Tear mole anchor

It was quite early for the two of them to finish their meal. It was around seven or eight o'clock, and the sky hadn't completely darkened yet. Wherever they could see, it was hazy, as if covered with a layer of mist and gray veil.

The field of vision is limited, but the heat accumulated throughout the day is gradually dissipating at this moment, the cool breeze is blowing, the shadows of the trees are shaking, and it is very comfortable.

The two walked slowly side by side, and occasionally they could touch each other's hands lightly while swinging. Qiao Yin's mood was agitated. Although his eyes were not squinting, his attention was actually focused on the touching hand, and his heart was itchy. I really want to check it out.

From the private restaurant to the place where they parked, it wasn't too long. Qiao Yin wandered several times, and when he reached the parking space, he still wanted to continue walking in a daze.

Zong Jin grabbed his wrist amusedly: "Where are you going?"

"Ah?" Qiao Yin stopped abruptly, his thoughts returned, and when he saw the car parked in front of him, he smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's here, I didn't pay attention to the front, and I didn't even know when I passed by."

Zong Jin opened the car door and asked casually, "What are you thinking so obsessed with?"

"No, it's nothing." Qiao Yin stammered a little, and obediently got on the co-pilot and sat down, looking like an obedient baby.

But he never lied. The more he acted deliberately, the more he had a ghost in his heart. The more Zong Jin suspected, he must have been thinking just now.

Zong Jin approached him, as if he wanted to enclose him in the back of the seat and the crook of his arms. Qiao Yin's body stiffened, his eyes dodged.

Zong Jin understood that the little thing was indeed hiding something from him, but he was still struggling to support him. He almost laughed out loud in his heart, and he was still calmly doing the act of helping him fasten his seat belt: "Why did you forget to fasten the seat belt again?" Belt? What are you thinking, how did you lose your mind?"

Qiao Yin blushed in embarrassment, but thought that he was Zong Jin's serious boyfriend now!When Xiao thinks about it, it doesn't seem to be a big deal, can it be called fun?

Before Zong Jin took back his movements and sat back in the driver's seat, he straightened his waist and raised his head to the hollow of Zong Jin's shoulder, and said weakly: "When I was walking just now, my hand kept touching yours. I want to hold you but dare not, so I'm struggling—"

Zong Jin heard himself gasp, warm breath and soft voice in his ears, and throbbing like a drum beating in his heart, someone really seduces someone without knowing it!

He almost subconsciously relaxed his body and indulged himself leaning over Qiao Yin's shoulder, the two of them crossed their necks and breathed lingeringly.

Zong Jin couldn't help but gently pecked on the slippery white and tender skin, and then tentatively bit it, feeling his body trembling slightly when he touched it, and his breathing became rapid.

He took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood, straightened up, looked at Qiao Yin with complex eyes for a while, sat back in the driver's seat, put on his seat belt, and did not drive in a hurry, but precisely held Qiao Yin's hand and squeezed it Pinch: "In the future, you can hold if you want, don't think about it all day long, and get entangled in this and that."

Qiao Yin shrank back in embarrassment at first, but suddenly his hand was held by a hand much bigger than him. After hearing this, his mood brightened instantly, and he shook Zong Jin: "Got it!"

"Tell me what you want to do. Is it possible that I will eat you?" Zong Jin pulled his hand back and pinched his face, and then he felt happy, "Do you want to continue shopping? Or send you back ?”

"Let's go back, I'm a little sleepy." The work and rest have been irregular these days, and he has slept a lot in tossing and turning. If it wasn't for the lack of food at home, he would probably still be asleep at home, and he didn't get enough sleep when he came out. Son felt peaceful and relaxed again, handed him the pillow, and he could sleep with his eyes closed.

Zong Jin had seen the blue-gray under his eyes a long time ago, felt a little distressed, and lowered his voice: "Well, then go back first, you squint for a while, and I will call you when I arrive."

Qiao Yin shook his head. This place is not far from his apartment. He was afraid that he would arrive soon after squinting. It would be uncomfortable to be woken up when he was sound asleep, so he might as well not squint: "It's okay, I'll chat with you for a while , sleep at home."

Zong Jin rubbed his hair, and the two of them were chatting, which really killed the boring time of driving.

I just talked about the fact that Zong Jin hadn’t broadcast live for nearly a week because of Qiao Yin, and the apartment building arrived. When Qiao Yin got off the car, he asked politely, "Want to go up and sit down?"

Although he really wanted him to go up in his heart, many people would not take the obvious polite words seriously.

Unexpectedly, Zong Jin readily agreed.

The apartment that Qiao Yin lives in is a very ordinary apartment complex. This community was built earlier, so there are generally fewer floors, each building has only six floors, and there is no elevator.

When I was going to participate in an offline event before, Zong Jin came here to pick him up. I still knew Lu, but I hadn’t been there at that time. Seriously, this was the first time to visit him, and he was still a new boyfriend. .

Qiao Yin lived on the third floor. As soon as he entered the corridor, the voice-activated light came on. It shone in the small corridor space, making it inexplicably warm.

The layout of the apartment here is that there are two doors facing each other on each floor. Qiao Yin lives on the right hand side of the third floor. It is said that the house on the left hand side has also been sold, but he has never met the owner, and the door is covered with dust.

On the contrary, the place where I live is tidy and clean, and there are red couplets pasted on the door.

Qiao Yin took out the key to open the door, touched the switch by the door and turned on the light, and Nuo Da's living room was immediately lit up. It was very clean and tidy, and there were not many things. It was a standard apartment for single young men who love cleanliness.

Qiao Yin took out two pairs of his own slippers from the shoe cabinet on the left, and handed one of them to Zong Jin: "I don't know what size you wear, I'll go to the supermarket to buy you two pairs next time, and put them away today. Just wear mine."

Except for Joe's mother and Joe's father, no one else has been to his apartment, so he has never prepared extra slippers. If not so close friends come, he will definitely let them enter with their shoes instead of looking for him. Slippers for them to wear.

But Zong Jin is different, he is willing to donate his slippers.

Quickly kicked off the shoes on his feet and put on indoor slippers, Qiao Yin greeted as he walked to the kitchen, "Just take a look, I'll pour you some water."

This apartment has a layout of three bedrooms and two living rooms, and it also has a rather large balcony. When Qiao Yin was decorating, he had someone make the balcony closed, and the living room was only separated from the living room by curtains. Inside is a small private space.

The overall height is about half a meter. It looks like a bed and a couch. There are mats, a few pillows, plush dolls, and a few paper online novels. It can be seen that Qiao Yin usually rests here.

Zong Jin picked up the novel and looked at the colorful cover and title, his hair was covered with black lines.

What about the cohabitation life of my monstrous highness and my roommate, the cover shows two men kissing and cuddling, he doesn't need to open the pages to read the contents, it must be a danmei novel.

Qiao Yin poured two glasses of water out, and saw Zong Jin holding the novel that he hadn't had time to pack, he was also very embarrassed.

He smiled embarrassingly and said, "Drink the water first, and I'll wash some fruit for you."

Then hurriedly hid back in the kitchen.

Zong Jin is funny, do you look like a jackal?He didn't say anything yet, just running so fast with oil on his feet, it really made people want to tease him more and more.

Putting the novel back where it was, he walked to the kitchen and leaned on the door frame to watch Qiao Yin work.

The slender figure lowered her head slightly, washing the fruit gently and earnestly. In this quiet night, the sound of splashing water was not only not harsh, but sounded inexplicably warm.

What Qiao Yin washed was the grapes they bought on the way when they just came back. The skin of the grapes is relatively light in color. According to the boss, it is a natural fruit and very sweet.

After he finished cleaning, he was about to go out with the fruit plate, when he turned around and saw Zong Jin standing behind him looking at him with a slight smile.

He conveniently took one and stuffed it into his mouth: "Why are you standing here? What's so interesting here?"

"You are here, you look good." Zong Jin praised generously.

"The mouth is so sweet." Qiao Yin glared at him, but the stare was not threatening, as if he was acting like a baby on purpose, "It must be useful to be so sweet-talking, right?"

"I'll think about how to answer." Zong Jin made a thoughtful look, then touched his chin and said, "It is said that the standard answer of a boyfriend should be, seeing you is self-taught, and I probably have this reason too. .”

As a seasoned fan of novels, how could Qiao Yin not know about this kind of love story in Internet texts, but he was still amused by his seriousness, and gave him the fruit plate in his hand: "Let's go, my dear." Love Sage Zongda, I will take you to visit other places."

It was said to be a visit, but in fact there was nothing to visit. Qiao Yin pushed open the door of the bedroom and let him take a look at it casually, and then focused on introducing his study.

After all, the bedroom is a very private place, and if he introduces it specially, people might think he has some thoughts.

But the study, entertainment and office are all here. You can actually learn a lot of useful content after visiting it, such as a person's interests and hobbies, as well as work status.

As soon as Qiao Yin entered the study, he went to the desk and opened the drawer, took out a photo frame stored inside, and carefully stood it on the desk.

Zong Jin followed and looked at it, and was suddenly taken aback.

Because the photo in this photo frame is not someone else's, it is his, and it is one of the photos he sent to Qiao Yin.

Qiao Yin didn't feel uncomfortable either, and explained generously: "Now I can finally show it openly, and I used to feel so guilty."

Zong Jin picked up the photo frame and looked at it: "Really like tear mole?"

"Well, I like it very much." Qiao Yin said.

"It's a pity that my tear mole is not real." Zong Jin said and put down the photo frame, and then said, "Maybe I can really get a tattoo and treat it as real. Anyway, fans think so, and you like it too."

Qiao Yin let out a cry and quickly stopped him, saying: "It's different, what does it matter if it's true or not? Although I like moles, I like you more now. It doesn't matter whether you have moles or not." , really, don't get tattoos!"

Fearing that Zong Jin would not let go of this idea, he said again: "It's actually pretty good now, you can spend it if you want it, and just don't paint if you don't want it. If you get a tattoo, it will be so troublesome to regret it later."

"I like tear moles, I can help you draw them every day in the future!"

Zong Jin rubbed his head: "OK."

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