61 Be strict, people are too
After getting off the car, Qi Ji didn't dare to look up at his assistant, so he could only say "thank you" when he took the luggage, but before his hand touched the lever, Wan Chukong stopped him first.
Qi Ji piled the masks on his chin, but today he didn't do anything. His hair was pressed against the hat to cover his eyelashes. In the blink of an eye, his hair trembled, making him look younger, "I can do it myself."
Wan Chukong turned his hand and his body blocked him, "It's a good thing."
The assistant stood aside with conscientious attitude and pretended to be deaf and blind, and was almost whistling to the sky. After finally waiting for Wan Chukong's words, "You can go back," and immediately the oil on the soles of his feet disappeared.
Qi Ji said dryly: "He must have discovered it."
"What did you discover?" Wan Chukong looked as usual, "He didn't."
It would be strange if there is no!
Qi Ji didn't dare to look directly at Wan Chukong's assistant in the future. He felt guilty when he saw it. He was driving diligently in front, but the two of them were secretly kissing behind. It was really immoral.
He was so hot in the car just now that he got hot all over. When he entered the elevator, he immediately took off his hat and rubbed his hair and shook his head. Seeing Wan Chukong staring at him, he raised his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Originally, I wanted to choke the other party, but Wan Chukong replied: "Can't you see you more after finally meeting?"
Qi Ji's ears are soft and blushing easily. He silently pulled the mask up, revealing only a pair of eyes.
Wan Chukong lowered his head and leaned closer, and immediately pointed above his finger: "There is a camera."
Wan Chukong paused, raised his hand and took off the hair clipped in his ear, and asked very deliberately: "What do you think I'm going to do?"
Qi Ji wanted to pull the mask above his eyes and cover his entire face. Under Wan Chukong's gaze, he changed the topic absurdly: "By the way, how could you say that Qiqi is fat on the Weibo you posted a few days ago? The little male cat also has dignity."
Wan Chukong seemed to have been distracted successfully. After thinking for a while, he spoke at the moment when the elevator door opened: "Is there anyone else who is sterilized?"
Qi Ji staggered and turned his head and said quietly: "Qiqi should have scratched you, right?"
"Yes." Wan Chukong nodded generously to admit.
As soon as he entered the door, he rolled up his sleeves and went to Qi Ji. Qi Ji noticed that the watch on his wrist was the one he gave him.
"The cat is scratching." Wan Chukong said.
Qi Ji was stunned. He didn't wear contact lenses today. If he didn't look carefully, he could not see the shallow scratches on the man's arm that were almost invisible.
Qi Ji hesitated for a moment and said against his conscience: "It looks...it hurts quite a bit."
"It hurts a lot," said Wan Chukong.
Seeing that he still didn't move his arm away, Qi Ji raised his head in confusion.
Wan Chukong: "Blow up."
Qi Ji: "..."
Sometimes he really couldn't tell whether the other party was joking or serious. In order not to get himself into embarrassment, he simply followed Wan Chukong's words: "Then what reward will I get if I blew?"
Wan Chukong was a little surprised, "What reward do you want?"
Qi Ji subconsciously put his hand on his wrist and gently tapped his strap with his fingers. The atmosphere became ambiguous for no reason. Although it was not as exciting as the ones that would be discovered in the car just now, Wan Chukong kept looking at him and pressed his wrist with his backhand and gently rubbed it.
Qi Ji couldn't resist and surrendered immediately.
"I don't want the reward!"
He lowered his head and looked for his luggage, "I'll pack it first, you can go into the living room..."
"Can't I watch from the side?"
"What's so good about this?"
"I went to the airport to pick you up and went home with you, but you asked me to sit in the living room alone and pack my luggage by myself," Wan Chukong analyzed to him seriously, "This is not like a couple."
When Qi Ji was confused, he even ignored Wan Chukong's words, "What does that look like?"
“Like a maintenance relationship.”
“…”
Qi Ji pointed at himself and then at the other party, unable to believe it: "Who keeps who?"
"It will be all right."
Qi Ji was silent, and he didn't even dare to ask what Wan Chukong had seen recently.
Qi Ji sincerely suggested: "Just just have a more ordinary relationship."
"Then let me clean up with you."
Qi Ji didn't dare to be polite anymore and nodded quickly.
Wan Chukong mentioned again: "You haven't helped me with a blowjob."
Qi Ji froze and whispered: "What's wrong with you today..."
"Is that true?" Wan Chukong lowered his eyes, his thick black eyelashes reflected in the shadows under his eyes, and his voice lowered, "If you don't like it, I can restrain myself."
Qi Ji waved his hand quickly: "I don't like it either, don't be restrained...that, then do you want to go to my room first?"
Wan Chukong curled the corner of his mouth, "I want it."
Qi Ji felt that he had been fooled.
Qi Ji packed up his things quickly, put the daily necessities back in place, threw a few pieces of clothes into the washing machine, and put on glasses. Wan Chukong helped him re-lay the bed sheets and quilt covers. Qi Ji originally wanted to take the lead, but he didn't expect the man to be so nimble.
"Why are you so skillful?" Qi Ji asked.
Wan Chukong replied: "I lived alone in high school, but only moved back to live with my family in college."
Qi Ji nodded, his eyes still looking at him.
Wan Chukong turned his head and waved to him, "Why do you think of me like this?"
"You seem to do anything. I stayed in school for a long time, but I was still clumsy." Qi Ji sighed sincerely as he walked over.
"Will you live with me?"
Qi Ji was stunned, and his dumbfounded look a little funny.
"Just kidding." Wan Chukong folded the quilt and put one leg half on the edge of the bed, "We want to secretly."
"Don't keep mentioning it, but you don't practice it at all!"
Qi Ji finally reacted.
"What I said is wrong?" Wan Chukong reached out and pulled him into his arms. The distance between the two people was shortened. Qi Ji took off his glasses consciously, waited for a few seconds but did not kiss him.
He raised Wan Chukong's arm and blew a few breaths lightly, and raised his head as if he was thinking of something.
"What is this to do?" Wan Chukong Doumao has always been a good move.
Qi Ji was honest: "I'm huh."
"Well, then?" Wan Chukong asked him.
“Then there should be a reward.”
Wan Chukong looked at him: "Didn't you say you don't want to reward?"
Qi Ji stammered: "...I want it again."
"How can I know if you don't tell me what reward you want?"
Qi Ji had no choice but to half open his mouth, bite the tip of his tongue, and hint as much as possible.
There was a clear smile in Wan Chukong's eyes, "I didn't kiss enough in the car just now?"
Qi Ji thought of two people kissing carefully in the back seat with their assistants on their back seat without making any noise. The saliva was unconsciously secreted from their mouths. When they closed their eyes, their eyelashes were trembling, and they asked softly: "There should be a sound..."
The afternoon sun was a sweet orange smell, and the clothes were washed but no one went to get them.
The curtains in the room were completely pulled up but light still shone in. The room was half-light and half-dark. Qi Ji bought a laundry detergent in the supermarket a while ago and gave orange fragrance beads. When they encountered water, they melted and turned into slippery mucus and melted into soft clothes. When they rubbed one after another, they burst into thick white foam. The finger joints were repeatedly rubbed and washed, making them red and pink, and the sheets were even held in the palm of their hands, and they were wrinkled.
The heating is too strong in winter, and the neck, shoulders are wet, and sweat is everywhere you touch. The cool strap suddenly sticks to the skin. Qi Ji shivered and whimpered. The eyelashes seemed to be stained with water, and they shone with wet and shining. The sound was a little more sticky than usual, but it still sounded nice.
He grabbed Wan Chukong's wrist, and a piece of green finger hooked the strap, his voice trembling: "Slow, slow, slow..."
"No, there will be no sound if you slow down." Wan Chukong bit his ear and said dirty words.
Qi Ji shook his head, his voice was covered by the sound of the turning of the washing machine, and he was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it.
"Don't you like it?"
"dislike……"
Wan Chukong approached his ear, "Then I won't restrain myself."
Qi Ji doesn’t understand, can people be so bad?!
In the end, Wan Chukong went to dry his clothes. Qi Ji was so tired that he fell asleep. He seemed to hear Wan Chukong talking to someone. After waking up, he didn't see anyone, but his phone was placed beside the bed.
Qi Ji touched the cracks on the screen, and cut his hands slightly. He looked up and found that Wan Chukong was standing by the bed quietly, which was so scared that he shook.
The sky was getting darker, the curtains were tightly pulled, and the room was pitch black. Wan Chukong asked him: "You scared you? Do you want to turn on the light?"
Qi Ji nodded, "You walk without sound..."
"I didn't walk, I kept standing." Wan Chukong turned on the light, and his expression warmed up under the bright light.
Qi Ji's expression was complicated: "Are you standing there all the time to scare me?"
"No." Wan Chukong leaned over and rubbed his body against him, and took his phone back into his hand, "Are you hungry? Go out for dinner?"
Qi Jiying said, too lazy to get up again. In the end, the two of them had dinner at home, and Wan Chukong cooked.
The ridiculous days passed very briefly. As soon as the airport picture of Qiji was released that day, sharp-eyed fans recognized the person carrying the luggage as Wan Chukong's assistant.
A comment on Weibo was liked and hot commented: Not only the drivers are in the air, but even the cars are in the air...
Chapter completed!