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

Qi Jiu blinked slowly, momentarily at a loss for words.

A drop of sweat slipped through the glands, rolled across the spinal groove, and stroked deep into the waist and abdomen. Only then did Qi Jiu realize that his muscles were a little stiff.

Contrary to his limbs, his heart was unbelievably active, almost jumping out of his chest.

The setting sun gradually moved towards the top of the mountain, and the last blush remained on Qi Jiu's cheeks.

He was a little at a loss, clenched his fists anxiously, not allowing Yan Shiqing to pinch him again, and said slowly: "...you say it again."

Yan Shiqing looked at him straight, summarized seriously, and briefly expressed his meaning: "I like you."

Qi Jiu: ...

He opened his lips slightly, originally he was looking up at Yan Shiqing and Yan Shiqing was looking at each other, but after hearing this sentence, his eyes slipped to the side inadvertently, and he rubbed the tips of his ears a little bit to hide it.

He rubbed the reddish areas all over his body, as if to hide a little shyness.

From the earlobes, to the temples, cheekbones, the tip of the nose, and finally to the chest, I took a deep breath.

Yan Shiqing watched his movements patiently and asked him what's wrong.

Qi Jiu looked sideways, staring at the wobbly plantain plant in the corner, and said in a dull voice, "...I was wondering if my heart was fluttering just now."

Yan Shiqing waited for another five seconds, and when he couldn't hold back anymore, he asked, "Have you thought about it?"

So Qi Jiu turned back to look at him, showing a helpless smile, using his index finger and thumb to measure the distance of one centimeter: "A little bit."

Yan Shiqing put his face on the ground with a serious face, pushed away from the gap between Qi Jiu's fingertips, and forcibly enlarged the centimeter to one decimeter, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Qi Jiu thought he was funny, and was too lazy to reason with him.

He withdrew his hand, straightened the corner of his clothes, and looked at the way he came and went: "Go back."

They were supposed to go back to the villa, but Qi Jiu was worried that Yan Shiqing would be hungry, so he made some food at the rental house.

Zhou Qing sent a lot of food first, and Qi Jiu was a little jealous of carbohydrates after eight o'clock, so he fried two steaks.

The frozen water vapor sizzled on the pan, the beef produced a Maillard reaction at high temperature, and the attractive brown juice rolled to the side of the pan. The smoke and fire will always bring gentleness to the world.

The kitchen was very small, Qi Jiu had no place to help Yan Shiqing, so he leaned against the door frame and looked at him quietly.

His gaze was like a net, covering every part of Qi Jiu's skin, and the atmosphere was so quiet that it was a bit ambiguous.

The bitter tea floated around, Qi Jiu was already a little nervous, but he felt even more dizzy surrounded by the other party's pheromones.

Without telling Yan Shiqing, he took out the tranquilizer from his pocket, shook out two pills, chewed them up and swallowed them.

Yan Shiqing's eyes changed in an instant, his face was like sinking water, and his ears stood up vigilantly.

He pursed his lips and asked for a long time, "Do I have to eat it?"

Holding the spatula, Qi Jiu didn't dare to turn to look at him, but replied honestly: "If you don't eat, your head will hurt."

He touched the bottle with the tip of his index finger, heard the rustling of the medicine inside, and said softly: "With such a high degree of compatibility, washing the glands once is not enough."

The cleaning of the glands is far more cumbersome and painful than injections. Lasers are used to forcibly crush the fused flesh and blood, and artificial pheromones are injected to replace the originally marked positions.

The artificial pheromone is far from reaching a degree of fit of more than 90%. It cannot squeeze Yan Shiqing, so it can only win by quantity.

The glands are eroded by the continuous injection of large quantities of industrial products, fighting against the original pheromones until they disappear completely.

Every cleaning is a piercing pain, and the operation process will be deeper and longer each time.

Qi Jiu lay down for two days after washing for the first time, his body was burning like fire, the sheets were soaked in sweat, and he felt like he was melting.

And when he came into contact with Yan Shiqing again, the implanted artificial pheromone was acting like a demon again, repelling all the smell of bitter tea, clamoring to occupy the gland.

It hurts so much, it feels like my body is about to be torn in two, one half is resisting, the other half is fascinated.

These contents should not have been known to Yan Shiqing, but Qi Jiu thought about it for the past three days and felt that it was unfair.

It's not fair to Yan Shiqing, and it's not fair to himself.

In addition, the other party insisted on hearing all the details, so Qi Jiu took this opportunity to tell him bit by bit.

He pushed the beef at the bottom of the pot in a disorganized manner, and it was difficult to continue the topic in the middle of the talk.

Seeing Yan Shiqing's serious expression, Qi Jiu changed his words: "Sometimes it hurts, but sometimes I sleep well because of your smell."

He paused for a while, then smiled helplessly: "This is the most annoying place."

"Part of me is rejecting you, and part of me is obsessed with you."

After this sentence was finished, neither of them took the initiative to speak again.

Just now all the good things were wiped out, the beef hadn't been fried yet, but Qi Jiu seemed to have tasted the bitterness.

He didn't dare to turn his head to look at Yan Shiqing, but he could feel the other's viscous eyes on him all the time.

Whether it's pity, pity or guilt, Qi Jiu has no intention and ability to distinguish.

His nerves, which had been a little slack before, tensed up again. From the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Shiqing swaying slightly, and then left the kitchen.

He must be angry, Qi Jiu thought sadly.

He sighed silently, procrastinating for time in the kitchen and not wanting to go out to face the reality. He waited until the steak was fully cooked before he had to lift his spirits and go out slowly with a plate.

He went out only to find that Yan Shiqing was tinkering with his medicine, and there was still a small glass of water on the coffee table beside him.

The other party found the tranquilizer from the medicine box, poured out a pill and swallowed it neatly, his brows furrowed slightly due to the bitter taste, and then quickly relaxed.

When Qi Jiu saw his movements, he didn't feel guilty, he just ordered the glass of water: "Drink it."

Qi Jiu: "...?"

"Sugar water." Yan Shiqing said, "Take it with medicine, will it be less bitter?"

Qi Jiu was at a loss.

The sugar water is freshly made, and there are still unmelted sugar crystals at the bottom of the cup, and the heat slowly rises, making the walls of the cup misty.

This is completely a remedy for the dead. Qi Jiu knows this truth, so he is very hesitant.

But he observed that Yan Shiqing still had a stern expression, so he silently picked up the cup.

The sugar water came too late, the bitterness of the medicine had already dissipated, and it didn't have any effect on relieving the bitterness. What remained in the stomach was only the warm sweetness.

It was so sweet that the liquid above body temperature passed over the internal organs, making the heart feel hot.

Qi Jiu was a little uncomfortable, licked the center of his lips, and quietly looked at Yan Shiqing, not expecting to meet Yan Shiqing just now.

He supervised Qi Jiu to finish drinking, and said in a flat voice, "Stop taking medicine secretly."

His tone was a little stiff, but his movements were very gentle. He took a tissue and wiped off the sugar stains from the corners of Qi Jiu's mouth: "I don't like drinking sugar water, there will be sugar in the future."

Qi Jiu was tormented by him so much that he wanted to hide, but unfortunately he was being manipulated to death, so he could only blink his eyes and explain: "Actually, I..."

He grabbed Yan Shiqing's cuff, glanced at Yan Shiqing's expressionless face, thought about it, and said dryly: "Actually, this is just a choice I made. I gritted my teeth and passed, so you don't have to think ..."

Yan Shiqing half-raised his eyelids to look at him, and Qi Jiu swallowed the last part of his words.

He shrank his neck embarrassingly, and just as he dodged his eyes, he felt a flick on his forehead the next moment.

Yan Shiqing's complexion was dark and his eyes were cold. In a short period of time, he thought of no less than ten ways to be fierce and Qi Jiu, so that he could permanently delete these unreasonable thoughts from his brain.

But when his eyes really touched Qi Jiu, his heart was extremely soft.

Qi Jiu was not far away from him, grabbing Yan Shiqing's sleeve and refusing to let go, not sure if he was afraid that he would get angry or something, like a little hamster.

The ends of his eyes were red, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his back was stiff, and there were signs of tension everywhere.

Besides, he would pretend to casually look at Yan Shiqing's expression from the corner of his eye every three or two seconds, thinking that he was well disguised.

Yan Shiqing remained calm, but he couldn't stop thinking in his heart, how could he be willing to do so.

So in the end, he just raised his hand to mess up Qi Jiu's hair, in order to drive away the other party's messy thoughts.

"Like you used to sleep on the balcony." He watched Qi Jiu quietly, without much emotion on his face, except for his voice, which was helpless.

"I will love you for the things you think you can get over by gritting your teeth."