-What time.
Qi Jin's question didn't specifically mention anything, but Shen Yan understood what he meant.
"I have no idea."
Shen Yan replied slowly, her voice was low and calm, making these four words sound almost equivalent to "I don't care" - he really didn't care, at this time his world only existed between his arms, there was a man he wanted. Whoever embraces wholeheartedly has no concept of time.
Qi Jin raised his head, the tip of his nose slowly rubbed against his chin, leaned over and gently pressed his lips to the position corresponding to his vocal cords.
The sound made there belonged to Shen Yan and was unique. He likes and misses him more than anyone else, and feels a pity even if he hears it less than once: "Have you given up?"
Shen Yan smiled silently, and didn't say anything for a long time, only the hand that was holding Qi Jin's head was unconsciously retracted and hugged even tighter.
"Do you care?" he asked rhetorically.
"I care," Qi Jin's answer gave Shen Yan a slight pause, her eyes shaking slightly. However, Qi Jin laughed softly at this moment and completed the sentence, "I care, just because I think... If you give up from the beginning, even if you say you don't care, you will actually think about it from time to time. As for me now, I'm selfish, and you can't see that you have something other than me in your heart."
After a short pause, the teasing tone gradually dissipated, replaced by the truth.
"Just kidding. Actually, I... just want you to sleep peacefully without thinking about anything."
There is no worries, no entanglements, and no regrets of "If only I had done this in the first place" - at least tonight, he wants the man in front of him to put down all the burdens and stay with him until dawn. After all, the other party's mental state has not been very good for a long time.
After Shen Yan heard his reason, she was silent for a while.
After a long time, his eyes finally slowly moved to the clock on the opposite desk.
It's been almost an hour... I don't know if I can make it in time. The only thing I know is that the second hand will not slow down because of his hesitation, and will still move forward one frame at a time.
"Sorry," he sighed deeply, resting his head on Qi Jin's shoulder, "it only takes five minutes..."
Qi Jin looked at him and smiled.
"One minute."
Shen Yan was stunned for a moment, at a loss for words, and after a long while, she could continue: "... Well, four minutes is enough?"
Qi Jin held back a smile, and the corners of his lips became higher and higher: "No. Give me two minutes at most."
At this time, Shen Yan finally heard that this person was teasing herself, and helplessly lowered her eyes and smiled: "I will finish it as soon as possible, just give me four or five minutes."
"Just kidding you, I'm not so stingy," Qi Jin couldn't help laughing when he heard his solemn request to himself, put his palms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, and gently put his ear on his side and whispered, "How much? Time doesn't matter, take it slow at your own pace. But after it's over, the rest of the time you have tonight... all belongs to me."
He said that he is selfish now, and it is not completely false.
Shen Yan smiled lightly when she heard the words, she knew it in her heart, and agreed with a "hmm".
Qi Jin really wanted to spend a little more time with him, but because he was worried about losing the time, he finally let go of him, and said a little reluctantly, "Then, I'll go back to the bedroom and wait for you."
Surprisingly, Shen Yan suddenly asked in a low voice, "Qi Jin, this game... I would like to ask you to listen to the entire process. Is that okay?"
Qi Jin faintly sensed that there was something in his words, without hesitating too much, he nodded in obedience to his meaning: "Okay."
Shen Yan said nothing, stood up from the quilt, and Qi Jin followed.
a love. In the past, the cool air of early winter regained the upper hand. The sweat on their bodies was not yet dry, and when the bedding was pulled away, both of them felt cold and could not help shivering slightly.
"Don't come down yet, I'll find clothes for you to put on." Shen Yan said.
Clothes - the meaning of the word suddenly became very ambiguous, Qi Jin was stunned, and after reacting, her face turned red and her ears were red, and she stammered in a low voice to answer.
The wardrobe is actually in the bedroom, and there is no clean clothes that can be changed in the study. The reason why Shen Yan said "find" is because the clothes they took off were scattered on the bed, and some even fell to the ground. It took a little effort to pack them all up.
Qi Jin slightly looked away when Shen Yan lowered her body to pack her clothes, a little ashamed to look directly at his naked body in the thin light.
"Let's wear this for now." Shen Yan picked up Qi Jin's original shirt, which was already wrinkled and half wet with sweat, exuding a strong emotion. the taste of desire. Qi Jin squinted slightly, and silently let Shen Yan put it on for her. She glanced at him from time to time. After finding that he had indeed left her own hickey on her body, she finally lowered her head happily.
"What about this one... Do you want me to help you wear it?" Shen Yan asked in a low voice, holding the pair of underwear he had before.
Qi Jin's face really blushed this time, and her voice was almost inaudible.
"… do not want… "
Just changing from one bed to another anyway. Besides, letting Shen Yan do this would have had too much impact on his heart.
Shen Yan smiled lightly, stopped talking, and took a set of clothes and trousers and put them on silently. Just as he was about to take Qi Jin off the bed, he inadvertently saw something flashing on the floor from the corner of his eye. Looking down, it turned out that it was the button he had torn off at that time.
The broken thread was draped under the collar of the shirt, showing how forceful he was at that time.
Qi Jin followed his gaze, and when she found the button, she laughed with a "chirp", and leaned over to his arm, murmuring, "This shirt will be missing one button from now on."
Shen Yan was silent and picked up the things silently.
"Can I keep this?" he asked suddenly.
Qi Jin was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he lowered his eyelids slightly, bit his lip and laughed in a low voice: "...What are you keeping this for?"
Shen Yan also laughed, very lightly, and the smile was almost shapeless: "Remind yourself that you are there."
Before Qi Jin could answer, Shen Yan had already bent over and slowly picked him up.
Qi Jin is still an adult man no matter what, so it is still a little difficult to hold him completely.
It was the first time he was picked up by someone when he grew up. His face was so hot that he wanted to walk down the ground by himself, but his knees were still soft, as if someone had removed his bones, and he didn't even have the ability to stand up on his own.
"do not move."
Shen Yan whispered softly in his ear, her tone was gentle but undeniable.
Qi Jin had to obediently let him take him back to the bedroom and put it on the spacious bed. It was spacious and spacious, but it was still cold inside the quilt. Qi Jin couldn't help shrinking slightly when he sat down, but Shen Yan followed him in the next moment, and hugged him tightly in his arms silently.
The two sat on the bedside for a while, until the body temperature made the quilt warm, Shen Yan finally slowly let go, tucked the quilt for him, and set off to put his laptop and earphones beside the bed. Then he gently kissed him on the forehead.
"Wait for me to come back soon."
"Ok."
Shen Yan got up, and finally lowered her head and silently looked at the button in her palm for a while, put it back on her body, and closed the bedroom door silently.
Qi Jin patted her face, hoping to lower the temperature as soon as possible, and turned on the computer at the same time.
His computer didn't turn off, it just went to sleep. When he returned to the original interface, all the previously opened windows were still there, including the YY channel used for the game.
Qi Wei was anxious to know where the game was going, so she hurriedly clicked in, and was suddenly taken aback by a series of private chats in the channel.
— is the "Old Five".
I don't know why, so far this guy has sent five or six private chats to himself in a row, and he also used a bloody extra-large font, which makes people unable to ignore. Qi Jin had a very bad feeling.
Sure enough, the fifth sentence made him froze.
[★Old Five★] said to [you]: Return period, return period, return period, return period, return period! ! Come on up and listen to me! ! Don't let Shen Yan participate in the competition of "Shunyang Hou"! ! Hurry up and stop him, go now, hurry! !
At that moment, he straightened up like a conditioned reflex, and had the urge to turn over immediately and pull back the man who had just left.
But this strong impulse was instantly dissipated by Shen Yan's low and deep "wait for me to come back" in his memory, as if a basin of cold water was on the horizon, and he suddenly woke up.
-No.
You shouldn't be so reckless, you should believe what Shen Yan promised, right
His stiff body slowly relaxed, and he sat back on the head of the bed without moving, even though all the next words of "the fifth" were shaking his will extremely strongly.
【★Old 5★】Said to 【You】:... The lines for this game have been announced... (Hold the forehead)
【★Old 5★】Said to 【You】:... That line is really...
[★Old 5★] said to [you]: No, he absolutely can't, hurry up and stop him, or else... 〒▽〒
[★Old Five★] said to [you]: Return date, where did you go on return date? ? It's obvious that you're hanging on this channel but you don't speak, and you don't know what's going on right now, so hurry up and answer! ! 嘤嘤… 〒▽〒
[★Old Five★] said to [you]: You should be with Shen Yan, right? If you don't stop him, there's really no one else who can stop him...
…
…
stop him
why
Qi Jin's hand involuntarily released her hand from the keyboard of the notebook, and in a trance, she reached to the neckline of the half-open shirt, and stopped where the button used to be—as if such a simple touch could make herself 's fingers were joined to the hand of the man who was holding the button.
Just a few short minutes ago, they were still lying together and cuddling, so that it was unaccustomed to the distance from the study to the bedroom now.
If it was the Shen Yan this morning, I probably wouldn't worry about him playing alone.
But... this Shen Yan is different.
Qi Jin stared at the words of "Old Five" on the screen and read it over and over again, and finally her eyes were fixed on the word "lines". Suddenly, she seemed to have an epiphany. She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the channel announcement. The three-act official selection lines that have been hanging on for a long time.
Shen Yan raised her eyes slightly and looked at the three-act official selection line of "Marquis of Shunyang" in the announcement.
He was actually lucky.
When he sat down, a player in front of him had just finished, and there was still a minute or so for him to experience the lines. Everything still catches up, except that he stared at the lines longer than the previous two characters, and it seemed to have frozen.
He remembered every line on it because he had read the original.
But having to read it out on your own... is another matter.
He took a deep breath, clicked on the time display at the bottom right of the screen, and watched as the seconds on the clock inside it gradually made a full circle—the button in his hand was also a circle, and he could see it by placing it in his sight. In the place where the pressure brought by time is suddenly much smaller.
"Next is player number 22."
The host Yang Chunqu also looked at the time. When reporting the contestant number, she had to say that she was a little empty.
"Player No. 22? Are you online now?"
It's almost the same as the question before the start of the game, and even the tone of anxiety is exactly the same.
She has never seen "Cat's Dad" on the channel before. During the competition, she was hosting and thinking hard about what to do at that time. One of the worst options was that she had to announce that she was disqualified from the competition on the 22nd.
However, as one of the people who had a good impression of this player, she did not want to see this ending.
The rest of Cat Daddy's fans are also in a hurry.
Audience 1: ┭┮﹏┭┮Dad cat hasn't come yet... It's over, it's over...
Audience 2: ┭┮﹏┭┮Me, I will never give up until the end! !
Audience 3: ┭┮﹏┭┮Upstairs +10086! ! Even if I'm not ready for the competition, I'll let you know, let me give up completely! ! Hanging here is more uncomfortable than telling me directly that he is not coming! !
No. 22-【Cat's Dad】: I'm here.
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… etc…
The tears of the lasagna on the public screen stopped abruptly, and after a moment of dead silence, everyone screamed.
Audience 1: Σ(っ°Д°)っEmma! ! Cat Daddy! ! Look at my ID above! ! ↑↑↑↑↑
Audience 2: Σ (っ°Д °)っDaddy cat! ! Officially look above! ↑↑↑↑↑
Audience 3: Σ (っ°Д °)っDaddy cat! ! Officially look above! ↑↑↑↑↑＋1 [PS: If I can use a hundred arrows, I want to use a hundred arrows, bastard]
Audience 5: Ah, ah, is that me? ? Is it me! ! 【Sorry about to cry... ┭┮﹏┭┮】
Audience 6: Help, Daddy Cat, you finally showed up, so excited! very happy! Finally, there is no waiting in vain tonight! [What should I do if I already cry! Ask Daddy Cat for free shipping tissue! 】
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If the game is broadcast live through video, then everyone can probably see the host gently wipe a cold sweat.
"That's great, I asked the field manager to move No. 22 to the first wheat sequence." Although she couldn't see the action, her relieved voice came through the microphone.
Although this move resonated with the fans of Daddy Cat, it caused dissatisfaction among fans of Tongjatai.
Bronze Sparrow is No. 14, ahead of the game and unsurprisingly in the No. 1 spot so far.
First, compared to the "Changdi" who is addicted to medicinal herbs and has a sick voice, the powerful voice advantage of the subwoofer of the Tongquetai is easier to exert on the "Marquis of Shunyang" who was born in a military commander.
Secondly, in terms of dubbing ability, it is indeed rare for an amateur player to appear who can surpass his commercial counterpart.
If the performance of "Don't Ask the Return Date" was an accident for Tongjatai and his fans, then "Cat's Dad" is a doomed stumbling block.
Half of this is due to the ardent fans who tirelessly promote Daddy Cat in the forums.
"I like Daddy Cat more than God of Tongjatai, what should I do?"
"Dad Cat will definitely win the Great God, right?"
"I think there is no suspense in the game!"
Once such remarks increase, even if the two parties have no intersection at all on the surface, it can always trigger a turbulent undercurrent—
Realizing that he is an official representative and cannot show any tendency to favor a certain player, Yang Chunqu hurriedly whispered.
"Cough, then please go to the mic to check the equipment. If there is no problem..."
"No need."
The man's low three words on the first wheat sequence, his voice was deeper and hoarer than everyone's impression. To others, it almost seems to be a problem with the microphone, as if there was a thick background noise precipitated in it.
"No need for anything," the second sentence sank deeper than the first, "Let's get started."