Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Heavy snow covered the two of them, and the time was stretched infinitely, and every second and second magnified his emotions. Lu Yichao tightened his arms, his heart was restless, and the snow on his shoulders fell with his movements.

He hadn't heard Qi Yanqing's voice for a long time.

Boss Lu's voice seemed like a lifetime ago, he closed his eyes and thought... He didn't fall off the cliff, he wasn't injured, maybe Qi Yanqing was still sleeping in his arms when he opened his eyes again.

They could say good morning, and then he made breakfast for Qi Yanqing and urged him to get up.

This person is his, and he can hold it however he wants.

The snow fell more and more heavily, Qi Yanqing looked in the direction they came from, the lights were still on in the yard, and a small halo was illuminated, the four rows of footprints on the ground were covered by snow, and they could no longer be seen clearly.

In fact, no matter what it is, it will eventually disappear.

People are like this, and so are feelings.

"Lu Yichao, aren't you cold?" Qi Yanqing said.

Lu Yichao lowered his hand and held his hand hanging by his side, it was very cold.

"...Qi Yanqing." He wrapped Qi Yanqing's hand in his palm.

"I'm very cold." Qi Yanqing said indifferently.

Lu Yichao gave him a hug, then held his hand tightly and led him home.

He walked in front of Qi Yanqing, as if he didn't dare to look back.

Qi Yanqing looked down at Lu Yichao's hand, his fingers were strong, the joints were well-proportioned, dry and warm with thin calluses.

It was the same that day, Lu Yichao rushed over to grab his hand, seemed to be crying, and also seemed to be in a hurry.

But what's the point? Let's talk about the person who let go first, what qualifications do you have before turning back.

He was clearly prepared that day, and he thought he was not afraid of anything.

He was wearing thick and hard armor, and Lu Yichao could still use a blunt knife covered with rust to stab at the place where he was most afraid of pain, and the blade was sharp.

Probably because he felt that he was not afraid of pain and never hesitated to strike.

Qi Yanqing lowered his eyelashes halfway, laughed lightly, and the next moment his wrist was clenched even harder.

Back in the yard, Qi Yanqing looked at the small vegetable field next to him, fearing that the snow would affect the seedlings, so a simple greenhouse was built here to keep the seedlings warm.

"It will bear fruit next spring." Lu Yichao said.

"It's not my grandfather who planted the fruit." Qi Yanqing entered the room without looking back.

Lu Yichao immediately stepped up to follow.

"Meow." As soon as the door was opened, Hua Diao jumped onto Qi Yanqing, flicking his big black tail.

"Son, I miss my father." Qi Yanqing laughed, shaking the weight of the flower carving, "I've become a big fat boy."

"Meow." Hua Diao turned over to reveal his stomach, rubbed against Qi Yanqing's arms twice, and there was a snoring sound from his stomach.

Qi Yanqing hugged it and sat on the sofa, put the hat and scarf aside, took off the down jacket, and was still wearing pajamas inside.

There was a clanging sound from the kitchen.

When Lu Yichao came out, he handed him a cup of ginger soup.

Qi Yanqing took a sip, the sweetness was moderate, and as he put his fingers on the cup, his body gradually warmed up.

Seeing him drink ginger soup, Lu Yichao breathed a sigh of relief, and said while taking off his clothes, "Do you want to eat? Eating noodles so late won't hurt your stomach."

"No need, I'm not hungry." Qi Yanqing drank ginger soup slowly, "Do you have a car?"

"Car? Yes, outside..."

"Then you can go when the snow stops tomorrow."

Lu Yichao pulled his clothes halfway to a sudden stop, he swallowed hard, and heard the sound of the glass being placed on the coffee table.

Qi Yanqing got up and went upstairs to sleep.

Lu Yichao suddenly turned around and approached Qi Yanqing forcefully, strode over, and hugged him eagerly from behind, the strength was so great that Qi Yanqing was rushed forward and staggered a few steps.

Lu Yichao hugged his waist, his voice was hoarse, "I won't go."

"Let go." Qi Yanqing frowned, his tone became colder, "There's no need for tomorrow, you get out now..."

"Don't let go!" Lu Yichao growled depressively, tightening his arms around his waist even tighter, "I said I won't go! Why do you let me go! I won't go!"

Qi Yanqing leaned against his arms, and could feel his rapid breathing and trembling arms.

Lu Yichao buried his head in his neck, his voice was muffled, incoherent and flustered, "I explain, I can explain, the rescue team and I..."

"I remember everything." Qi Yanqing interrupted him neatly, "I still remember the events of the past few months. I have heard every word you said, and I have heard your explanation once."

Lu Yichao hugged him tightly, his heart kept accelerating, beating fast and fast.

Qi Yanqing rubbed the center of his brows, and messy memories flashed in his mind like fragments.

"You should be thankful that I'm sick, otherwise I wouldn't even listen to these things."

Lu Yichao took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, he was horribly hoarse, "I didn't save you, I was ready to pull you, I wanted to make you feel bad, I wanted to stimulate you, I thought about making you cry Let you know the pain, I'm an asshole! I... But I really, never thought about not saving you."

Every word in it was soaked in the bloody memory of the past, and it was extremely difficult for him to say it.

At that time, Qi Yanqing's hand slipped down bit by bit, and despair surged out to overwhelm him. He took a few breaths, his eyes were hot, and he said with difficulty: "I didn't expect that you would let go..."

"Aren't you the one who let go first?" Qi Yanqing lowered his head, speaking more and more slowly, every word was very clear, "I held your hand tightly, how many times have you let go?"

Qi Yanqing chuckled, "Didn't you want it in the first place?"

"No! I don't!" Lu Yichao's eyes turned red, "I don't want it, I want it, I always want it."

Qi Yanqing sneered, raised his eyes and looked at him steadily, "If you want it, you want it, who do you think you are."

"You said that you didn't choose me when you kidnapped me, but when you deliberately embarrassed me, did you ever think that maybe I was really waiting for you, and I was a little scared."

Lu Yichao suppressed his crying, and still couldn't hide the occasional choked breath, "Qi Yanqing, I..."

Qi Yanqing closed his eyes, "You know what I'm most afraid of, and you can just say it out. The result doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter who you choose. The important thing is that you really don't worry about me, and you still hate me."

"I'm the bastard, I was wrong!" Lu Yichao turned his body, his deep black eyes were very disturbed, "There will be no next time, I won't do this again!"

Qi Yanqing looked at his face, "Lu Yichao, don't you understand, I don't want you now."

Lu Yichao's breathing stopped suddenly, his lips moved a few times but no sound came out.

He was getting more and more flustered, looking at Qi Yanqing's indifferent expression, he just felt scared, the tender years of these few months were gone.

This is Qi Yanqing, who says what he says.

"I..." Lu Yichao's chest heaved violently, "Qi Yanqing, I, I have always..."

Qi Yanqing felt very tired and his head was heavy, "I've said everything that needs to be said clearly. Whether you listen or not is up to you. I don't want to see you again after tomorrow morning... Ugh!"

Lu Yichao lowered his head to cover his mouth, the two pushed and fell all the way to the wall, Lu Yichao controlled his hands and kissed hard.

The brandy pheromone overflowed uncontrollably, he missed Qi Yanqing so much, his glands were only at Qi Yanqing's mercy for a long time.

Qi Yanqing had no strength, and the red rose pheromone was gradually drawn out.

Lu Yizhao was breathing heavily, he bit Qi Yanqing's lower lip hard, "Qi Yanqing, I will not let you go!"

After saying this, he turned around and galloped away, and the door of the house was slammed shut.

Leaving Qi Yanqing leaning against the wall alone to breathe, he wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and looked at Lu Yichao who left inexplicably.

Hua Diao had already been squeezed and jumped to the ground, circling around Qi Yanqing's feet.

Qi Yanqing wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, supported the wall and went upstairs slowly, pressing the slightly hot glands, what is all this...

Many people came early the next morning.

Tan Lu first gave Qi Yanqing a basic examination, and frowned after seeing the results, "The data is too high, and the hormone level is not right. Did you release the pheromone last night? Do you feel in heat?"

Qi Yanqing was eating breakfast, coughed a few times, "No."

Tan Wang: "It is said that it is still in the recovery period, and it is impossible to go into heat after taking medicine."

"Brother, is there really nothing wrong?" Qi Chuxing hugged him, looking pitiful with red eyes.

There was another one who was even more pitiful, Zhou Jian cried even more, with tears and snot streaming down his nose, Qi Yanqing declined his hug for the third time.

"Qi Yanqing, you are too cruel, what's wrong with hugging me! I worry every day that you won't be able to eat the food you worry about, and the skin you look for is peeling off, and now you think I have a runny nose... Fuck me, fuck me Woohoo."

Qi Yanqing made him cry until his head hurt, "Don't cry, you will cry to death even if you are alive."

Zhou Jian stomped her feet vigorously, "Can you fucking say something auspicious! Bah bah bah bah! Spit! Spit for me!"

Qi Yanqing: "Bah, bah, bah."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Zhou Jian was crying to death.

Qi Yanqing sighed, hugged and patted the backs of the two of them, smiled, his empty eyes were now bright and moving, "I made you worry, I'm fine now."

When Zhou Jian finally calmed down, he and Qi Chuxing were like two rabbits, staring at him without blinking.

As soon as Qi Yanqing stretched out his hand, the two spoke in unison.

"what?"

"Brother, let me help you."

Qi Yanqing took an apple and ate it, "Are you both okay?"

Then I started eating apples and looking for my phone on the sofa.

Qi Chuxing bit her lower lip, "Brother Zhou Jian, I'm not dreaming."

"Little Chuxing, isn't brother dreaming? Just pinch brother."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zhou Jian twitched.

Qi Yanqing let go and pushed him away, "Go aside, don't get nervous."

Zhou Jian covered her eyes, "Damn it... I know you can scold me a few more times, hurry up!"

Tan Hua took the needle, "You two have nothing to do, go and call Lu Yichao back, use his pheromone, why run away."

"I'm not going! Eye-catching, disgusting, bah!" Zhou Jian took the lead, and his emotions continued to be excited today.

Qi Chuxing turned the wheelchair to call, but was held back by Tan Huang.

"Don't go, the yard is full of snow and the wheels will slip."

Zhou Jian stood up reluctantly, "Your wheelchair is too dangerous, I'd better call that unlucky thing, I don't want to see him again now, vomit."

Lu Yichao hasn't come in since he left last night, and hasn't gone far, just sitting in the small gazebo in the yard.

Zhou Jian: "The one surnamed Lu, come in."

Lu Yichao was expressionless, hiding his emotions in his deep black eyes.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Qi Yanqing say in disdain: "I said it's dead, it's dead, it's annoying or not."?