It was Xu Siyi calling.
"Are you home yet?" he asked.
Xu Qiao nodded, sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass of water: "Here we are."
Xu Siyi hummed, but for a moment he didn't know how to ask the words that were lingering in his mouth.
When watching the live broadcast earlier, he noticed that the French folklorist looked at Xu Qiao too intimately. When Xu Qiao and his friends returned to China, Xu Siyi heard from Mo Chenghong about Chrétien's confession, and he became inexplicably irritated.
He pursed his lips, his sharp eyebrows half-closed.
Xu Qiao listened to him for a long time without making any sound, drank a sip of water, and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"
Xu Siyi pressed his nose with his fingers and finally spoke: "You—"
"Wait a moment." Xu Qiao heard a notification on his phone that a call was coming in. He took a look and found that it was Gao Ming, then said, "There's a call. Wait a moment."
"good."
Xu Qiaochi went over and answered Gao Ming's call.
After chatting for a while, he said that all aspects of the game work were being carried out in full swing and the first closed beta test of the game would be carried out soon. He called to seek his opinion.
The game "Apocalypse" has been in development for such a long time, and the time to reap the fruits of its labor is almost here. Gao Ming's voice is cheerful.
"I'll send you the progress I found later. Please give me some suggestions and we can discuss it."
"Okay, send it to me."
After a few more simple words, Xu Qiao hung up the phone and switched back to Xu Siyi. He asked, "What did you want to say just now?"
The question he was about to ask stopped at the tip of his tongue. Xu Siyi looked out the window. The weather was getting hotter, and he felt inexplicably irritated, in various ways.
"Nothing." Xu Siyi exhaled, his handsome eyebrows relaxed, "I'll visit you in a few days. We haven't seen each other for a long time."
"Okay, tell me before you come."
After hanging up the phone, Xu Qiao sent a text message to Hu Zhenghua to discuss the promotional matters for the upcoming "Water Ghost" volume.
Having just returned from recording a documentary, Mo Chenghong was thinking about taking good care of his health, so he didn't take on any high-intensity work and only occasionally ran around to do some announcements or shoot commercials.
On the other hand, Guan Chaosheng of Huijin Media is still meddling in the matter. Even if he is interested in variety shows and some good scripts, it is not his turn.
After resting at home for two days, Xu Siyi came to him after finishing work in another city.
Xu Siyi had come to Xu Qiao's place many times. When he entered the room, he changed into slippers by himself and sat on the sofa.
Xu Qiao knew that he didn't like drinking tea very much, so he took out the coffee beans he had prepared from the cupboard and ground them into a brew.
Smelling the rich aroma of coffee, Xu Siyi looked up and looked around.
When Xu Qiao goes out to record a show, he will regularly hire a housekeeper to come and clean. The second floor of the reexamination room is clean and tidy, and the living room is bright and covered with velvety carpets.
The green plants he had raised before grew very well. Among them was a clump of green ivy with lush branches and leaves that extended along the wall to the ceiling. The rich green color added a bit of coolness.
When the coffee was ready, Xu Qiao poured a cup and came over with a plate. But there were some water stains on the floor that had not been wiped away, and he slipped when he stepped on them.
"careful!"
Xu Siyi pulled him in time, and he didn't fall, but the scalding coffee splashed all over them.
Xu Qiao was wearing thin home clothes and suddenly felt a hot and stinging pain in his waist and abdomen.
"Are you okay?" After the two of them stood firm, Xu Siyi took the plate and cup from his hand and put them aside, then pulled Xu Qiao to take a look.
Seeing the large coffee stains on his home clothes and the water-absorbed clothes stuck to his skin, Xu Siyi gently lifted them up and saw a red patch of skin underneath.
Xu Qiao shook his head and looked at him: "Are you burned?"
Xu Siyi helped him sit on the sofa, then stood up to get the burn ointment from the medicine box: "I'm fine."
Most of the coffee was poured on Xu Qiao.
Xu Siyi held the ointment, half-knelt on the carpet, and rolled up the hem of his shirt to signal Xu Qiao to do it himself.
With his clothes rolled up, Xu Qiao revealed a slim waist. He did not have exaggerated large muscles, but his skinny lines were clear and distinct, and his thin muscles looked full of youthful power.
Xu Siyi shifted his gaze somewhat awkwardly and focused on the burned area.
Xu Qiao has fair skin, so a patch of red like this looks very frightening at first glance.
With his hands free, Xu Siyi squeezed out the light green transparent ointment and gently applied it to the reddened areas.
The cool ointment brought a slight stinging sensation when it came into contact with the skin, and Xu Qiao shrank subconsciously.
"Does it hurt?" Xu Siyi raised his head and looked at him with deep and rich eyes.
Xu Qiao slowly relaxed his body and shook his head at him: "Not bad."
Xu Siyi's movements became much gentler as he continued to apply the ointment, staring at the reddened skin with a focused expression.
In a quiet environment, thoughts flow freely.
"Do you still remember the day of the wrap party for 'Liao Jiang'? You were kneeling on the ground performing CPR on Ying Yuan. When you came back, your knees were bruised. I was photographed applying medicine to you—" Xu Siyi just happened to say it casually, but he felt something was wrong after he said it.
The photo taken by the paparazzi has an ambiguous angle and is very suggestive.
Recalling the photo, Xu Siyi's expression became a little unnatural.
He lowered his head and continued to apply the medicine without saying anything. Xu Qiao only saw a little red on the tip of his ear.
This discovery surprised Xu Qiao, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch it. When his fingers touched the hot tip of his ear, Xu Siyi's body stiffened.
He pinched Xu Qiao's slender fingers with his backhand, squinted his eyes and looked up.
When he met Xu Qiao's clear gaze, he felt defeated again.
How can you look at me with such a natural look
"Okay." Xu Siyi let go of his hand, put the ointment back into the medicine box, and slowly stood up with numb legs.
Xu Qiao put down the hem of his clothes and prepared to go back to his room to change into clean clothes. He looked at Xu Siyi's clothes stained with coffee and asked, "Do you want to change clothes?"
Xu Siyi glanced at his clothes and nodded.
They went to the room, Xu Qiao opened the wardrobe, looked at the items one by one, and finally picked out the loosest one for him.
Xu Qiao: "Put the dirty clothes here. I'll bring them to the studio for you after washing."
Xu Siyi hummed, reached out to take off the dirty clothes and put them aside. His movements were so elegant and natural that it seemed like he was shooting a magazine advertisement.
He had a good figure, long arms and legs, and perfect body lines. Xu Qiao's clothes were too short for him, exposing his ankles and wrists.
He didn't feel uncomfortable. After changing his clothes, he helped Xu Qiao clean the floor stained by coffee.
"I can do it myself." Xu Qiao felt a little embarrassed when he saw that he came to his place after finishing his work and still couldn't take a break, applying medicine on him and mopping the floor.
"It's okay, just sit down first."
Xu Qiao didn't bother to be polite with him anymore and poured another cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table.
Looking at the ill-fitting clothes on him, Xu Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Next time I'll prepare a few larger sets of clothes."
Xu Siyi paused for a moment while wiping the floor, his brows softened: "Okay."
After cleaning up the mess on the floor, they finally had a break. They sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Xu Siyi tuned in "Water Ghost".
"Water Ghost" has been on the air for several days, and Xu Qiao doesn't know which episode it is now. After the opening song, I watched it and saw the plot where the heroine A Xiu and the little Taoist priest became increasingly close, and the water ghost Liu Wen was emotionally disturbed after witnessing it, and the slug spirit took advantage of this to seduce him.
On the TV screen, two identical faces from Xu Qiao slowly approached each other, and long hair spread out on the water like seaweed.
The slug spirit pressed its lips against Liu Wen's eyes, pursed his eyelashes lightly, paused, and then suddenly pressed its lips against his, grinding them almost roughly. The sound of its panting echoed in the living room through the speakers.
The two people were kissing passionately on TV. The taboo and sexual tension brought by their identical faces passed through the screen, causing Xu Qiao and Xu Siyi's expressions to change slightly.
Xu Siyi glanced at Xu Qiao. Although the editing and special effects made it look like Xu Qiao's face, when it was filmed, it was himself who was the "bed stand-in" and was entangled with him.
The living room became increasingly silent for a moment, and Xu Qiao's panting on the screen became clearer. It was a helpless, panicky, and extremely tempting panting.
Xu Qiao couldn't help but turn his head slightly, and his eyes met Xu Siyi's tacitly.
Their skin seemed to be pricked by something sharp, and they both looked away at the same time, their expressions becoming a little strange.
Thinking about what was about to happen, and worried that it would be awkward for the two of them to sit together with Xu Siyi, Xu Qiao stood up and said in his puzzled eyes: "I'll go cut a fruit plate."
As he said that, he went to the semi-open kitchen on the other side of the living room and took out some fruits from the refrigerator.
He turned on the faucet, and the sound of running water barely suppressed the panting.
Xu Qiao stared at the water and scrubbed the fruit skin in a slow motion.
Xu Siyi looked away from the TV and looked at Xu Qiao who was washing fruit not far away. His fingers passed through the water, and his white fingers holding the heavy orange-red oranges looked even whiter.
No matter how long he took, the fruits were washed quickly, put on a plate, and brought to the coffee table.
Taking a strawberry with the stem removed and putting it into his mouth, Xu Qiao asked, "Don't you want to eat it?"
Xu Siyi's eyes passed over his bulging cheeks and whispered, "Watch TV."
As he spoke, his eyes returned to the screen.
This plot has not ended yet, and it just came to the underwater sex scene between Liu Wen and the slug spirit.
Liu Wen put his arms around the slug monster's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, and the two of them sank into the water.
The scenes on TV involuntarily remind people of how they were affectionate underwater in the mountains and lakes of Guangxi that day.
On the screen, the background music disappeared, and the underwater world was quiet and distant. The slug spirit and Liu Wen's long hair drew a beautiful arc underwater, and the two of them chased each other passionately.
Xu Siyi watched very seriously, his eyes gradually becoming darker. He had not forgotten the day when he felt the heat in the cool lake water, which made him want to rub Xu Qiao into his body to relieve it.
Now the heat seemed to come roaring back, baring its fangs and claws, trying to tempt him to do something. Xu Siyi tightened his fingers, his heart pounding.
Xu Qiao on the side swallowed the strawberry and frowned slightly. He really didn't want to appreciate the intimate drama between himself and himself anymore. Finally, he leaned over and took the remote control to change the channel.
Unexpectedly, before he had time to change, Xu Siyi held his hand.
Xu Qiao wanted to pull his hand free, but the hand that was holding him was incredibly strong.
"What are you doing—" Xu Qiao just raised his head and saw Xu Siyi suddenly leaning over and supporting his side with his strong hands.
A hot breath also came towards me.
Xu Qiao paused and stared at his eyebrows with his clear eyes.
Xu Siyi lowered his eyes, his deep gaze fell on his lips, his expression focused.