before the end of the college entrance examination whether you want to contact me or not."

He put his sunglasses on again, and before he left, he thought of something and pointed to the bucket at the door of Yan Shiqing: "I saw that the water was full, so I poured it out for you."

"Do you understand my joke?" Sun Yong gave him a wink, "I just poured dirty water on it."

Yan Shiqing couldn't smile, his teeth were about to bite the inside of his mouth to bleed.

Sun Yong waited for a long time without getting a response, and left whistling with his hands behind his back, muttering to buffer his embarrassment: "The young people these days are not fun at all."

Yan Shiqing ignored it, only staring at the mud accumulated in the bucket for a long time.

After a long time, there was a ding-dong sound from the phone, and Qi Jiu asked him if he was feeling better and if he needed to come see him again.

Yan Shiqing couldn't exert his strength, and the message unexpectedly slipped several times before he poked it open.

His fingertips were trembling, his dizziness persisted, and he had to lean against the door to stand.

Every word that Qi Jiu said last night was magnified, and Yan Shiqing remembered what expression and soft voice he used to say those contents.

His fingers rested on the keyboard, the knuckles seemed to be rusted, and he pressed hard every time.

Yan Shiqing replied: No need.