In a closed environment, everything seems to be a little hotter.
Breathing, body temperature, even eyes.
Qin Qingzhuo never thought that this musical instrument storage room with no clock or signal would one day become a place of indulgence.
However, he had to admit that he was indeed happy, happier than any time he licked his wounds alone.
This kind of happiness even overshadowed the depressed and miserable mood I had felt when I was alone here before.
"Are you hungry?" Jiang Ji sat on the chair, holding Qin Qingzhuo who was sitting on him with one hand, and pinching his ear bone with the other hand, "Why don't you stay here, I'll go out and buy something to eat."
He stood up holding Qin Qingzhuo, let Qin Qingzhuo sit on the workbench, then bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground.
"I'll go with you," Qin Qingzhuo said, "Let's go out and get some fresh air."
Jiang Ji put on his pants and looked at Qin Qingzhuo with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "You still have the energy to get out, so should I have let you hold on a little longer?"
Qin Qingzhuo's face suddenly became hot: "I told you not to steal my skills."
"This is called repaying kindness with kindness and applying what you have learned," Jiang Ji leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips, "thanks to Teacher Qin for teaching you well."
Qin Qingzhuo was speechless, and after a few seconds he said: "...Help me get the clothes."
His change of topic was too abrupt. Jiang Ji laughed and did not immediately do as he said. Instead, he put on his clothes first.
He stood in front of Qin Qingzhuo leisurely, lowered his head and gently sucked Qin Qingzhuo's lower eyelid: "Salty."
"My eyelashes are wet," he looked into Qin Qingzhuo's eyes and lowered his voice, "Qin Qingzhuo, why did you cry so hard just now?"
Qin Qingzhuo: "... Stop talking."
Jiang Ji refused to listen to him and continued speaking:
"It's worse than last time."
"Is it because it's too exciting?"
“Is it really that exciting?”
He repeated to him exactly what Qin Qingzhuo had said in the morning. Qin Qingzhuo now deeply understood what it meant to get what you deserve.
Jiang Ji held back his laughter and looked at Qin Qingzhuo's expression for a while, then walked over and helped him get the clothes.
Qin Qingzhuo reached out to take it, but Jiang Ji didn't hand it to him: "Let me help you put it on."
"Am I a child?" Qin Qingzhuo said, "I still need you to help me put on my clothes."
"I want to help you put on your clothes." Jiang Ji reached out and held Qin Qingzhuo's ankle, but did not rush to help him put on his clothes. His fingers stayed on the totem-like scar on the side of his calf and gently stroked it twice.
Qin Qingzhuo followed his gaze and looked at the scar. In fact, he had done laser treatments on this scar many times, trying to make it fade, but the effect was minimal, and there was even slight scar hyperplasia. So he had no choice but to give up and accept that the scar would coexist with him.
Qin Qingzhuo was a person obsessed with appearance, and this preference was reflected on himself, making him feel that the scar was very ugly, so he never exposed his calves in front of outsiders - the last time he rolled up his trouser legs and showed the scar to Jiang Ji was the only exception in the past four years.
"Isn't it ugly?" Qin Qingzhuo subconsciously put his legs down, "Don't look at it."