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

Yan Shiqing was jealous.

It is beyond imagination that the thing that he has been dreaming of can be easily obtained by others.

Jealousy turned into black blood, rushing to all limbs and bones, and the inflated selfish gene swallowed reason, and was about to crush the heart.

This feeling was so unfriendly that it drove him crazy.

Yan Shiqing has no addiction to cigarettes, and hasn't touched one since he finished playing a certain role three years ago, but now he suddenly wants to smoke.

The director was quite satisfied with Qi Jiu, and only blocked him twice. Yan Shiqing watched him act until the last moment, and lowered his hand to hook the cigarette case in Liu Yaoliu's pocket.

"Why?" Liu Yaoliu raised her face and smiled awkwardly.

But she didn't stop her, and asked jokingly, "Aren't you waiting to talk to Xiao Jiu?"

Yan Shiqing remained expressionless, and glanced at her with eyebrows raised: "Don't tell him I've been here."

Liu Yaoliu shrugged, as if she didn't hear anything.

As always, Liu Yaoliu would not listen to him, and the pleasure all along was to go against Yan Shiqing.

When Qi Jiu finished work, she raised her chin in the direction where Yan Shiqing disappeared, and told him, "Your guy is here."

Qi Jiu was taken aback for a moment, feeling embarrassed by her words.

He pinched the bottle of water, pecked at it, and turned his face towards the director, listening to them check the camera for reshoots, but his eyes couldn't stop looking in the direction she pointed.

He was silent for a long time, so long that Liu Yaoliu could even bring up two topics again during this period, and then answered in a low voice: "Okay."

"...Ms. Qi, you can go there. I will come to you if you need to make up for the filming." Ye Rui looked at his distracted look and excused him with insight.

"I probably won't make it up." Liu Yaoliu always has a feeling of affection for him, which is completely inconsistent with Yan Shiqing's rebellious behavior just now, and compliments him in turn, "The director is quite satisfied with this scene, and I also think your performance is very good , don't worry, it's okay."

Qi Jiu blushed and smiled embarrassedly.

He first thanked her earnestly, and then made a special trip to get a bottle of frozen water, and then he dared to walk quickly in the direction Liu Yaoliu pointed.

This is the management area of ​​the film and television city, and only the staff would come here, and even at night, no one can be seen.

Qi Jiu was easy to find, and it was only 10 minutes later that he found Yan Shiqing at the corner of the stand near the lake.

But the other party didn't seem to be in a very good condition. His back blended with the night, and he looked extraordinarily lonely at night when the moon was not visible.

The tip of his tail was sticking out of his clothes, drooping down, pointing the tip to the ground, and he was very unhappy.

There was acrid smell of smoke in the air, Qi Jiu smoked the tip of his nose, hesitantly called: "...Yanyan?"

Yan Shiqing's figure paused a little, his usual cold and calmness was only left in the lake, and before he turned his head, he hurriedly pressed the cigarette butt into his palm.

Qi Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw the faint redness between Yan Shiqing's fingers, which just disappeared in the palm of his hand.

Qi Jiu's voice changed a little, and he walked towards him quickly: "What are you doing!"

As expected, there was no answer, and the choking smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of bitter tea diffused to him with the wind.

Yan Shiqing turned his face to look back at him, alienated and indifferent.

The water that the bottle brought to Yan Shiqing melted, and the cold liquid flowed through his fingertips, taking away Qi Jiu's body temperature.

He frowned more and more tightly, slowly stopped, and simply said: "Come here."

So Yan Shiqing moved closer to him.

He moved toward Qi Jiu without hesitation, but walked very slowly.

Surrounded by his silence at night, Yan Shiqing was cold and ruthless, he half-raised his eyelids and looked at Qi Jiu, and half-stretched his hand to pull him.

But Qi Jiu avoided it.

Yan Shiqing's heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat.

The tobacco seems to be burning in the lungs, and I want to cough and scream.

He finally became irritable, and his untamed emotions were exposed from his chest, fierce enough to eagerly grab him——

One second before he was about to violently implement his idea, Qi Jiu suddenly held his other hand.

"That hand of yours is injured." Qi Jiu explained in a very flat voice, "Don't hold it."

So all of Yan Shiqing's anger was extinguished by this light sentence.

There was still an unpleasant smell of tobacco in his hand, he didn't want Qi Jiu to get it, but he wanted Qi Jiu to hold him even more.

He is obedient to the point of shame, like a wolf in chains, or a puppy seeing its master come home.

Qi Jiu led him to the Garden Affairs Office, where there was only one security guard in the monitoring room. After Qi Jiu explained his purpose, he cooperatively found a medicine box for them.

Qi Jiu and Yan Shiqing were sitting opposite each other in the corner, rubbing the burn ointment on the burnt part of the cigarette bit by bit.

Yan Shiqing consciously hid, to avoid dirtying Qi Jiu with his wound.

Qi Jiu yelled at him: "Don't move."

He pouted, and looked very gentle even when he was angry, looking at the wound in Yan Shiqing's palm, he felt a headache for a long time.

"What are you thinking?" He raised his face and asked dryly, "Do you want to talk to me?"

Yan Shiqing didn't really think about it.

Qi Jiu is very skillful in helping others treat wounds, he should often do this kind of thing for others.

The wound was dirty, the soot still remained on the wound, and the pale yellow ointment was mixed with the blood.

Some of Yan Shiqing's bad thoughts were ten times uglier than this wound, and the blood flowed into the palm and overflowed from the scar.

Want to monopolize him.

Want to have only him, only I have him.

I think he is only good to me, only kisses me, hugs me, holds me, devours me, calls me by my name, only speaks to me——

Love me.

Yan Shiqing couldn't tell Qi Jiu.

He couldn't tell Qi Jiu that this was far beyond the 62% threshold, Qi Jiu wouldn't like it, Qi Jiu wouldn't accept it.

He looked away, hiding these thoughts in the shade of drooping eyelashes.

Qi Jiu saw that he was avoiding, so he stopped and slammed straight into Yan Shiqing's eyes.

The countdown pendulum was spinning, and he waited for Yan Shiqing's reply with limited patience.

His makeup hadn't been removed yet, and there were a few tufts of bangs covering his eyes. The makeup artist deepened the shadows around his jaw and eye sockets, making him look more sickly.

Yan Shiqing suddenly remembered that a teacher in his kindergarten was also very weak, and sometimes spoke softly and sometimes harshly, but when he thought of her, his more impression was that she was very gentle.

The sudden appearance of this memory made Yan Shiqing's manic thoughts falter a bit, and memories that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly came up——

He used to do bad things when he was a child, but after confessing and apologizing to the teacher, the teacher would still give him a candy.

His life experience is too barren. If he wants to find an experience that can be compared with the current situation, he has to go back to kindergarten to find it.

So Yan Shiqing found a sufficient reason, a reasonable excuse, which could prompt him to confess to Qi Jiu.

He raised his hand, inserted it between Qi Jiu's fingers, and interlocked with each other's fingers in a strange gesture.

He finally touched Qi Jiu, the mixture of blood and ointment stained Qi Jiu, and the relationship between the two became viscous.

The flesh and blood felt like burning pain when touched, but Yan Shiqing didn't even frown, his expression remained unchanged, and he considered his words.

"I was jealous at first," he said, thinking for a long time before finding the right adjective and going on.

"But after seeing you angry, it seems a little wronged."

The dense and sticky texture spread in the palm of the hand, and the smell of burn ointment was very greasy and unpleasant.

"Now I'm thinking, what method should I use to make you only belong to me." Yan Shiqing's voice was calm, but his hand held Qi Jiu more and more tightly.

His face was as deep as water, and he calmly said something that was completely inconsistent with his actions:

"In this way, even if you kill me, I won't be sad."

The rubbing of the paste on the skin makes an ambiguous sound, and they are closely connected.

If Yan Shiqing hadn't been too indifferent and his actions were too extreme, Qi Jiu would really have thought he was acting like a baby.

He stared straight at Yan Shiqing, his temples throbbed, and it took him a long time to let out a heavy breath.

Following the sound, Qi Jiu struggled to pull out his hand, his face still stiff, and reapplied the medicine angrily.

He made heavy movements this time, as if wanting Yan Shiqing to know his mistake, he purposely wrapped a tight bandage.

"Did I tell you during the susceptible period that you should cherish your body?" His tone was blunt, almost to the point of sternness, and he severely criticized Yan Shiqing.

"Don't you know the pain? Why do you always like to do some self-harm?"

He was so aggressive that he couldn't believe it and asked: "You are always like this, and you still think that I won't kill you?"

Yan Shiqing's heart skipped a beat.

The more he listened, the colder his heart became. Under Qi Jiu's reprimand, the first thought he had was:

His magic has failed, and Qi Jiu is terribly unhappy now.

The sharp sense of reality brought by the pain, Yan Shiqing's palms were hot, his heart was beating under the bandages, he half-raised his eyelids to look at the ground, and did not look at Qi Jiu.

He couldn't get up, feeling the swollen and throbbing wound under the bandage, and thought wearily:

Where's my sugar?

Regardless of his downfall, Qi Jiu followed Yan Shiqing and poured out the words he had hidden:

"Can you tell me something? If you are jealous, can you tell me? Don't do this kind of thing, okay?"

"Yan Shiqing!" He crossed his hips, frowning uncontrollably, and asked loudly, "Did you remember it?"

Yan Shiqing was suddenly called by his name, he straightened his back in surprise and bewilderment, and nodded hesitantly under Qi Jiu's dissatisfied gaze.

But Qi Jiu still seemed very unhappy, and still looked at him aggressively, as if he didn't trust him very much.

So Yan Shiqing tried to add some words to calm him down, so he pointed to his bandaged hand and said slowly: "I won't do it anymore."

Qi Jiu kept his akimbo, and then switched to crossing his arms, as if to test the authenticity of his words.

"I'll believe you for the last time." Qi Jiu said with a straight face.

His tone was still very aggressive, looking at Yan Shiqing who was not very interested, he continued fiercely: "Then, let's solve the problem of your jealousy now."

He and Yan Shiqing looked at each other silently, exaggerated movements to vent their emotions, and thought for a long time before puffing up their cheeks and asking:

"Going on a date?"