Chapter 237 real world [edit]

Wen Qing’s eyelids jumped, and he stepped back subconsciously, but there was a wall behind him, and there was no way out.

Xia Yansi lifted his eyelids, and his right hand casually pulled at the tie that bound Wen Qing.

His strength does not seem to be heavy, but Wen Qing’s body is unstable and leans forward.

Xia Yansi stretched out his hand and hugged the person into his arms.

He lowered his head slightly, pressed Wen Qing’s forehead, and said casually, “With the character of Xing Zao, I should have never touched you before.”

Wen Qing’s body stiffened.

With hindsight, I realized what Xia Yansi wanted to do.

Do these people have nothing else on their minds but that? !

Xia Yansi wrapped his right hand around his waist, and his fingertips carelessly brushed the corner of his clothes, rubbing against his skin.

Feeling Wen Qing’s stiff body, he whispered, “It seems more than just Xing Zai.”

“No one has touched you.”

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she glanced around with her eyes down, looking for something that could be used.

The owner of this family is obviously a girl. There are furry slippers and doll decorations at the entrance. There is only one close and sturdy thing. The half-height portrait hanging on the wall looks very sturdy and can be smashed to death.

Provided he can get it.

Wen Qing’s eyes darkened.

The rough voice of the police sounded again outside the door: “Which country did you belong to before?”

“Our country’s policies towards different countries are different. Listening to your voice and conversation, you should be Chinese. We are very tolerant of Chinese…”

The people outside were chattering.

Xia Yansi ignored him and continued: “There are at least eight people outside the door. The world is relatively safe, and there should be police on their way.”

Wen Qing imagined this scene and felt a little relieved.

Thank you uncle police.

Xia Yansi hooked his chin and said lightly, “You seem to have misunderstood.”

“The more people there are, the more dangerous you are.”

After speaking, his fingertips moved down slowly along Wen Qing’s chin.

Xia Yansi’s body temperature is not high, and through the T-shirt, Wen Qing can feel his cold fingertips, like a scalpel, slowly swiping down, giving the illusion that he is about to be opened.

“I don’t want you to be seen by others,” Xia Yansi curled his fingers and said slowly, “so you have to be good.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips.

“Comrades inside.” The policeman outside the door continued to speak.

“Can we hear the voices of the hostages?”

Xia Yansi gently squeezed the soft flesh around Wen Qing’s waist: “Call.”

“Xing Zhe should be very worried about you now.”

Wen Qing opened his mouth and stammered, “I-I’m fine now.”

Hearing the tone of Wen Qing’s voice was normal, Xing Ze was relieved and said to the little policeman again, “He will not hurt the hostages.”

“Go in now.”

“No, no,” the little policeman shook his head repeatedly and continued to appease Xing Ze, “Don’t worry, our brother Yang is a professional negotiator.”

Xing Ze said to him with a dark face: “What I said is true.”

“He’s my uncle’s partner.”

“I know him well.”

The little police chief sighed: “It’s not a brother, it’s really not.”

“You’re too outrageous.”

Punishment: “…”

The little policeman persuaded: “Let’s wait patiently first.”

“He shouldn’t hurt the hostages for a while.”

Xing Ze was expressionless: “He will do other things.”

one door

Xia Yansi pressed his gentle hands against the wall and pushed his right foot against his knee, trapping the person firmly.

Wen Qing was calm at first, Xia Yansi was just kissing him.

Xia Yansi pecked at the fingerprint on his cheek.

A little sore and a little itchy.

Xia Yansi lowered his eyes, licked the red marks on his face, and said softly, “The fragrance on your body has never changed.”

When he spoke, his lips seemed to rub against Wen Qing’s face, opening and closing, as if kissing or licking.

Xia Yansi’s fingertips were cold, but the breath between his lips and teeth was hot.

Wen Qing could clearly feel his breath brushing across his cheeks and onto the pinna of his ears.

Xia Yans bit his cheek lightly, and dropped a string of small kisses along the jawline.

Wen Qing tilted his head to avoid it, and in the next second, Xia Yansi bit the side of his neck, biting slowly as if he was tasting delicious food.

…

For a long time, Xia Yansi’s kiss became more and more gentle.

Wen Qing let out a breath of hot air, he lowered his head, his tail finger gently hooked Xia Yansi’s wrist, and looked at him in confusion: “Uncle Xia.”

“My hand hurts.”

Xia Yansi was startled, his body instinctively raised his hand to grab the tie, trying to untie it for him.

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled, seized the opportunity, and kicked Xia Yansi violently.

Xia Yansi instantly came back to his senses and turned sideways to avoid it.

The other side of Wen Qing Wall took two steps and looked at Xia Yansi vigilantly.

He tugged at his clothes with difficulty, the fabric scraped across his chest, it hurt a little, and he couldn’t help frowning.

Noticing his expression, Xia Yansi lowered his eyes, swept his eyes across his wrist, raised his legs and walked forward.

He took a step, Wen Qing took a step back.

Perhaps hearing that something was wrong in the house, the police outside the door said again: “Friend, did something happen?”

Xia Yansi walked straight to Wen Qing without pausing.

Wen Qing slowly raised her hand, pressed her arm against the picture frame by the wall, and hit it hard the moment Xia Yansi came over.

The picture frame tilted and hit Xia Yansi’s temple.

Xia Yansi shook his body, and his vision became a little blurry.

Wen Qing held her breath, rushed to the door, opened it quickly and ran out.

At the same time, police officers with guns broke in.

Wen Qing ran directly to Xing Ze.

Xing Zhe noticed at a glance his red and swollen lips and fingerprints on his face, and his T-shirt was a little wrinkled.

His face turned darker, he immediately took off his jacket and put it on Wen Qing.

He put his arms around Wen Qing’s shoulders and took him home.

Walking to the door, Wen Qing looked back at Xia Yansi.

He was tall and straight, surrounded by many policemen, without resistance, and let the police torture himself.

Seemingly aware of Wen Qing’s gaze, Xia Yansi raised his eyelids and said silently: [Goodbye. 】

Wen Qing retracted her gaze, pursed her lips and walked straight into the room.

The police asked Wen Qing to stay at home to take notes, and thoughtfully arranged two gentle female police officers.

Wen Qing briefly described the incident of being caught into the house, omitting the specific actions of Xia Yansi after entering the house.

“Have you met before?” the policewoman asked.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and said to the policewoman, “Can I make another record tomorrow?”

“I want to rest now.”

The policewoman was stunned, and looked at her colleague in embarrassment.

The colleague immediately said, “We need to consult our superiors.”

Wen Qing nodded, and in a few hours, Xia Yansi and Xing Ze would leave here.

The trouble that Xia Yansi and Ji Sheng made here…

Wen Qing was thinking about it when she heard the policewoman say softly, “The leader agrees, we’ll come back tomorrow.”

Wen nodded lightly, waited for the policewoman to leave, and glanced at the time.

Because of Xia Yansi’s disturbance, there are only two hours left.

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at Xing Ze, Xing Ze’s face was dark, and his whole body was full of anger.

Wen Qing blinked and said to him, “I’m fine.”

“real.”

Just a few kisses.

And the other party is Xia Yansi.

Xing Ze looked at the fingerprints on his face and closed his eyes: “I was careless.”

“Otherwise this would not have happened.”

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and comforted: “It has nothing to do with you.”

Blame Io.

“It does matter.” Xing Ze lowered his eyes and met Wen’s slightly red eyes.

Unlike before, there was no panic and fear in his eyes, and it was crystal clear, as if nothing had happened just now.

Xing Ze pursed his lips: “Aren’t you afraid of him?”

Wen Qing told the truth: “I used to be afraid.”

“Don’t be afraid now.”

He was more angry than afraid.

Mmmm, mad at Io.

Wen Qing didn’t want to waste time on this matter, he stood up and said to Xing Ze, “I’ll take a shower, and then we’ll cook together.”

“Don’t you want to cook?”

Wen Qing hurried into the bathroom and washed her hair and showered.

In order to save time, he didn’t blow his hair, wiped it indiscriminately, and walked to the living room with his wet head.

Xing Zai is not in the living room, but in the kitchen.

The kitchen smells lingering with the food, very ordinary home-cooked food, but it smells warm.

Wen Qing stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Xing Ze’s tall and straight back, stunned.

When he was a child, the welfare home was different from the current situation. There was only one small building, where more than a dozen children, the dean’s mother and others lived. The government funding was barely enough for everyone to live.

But the child, who is full now, is hungry again before mealtime.

Some children will act like a spoiled child to the dean’s mother and open a small stove.

Wen Qing is introverted and doesn’t want to eat coquettishly. The dean’s mother will eat it if he gives it to him, or just stand obediently by the side if she doesn’t.

As a child, he had a dream for a while to have his own chef.

Cook for him when he is hungry.

Suddenly, a big hand put a big hand on his head and rubbed it gently: “Why don’t you blow your hair.”

Wen Qing recovered and looked up at Xing Ze: “I’m here to help.”

“No,” Xing Ze took his arm and walked out, “Where’s the hair dryer?”

“I’ll blow your hair.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips: “it’s okay, I don’t often blow.”

“It will be done soon.”

Xing Zhe took him and continued to walk: “I want to blow it to you.”

The hair dryer is in the bathroom.

Wen Qing stood in front of the mirror, looked at Xing Ze in the mirror, stood behind him, and fiddled with his hair with slender and powerful fingers.

The hot air from the hair dryer blew past his ears, and Wen Qing’s ears rose hot: “Aren’t you cooking?”

“Don’t you need to watch?”

“No, let’s simmer for a while.”

Xing Ze bowed his head and blew Wen Qing’s hair seriously.

He stood up the hair dryer and blew the wet ends.

The T-shirt was blown by the wind, and the red on the chest was visible.

Punishment action.

Wen Qing didn’t respond at first.

It wasn’t until Xing Ze didn’t move the hair dryer that the hot wind made his chest itchy and painful, and then he realized that Xing Ze saw it.

He pressed his clothes, took a step to the side, and said to Xing Ze, “Blow it.”

Xing Ze put down the hairdryer, strode out, walked into the kitchen, and continued cooking.

Wen Qing said once again that he wanted to help, but Xing Ze did not refuse this time, but said to him, “Shengfan.”

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: “Are the dishes ready?”

Xing Ze nodded: “You have a bird’s stomach, and you don’t like waste, so you don’t need to cook a lot.”

Not many dishes, three dishes and one soup.

Wen Qing filled two bowls of rice and put them on the table.

Seeing that Xing Ze didn’t sit down, but rummaged through the medicine box on the sofa, he asked suspiciously, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Xing Ze took out the ointment at the bottom of the medicine box and said to Wen Qing, “Remember to apply the medicine later.”

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at him: “what medicine?”

Xing Ze pursed his lips: “On the chest.”

Wen Qing’s cheeks flushed, and she said slowly, “I’ll be fine soon.”

Xing Zhe: “It’s a little broken, and it’s easy to get infected.”

Saying that, he closed his eyes halfway, and his eyes fell on Wen Qing’s chest.

Because of what Xia Yansi did, even though Wen Qing was wearing a T-shirt, the “injury” on her chest was particularly obvious.

Xing Ze retracted his gaze and continued to fiddle with and adjust the medicine box, placing the commonly used medicines on the top and the less frequently used medicines down.

Wen Qing glanced at his watch, only the last time left.

He walked up to Xing Ze and asked again, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Xing Ze nodded and put the ointment and face in front of him: “This meal is made for you.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

The atmosphere became quiet.

Xing Ze broke the silence and said, “But I bought the house you rented before.”

“I also have a cat. Every day at the police station and at home at two o’clock, I live very well.”

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then stammered, “I, I, I’m sorry…”

To meet his dark eyes, Xing Ze raised his hand, avoiding the fingerprints on his face, and gently squeezed Wen Qing’s face.

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Xing Ze paused and said to him, “Say something happy, I’m leaving soon.”

happy thing…

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled, she raised her face slightly, and said to Xing Ze, “Can you kiss me?”

Xing Ze was stunned.

Wen Qing looked at him, looked away a little embarrassedly, and said, “Can I kiss you?”

Xing Zhe: “Okay.”

Wen Qing leaned forward and kissed Xing Ze’s lips.

He stuck out his tongue clumsily, and before he had a good kiss, he was taken away from the initiative.

Wen Qing narrowed her eyes, and a tingling sensation like an electric current spread from her upper jaw to her entire body.

He couldn’t help hooking Xing Ze’s neck and leaned closer.

He opened his mouth gently and obediently, and realized with hindsight that the kisses of these people were similar.

He used to be so repulsive that he couldn’t think deeply or recall.

After a long time, the kiss ended.

Wen Qing’s chest hurt even more, and his every move could tug at his clothes and affect the wound.

Seeing that his movements were unnatural, Xing Ze frowned: “I’ll give you the medicine first.”

Wen Qing opened his mouth and did not refuse.

Xing Ze took the ointment with a cotton swab, lowered his head and applied it carefully and meticulously.

Wen Qing felt that the medicine was very comfortable at first, but soon, the ointment was softened into water by the body temperature, and sticky lingering on the chest.

The effect of the medicine is probably working, there is a little warmth, itchy and hot, as if it is going to get into the bones.

Wen Qing let out a breath of hot air, stepped back in a panic, and stammered to Xing Zhe, “Okay, okay.”

Xing Ze put away the ointment and cotton swab, and the moment Wen Qing stood up, he grabbed his hand: “There is one more place that is not good.”

“I’ll help you.”

Wen Qing’s cheeks flushed, and the roots behind her ears were flushed: “No, no.”

“I’ll just wash my face.”

Xing Ze didn’t let go: “I want to help you.”

…

After an unknown amount of time, the ticking sound of the second hand became extraordinarily clear.

Wen Qing lay softly on the sofa, hooking Xing Ze’s sleeves.

Xing Ze rubbed his hair, and dropped a light kiss between his eyebrows: “Goodbye.”

“goodbye.”

The voice fell, and there was only one person left in the huge house.

Wen Qing stared at the ceiling for a long time, sat up slowly, and walked to the dining table.

After eating three dishes and one soup, he looked at the empty dishes and pursed his lips.

How long have we been apart…

Suddenly, he really wanted Xingzao, Baitong, and Io.