Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she retreated subconsciously, but there was a wall behind him, and there was no way out.
Xia Yansi raised his eyelids, and casually pulled the tie that bound Wen Qing with his right hand.
His strength obviously didn't look heavy, but Wen Qing's body was unstable and leaned forward.
Xia Yansi stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms.
He lowered his head slightly, pressed against Wen Qing's forehead, and said inadvertently: "With Xing Cho's personality, he probably hasn't touched you yet."
Wen Qing's body froze.
He belatedly realized what Xia Yansi wanted to do.
Don't these people have anything else on their minds except that? !
Xia Yansi put his right hand around his waist, carelessly brushing the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, rubbing against his skin vaguely.
Feeling Wen Qing's stiff body, he whispered: "It seems that it's not just Xing Xuan."
"Nobody touched you."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, she lowered her eyes and scanned the surroundings, looking for something that could be used.
The owner of this house is obviously a girl. There are furry slippers and doll decorations in the entrance. There is only one close and sturdy thing. The half-person-high portrait hanging on the wall looks so strong that it can kill people.
The premise is that he can take it down.
Wen Qing's eyes darkened.
The rough voice of the policeman sounded again outside the door: "Which country did you come from?"
"Our country has different policies for different countries. Listening to your voice and conversation, you should be of Chinese descent. We are very tolerant of Chinese descent..."
The people outside chattered endlessly.
Xia Yansi ignored him and continued, "There are at least eight people outside the door. The world is relatively safe. There should be police on the way."
Wen Qing imagined this scene and felt a little relieved.
Thank you Uncle Police.
Xia Yansi ticked his chin and said flatly, "You seem to have misunderstood."
"The more people there are, the more dangerous you are."
After finishing speaking, his fingertips slowly moved down along Wen Qing's chin.
Xia Yansi's body temperature is not high, through the T-shirt, Wen Qing can feel his cold fingertips, like a scalpel, slowly slashing down, giving people the illusion that they are about to be cut open.
"I don't want you to be seen by others," Xia Yansi said slowly, flexing his fingers, "so you have to be good."
Wen pursed his lips lightly.
"Comrade inside." The policeman outside the door continued to speak.
"Can we hear the voice of the hostage?"
Xia Yansi gently squeezed the soft flesh on Wen Qing's waist: "Call out."
"Xing Xuan should be very worried about you now."
Wen Qing opened his mouth and stammered, "I, I'm fine now."
Hearing that the tone of Wen Qing's voice was quite normal, Xing Ze breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the little policeman again: "He will not harm the hostages."
"Go in now."
"No, no," the little policeman shook his head again and again, and continued to appease Xing Ze, "Don't worry, we, Brother Yang, negotiate professionally."
Xing Ze said to him with a dark face: "What I said is true."
"He's my uncle's mate."
"I know him well."
The little policeman let out a long sigh: "It's not like brother, really not."
"Your words are too outrageous."
Xingxuan: "..."
The little policeman persuaded: "Let's wait patiently first."
"He should not harm the hostages for the time being."
Xing Ze has no expression on his face: "He will do other things."
separated by a door
Xia Yansi pressed Wen Qing's hands against the wall, and pushed his right foot against his knee, trapping him firmly.
Wen Qing was calm at first, Xia Yansi was just kissing him.
Xia Yansi pecked at the finger print on the cheek.
A little sore and a little itchy.
Xia Yansi lowered his eyes, licked the red marks on his face, and said softly, "The scent on your body has never changed."
When he spoke, his lips brushed Wen Qing's face vaguely, opening and closing, as if he was kissing or licking and biting.
Xia Yansi's fingertips were cold, but the breath between his lips and teeth was hot.
Wen Qing could clearly feel his breath brushing over his cheeks and reaching his ears.
Xia Yansi lightly bit his cheek, and dropped a series of fine kisses along the jawline.
Wen Qing tilted her head to avoid, and the next second, Xia Yansi bit the side of her neck, biting slowly as if tasting delicious food.
…
After 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, gently hooked Xia Yansi's wrist with his little finger, and looked at him bewilderedly: "Uncle Xia."
"My hands hurt so much."
Xia Yansi was stunned, and instinctively raised his hand to grab the tie, wanting to untie it for him.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she seized the opportunity to kick Xia Yansi.
Xia Yansi came back to his senses in an instant and turned sideways to avoid it.
Wen Qing moved two steps to the other side of the wall, looking at Xia Yansi warily.
He tugged at his clothes with difficulty, the cloth scratched his chest, it hurt a little, he couldn't help frowning.
Noticing his expression, Xia Yansi lowered his eyes, glanced at his wrist, and raised his legs to walk forward.
He took a step, and Wen took a step back.
Perhaps because they sensed something was wrong inside the house, the police outside the door uttered again: "My friend, did something happen?"
Xia Yansi walked straight towards Wen Qing without pausing.
Wen gently raised his hand, put his arm against the picture frame by the wall, and bumped hard the moment Xia Yansi came over.
The picture frame tilted and hit Xia Yansi's temple.
Xia Yansi swayed, and his vision became a little blurred.
Wen Qing held her breath, rushed to the door, quickly opened it and ran out.
At the same time, police officers with guns broke in one after another.
Wen Qing ran directly to Xing Ze's side.
Xing Ze noticed his swollen lips and fingerprints on his face at a glance, and his T-shirt was also a little wrinkled.
His face became even darker, and he immediately took off his coat 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 police officers, he did not resist, and let the police handcuff him.
As if sensing Wen Qing's gaze, Xia Yansi raised his eyelids and said silently: [Goodbye.]
Wen Qing looked away, pursed her lips and walked straight into the room.
The police asked Wen Qing to stay at home to take notes, and thoughtfully arranged for two gentle policewomen.
Wen Qing briefly described what happened when she was arrested and entered the house, omitting Xia Yansi's specific actions after entering the house.
"Have you seen it before?" the policewoman asked.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and said to the policewoman, "Can I take the record tomorrow?"
"I want to rest now."
The policewoman froze for a moment, then looked at her colleague in embarrassment.
The colleague immediately said: "We need to consult our superiors."
Wen nodded lightly, in a few hours, Xia Yansi and Xing Ze would leave here.
The trouble that Xia Yansi and Ji Sheng caused 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, and after the policewoman left, she checked the time.
Because of Xia Yansi's interruption, there are only two hours left.
Wen Qing turned his head to look at Xing Ze. Xing Ze's face was black, and his whole body was exuding anger.
Wen Qing blinked and said to him, "I'm fine."
"real."
Just a few kisses.
And the opponent was Xia Yansi.
Xing Ze looked at the fingerprints on his face and closed his eyes: "I was careless."
"Otherwise this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and comforted: "It has nothing to do with you."
It's all Io's fault.
"It's related." Xing Ze lowered his eyes and met Shang Wen's slightly red eyes.
Unlike before, there was no panic or fear in the eyes, and they were 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 was afraid before."
"I'm not afraid now."
He was more angry than scared.
Hmm, mad at Eo.
Wen Qing didn't want to waste any more time on this matter, he stood up and said to Xing Ze: "I'm going to take a shower, and then we'll cook together."
"Don't you want to cook?"
Wen Qing hurried into the bathroom, washed her hair and took a shower.
In order to save time, he didn't even blow dry his hair, just wiped it indiscriminately, and walked to the living room with his wet head.
Xing Cho is not in the living room, but in the kitchen.
The smell of the food lingered in the kitchen. It was an ordinary home-cooked meal, but it smelled warm.
Wen Qing stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Xing Ze's tall and straight back, dazed.
When he was a child, the orphanage was different from the current situation. There was only one small building, where a dozen children lived, the dean's mother and others, and the government allocated funds to barely cover everyone's life.
But children, now that they are full, they will be hungry again before the meal time.
Some children will act like a spoiled child to the dean's mother and make a fuss about it.
Wen Qing has a restrained personality and doesn't know how to act like a baby and want to eat. The dean's mother will eat it if he gives it to him, and stand aside obediently if she doesn't give it to him.
When he was a child, he dreamed for a while that he had his own chef.
Cook him when he's hungry.
Suddenly, a big hand covered his head and rubbed it lightly: "Why don't you blow your hair."
Wen Qing came back to her senses, looked up at Xing Ze: "I'll help."
"No need," Xing Ze pulled his arm and walked out, "Where is the hair dryer?"
"I'll blow your hair."
Wen lightly pursed his lips: "It's okay, I don't often blow."
"It will be done soon."
Xing Ze pulled him to continue walking: "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, and stood behind him, stroking his hair with slender and strong fingers.
The whistling hot air of the hair dryer blew past the ears, and Wen Qing's ears felt hot: "Aren't you cooking?"
"Don't you need to watch?"
"No, let's stew for a while."
Xing Zao lowered his head, and seriously blows Wen Qing's hair.
He set up the hair dryer and dried the wet ends of his hair. The wind of the hair dryer was so strong that it opened Wen Qing's neckline.
The T-shirt was blown by the wind, and the red color on the chest was clearly visible.
Xing chooses to make a move.
Wen Qing didn't react at first.
It wasn't until Xing Ze didn't move the hair dryer, and the hot wind made his chest itchy and painful, that he realized that Xing Ze had seen it.
He pressed his clothes, took a step to the side, and said to Xing Ze: "It's done."
Xing Ze put down the hair dryer, strode out, walked into the kitchen, and continued cooking.
Wen Qing once again said that he wanted to help, this time Xing Zuo did not refuse, but said to him: "Put rice."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "Is the food ready?"
Xing Ze nodded: "You have a small bird stomach, and you don't like to waste, so you don't need to cook a lot."
There are not many dishes, three dishes and one soup.
Wen Qing filled two bowls of rice and put them on the table.
Seeing that Xing Zuo 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 from 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 to apply?"
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "It's on the chest."
Wen Qing blushed, and said slowly: "It will be fine soon."
Xing Ze: "It's a bit broken, and it's easy to get infected."
As he spoke, he half closed his eyes, 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 very obvious.
Xing Zao withdrew his gaze, continued to fiddle with and adjust the medicine box, put commonly used medicines on the top, and put the less commonly used medicines down.
Wen lightly glanced at his watch, there was only one last bit of 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 for you."
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, not knowing what to say.
The atmosphere became quieter.
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, I live a very good life."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then stammered: "I, I, I'm sorry..."
Facing his dark eyes, Xing Ze raised his hand, avoiding the fingerprints on his face, and gently pinched Wen Qing's face.
"No need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong," Xing Ze said to him after a pause, "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 Xuan: "Okay."
Wen Qing leaned forward and kissed Xing Ze's lips.
He stuck out his tongue clumsily and jerkyly, before he could make a proper choice, he was deprived of the initiative.
Wen Qing squinted her eyes, and the tingling sensation like electric current spread from the palate to the whole body.
He couldn't help hooking Xing Ze's neck and leaned closer.
Wen Gently opened his mouth obediently, and belatedly discovered that the kisses of these people were also similar.
He used to be a little repelled, so that he couldn't think deeply or recall.
After a long time, a kiss ended.
Wen Qing's chest hurt even more, his every move could tear his clothes and affect the wound.
Seeing that his movements were unnatural, Xing Ze frowned: "I'll apply the medicine to you first."
Wen Qing opened his mouth and did not refuse.
Xing chose to dip a cotton swab into the ointment, bowed his head and carefully applied the ointment.
At first, Wen Qing felt comfortable after applying the medicine, but soon, the ointment was softened into water by body temperature, and lingered stickily on her chest.
The effect of the medicine probably worked, there was a little heat, itchy and hot, as if it was going to penetrate into the bone.
Wen Qing exhaled hot air, stepped back in a panic, and stammered to Xing Ze: "Okay, okay."
Xing Ze put away the ointment and cotton swabs, and the moment Wen Qing stood up, he grabbed his hand: "There is still something wrong."
"I'll help you."
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and the backs of her ears were all red: "No, no need."
"I'll just wash my face."
Xing Xuan didn't let go: "I want to help you."
…
After an unknown period of time, the ticking of the second hand became very clear.
Wen Qing lay softly on the sofa, hooking Xing Ze's sleeves.
Xing Ze rubbed his hair, and kissed lightly between his brows: "Goodbye."
"goodbye."
The voice fell, and there was only one person left in the huge house.
Wen Qing stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, then 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 Xingxuan, Baitong, and... Iou.