Chapter 42: The masochistic nature explodes. At this moment, Qi Yu is more like his...

The question made Qi Yu's mind go blank for a moment. As the man approached, the blankness gradually turned into inexplicable panic. He was almost like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He had just taken a step back, but now he was almost flying back from Yue Lao Temple to the foot of the mountain.

They were now standing not far from the entrance of Yue Lao Temple. If Qi Yu stepped back any further, there would be stone steps. Feng Ji was afraid that he would fall, so he raised his hand and pulled him back.

Faced with Qi Yu's panic-stricken expression, Feng Ji tried hard to calm his excitement. He wanted to laugh out loud, but was afraid of scaring Qi Yu. After a few struggles, he gave Qi Yu a rather twisted smile.

Qi Yu's mind was still reverberating with his words. Now, he was shocked by his expression and couldn't help but blurt out, "You, what's wrong with you...is your face cramping...?"

Feng Ji didn't even need to look in the mirror to imagine how awkward the expression on his face was.

I was too impulsive just now, but the words I asked must have scared Qi Yu.

He took several deep breaths and pinched his thigh several times before suppressing the ecstasy that was about to burst out of his heart. He said softly, "It's okay, baby... It's okay if you don't want to go in with me. I'll be out soon and won't keep you waiting too long."

After saying this, he seemed to be afraid that he would say something else because of his high emotions. His heart was pounding and he turned around and walked away quickly.

Qi Yu's heart was beating wildly. Everything that happened just now seemed to have been accelerated. He still hadn't come back to his senses.

Qi Yu subconsciously resisted Feng Ji's continued questioning, so his physical movements were very intense.

But when Feng Ji really gave up asking him, Qi Yu felt a strange sense of loss in his heart again.

Why don't you ask?

If Feng Ji continued to ask, would he be able to find out the source of this strange emotion and stop being so passive?

Watching the man's back gradually walking away, Qi Yu couldn't help but lower his head and kicked the small stone stuck in the gap of the stone slab in front of him with his toes in anger.

He clearly came out to travel to relax, but he was upset.

In his pocket, the hand holding the purse containing the two amulets tightened unconsciously.

With his toes stretched forward, the small stone was kicked out of the crack in the rock and rolled into the pile of weeds on the side of the road.

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Feng Ji entered the Yue Lao Temple alone, his heart beating so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his throat. His joyous mood affected him, making everything he saw seem to be filtered through a layer of gorgeousness. Every corner of the Yue Lao Temple was filled with beauty.

Even though he was just walking on the gray stone road, he felt as if the ground was covered with the thickest red carpet. The T-shirt he was wearing had turned into a formal dress. The tourists coming and going from all directions had become guests who came to congratulate him, and in front of him was the wedding scene of him and Qi Yu.

The moment Feng Ji noticed Qi Yu's mood change, he was overwhelmed by ecstasy and was about to confess his love.

It took all his self-control to stop himself from talking.

Now is clearly not the time.

The mountain was bustling with people coming and going. The sun was shining brightly and there were waves of heat in every breath. They had just climbed up the mountain and were all sweating.

It's really not a good place to confess.

He would express his feelings to Qi Yu, but never in this kind of environment.

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In front of the Yue Lao Temple, friends who had traveled with him kept leaving Qi Yu. His mind was in a mess and he didn't want to look at his phone, so he just stepped on innocent little stones for fun.

He never paid any attention to the tourists coming and going.

It was not until several girls walked out of the Yue Lao Temple that the conversation between them suddenly reached his ears.

A girl asked: "I just went to the restroom, and when I came out I saw someone else got two talismans. What's going on? Just now, someone in the Guanyin Temple only gave one peace talisman."

Another girl explained, "You wouldn't know if you didn't go in, but there's a Three Life Tree inside Yue Lao Temple. Some people ask for a talisman, put it in their purse, and then hang it on the tree. But you can also ask for two: one to hang on the tree, symbolizing three lifetimes of love, and one to take home and give to your significant other, symbolizing a love stronger than gold. Xiaoyue asked for two and planned to give them to Crush the day he confessed his love to her!"

The girl named Xiaoyue blushed and shyly pushed the girl who teased her away, "We haven't even started yet... stop talking."

"Don't be shy. You two are just one step away from breaking the window paper. When you succeed, you have to treat us to milk tea. I was almost exhausted from climbing the mountain today."

"Okay, forget about milk tea, I'll just treat you to a meal!"

"It's agreed, I want to eat frog fish hot pot."

"Stop talking. There's only overpriced cultural and creative ice cream on this mountain. There's nothing to eat. Besides, I'm starving."

A few people talked and laughed, and gradually disappeared from Qi Yu's sight.

After a while, Qi Yu lowered his head again, kicked the small stone under his feet forward, and thought a little irritably: Why hasn't Feng Ji come back yet?

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There are more singles these days, and people have to queue up to worship the God of Wealth. However, there are very few people who sincerely worship in front of Yue Lao. Most of them are tourists passing by to check in and take photos in front of the Three Lives Tree.

Feng Ji didn't have to queue up. After waiting for two or three people, it was his turn.

He held the unused incense in his hand and knelt reverently on the soft cushion.

An older monk stood beside the cushion, apparently waiting for him to make his wish and hand him the marriage talisman.

But Feng Ji thought that his wish might be a bit long, and he didn't know whether Yue Lao could hear his sincerity and help him realize it.

Under the statue of Yue Lao, the man stood with his back straight, holding the incense box between his palms, with his hands together, pressed against his forehead, and his eyes closed.

He thought that his first wish was to successfully confess his feelings to Qiyu on her birthday one month later, and officially be promoted from an unknown, jealous, and powerless sex buddy to a real boyfriend, and to officially announce their relationship to everyone, no longer hiding it and keeping a distance in the company.

Feng Ji bowed the first time.

His second wish was to have Qi Yu live in his house, or he could live in Qi Yu's house after he successfully confessed his love. He wanted to live with Qi Yu, to fall asleep happily in each other's arms every night, and to wake up the next morning to see her peaceful sleeping face, instead of being driven back to his own house alone except on weekends.

Feng Ji bowed for the second time.

The third wish is that all the peach blossoms except him will disappear, and Qiyu will only like him in this life... Wait a minute, there seems to be a Three Lives Tree behind the Yue Lao Temple. He hopes that Qiyu will only like him in this life, the next life, and the next life, and they will fall in love at first sight in every life.

Feng Ji bowed for the third time.

His fourth wish was for Qi Yu to accept his marriage proposal. Their wedding could be either Chinese or Western, or a combination of both, as long as Qi Yu liked it, he would make it happen. After marriage, they would be inseparable, deeply in love, and their sex life would be harmonious. Qi Yu would indulge him, increasing their frequency from once a week to four times a week.

Feng Ji bowed for the fourth time.

The fifth wish...

The sixth wish...

He kept praying.

The monk who was waiting to deliver the talisman couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

He glanced at the other tourists who were queuing up behind him, and then at the man in front of him who seemed to have countless wishes. For the first time, he wanted to speak up and drive him away.

He has been working here for so long, but this is the first time he has seen someone make a wish to Yue Lao for such a long time.

If you make so many wishes, can Yue Lao remember them all?

Finally, just when the tourists queuing outside the temple began to wonder, Feng Ji finally opened his eyes and placed the entire box of incense on the altar.

The monk immediately breathed a sigh of relief and handed him a light pink marriage talisman.

Feng Ji took it and said, "Please give me two."

According to the rules of Yue Lao Temple, if two talismans are requested, after the first worship, one must return to the back of the team and worship a second time to show sincerity.

But when the monk thought about the number of times the man had bowed just now, he was afraid that he would do it again, so he immediately took out another talisman and handed it to him.

Feng Ji took it and said thank you.

The monk looked at him and suddenly said, "Donor, please listen to my advice."

Feng Ji stopped and turned to look over.

The monk bowed to him pretentiously and said, "It's better not to be too obsessed with marriage."

Feng Ji moved his lips, but in the end he walked away without saying a word.

The monk shook his head helplessly and stood up again.

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The Three Lives Tree is just behind the Yue Lao Temple and can be reached by turning a corner.

It was an ancient tree with branches pointing towards the sky, lush leaves covered with prayers from pilgrims coming and going.

Many people were crowding in front of the tree to take photos and check in. Feng Ji walked around the crowd and, taking advantage of his height, hung the purse containing one of the marriage talismans on a separate branch.

After the purse was hung up, it shook gently in the air. In a short while, it became one with the tree branch like the other purses.

Feng Ji stared at the purse for a while before turning around and leaving. He walked across the wide stone road in front of Yue Lao Temple and saw Qi Yu standing by the roadside, bending over and stepping on stones.

Qi Yu lowered his head, his sun hat completely covering his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

But Feng Ji could guess that Qi Yu must be a little depressed.

As for why he was depressed, it was because the water for boiling the frog had begun to boil. As they spent time together day after day, the little frog in the pot developed feelings for him that went beyond the scope of a sex partner.

In short, Qi Yu also fell in love with him, but he had never felt this way before, so facing this unfamiliar feeling, Qi Yu was unable to think in the direction of "liking" him, so he was depressed and frightened.

If you confess your feelings rashly, there is a high probability that it will backfire.

It was time to close the net, and as the hunter, Feng Ji had enough patience.

After regaining his composure, Feng Ji quickly walked up to Qi Yu and whispered, "Baby, I'm back."

Qi Yu finally let go of the small stone, raised his head and glanced at him, then glanced at the marriage talisman in Feng Ji's hand, and suddenly asked, "Did you also ask for two talismans?"

Feng Ji stared into his eyes and nodded slowly, "Yes, I want to keep it as a gift for my future wife."

After saying this, he carefully put the talisman into the interlayer of his backpack.

Qi Yu looked away and stepped hard, but the little stone still couldn't escape the fate of being kicked away.

He has always been calm in handling things. No matter what difficulties he encountered or what choices he made, he always used rationality over emotion.

His emotional needs were infinitely compressed throughout his life, almost to the point of nonexistence.

As a result, in the current situation, with all kinds of emotions pulling at each other in his heart, and when his emotions were already in a posture of overwhelming victory, he had absolutely no experience to properly handle it.

At this moment, there is no other way except to let this emotion control me.

But he had just fallen into this emotional misunderstanding when Feng Ji took his hand the next second.

"Let's go, baby. It's time to go down the mountain. How about our special black duck stew for lunch? Or do you want something else?"

Qi Yu said sullenly, "I want to eat oranges."

Feng Ji immediately reached into his backpack, took out a large, plump orange and began to peel it.

"You can't just eat oranges for lunch. You have other plans this afternoon and you'll be hungry."

"Let's stay in the hotel in the afternoon." Qi Yu suddenly said.

Feng Ji was stunned. "Why do you suddenly want to stay in the hotel? Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

I'm going crazy because of the depressed mood.

Qi Yu looked at him steadily and repeated, "Stay in the hotel this afternoon."

"I want to do it."

This was the first time Qi Yu took the initiative after they became friends with benefits.

Feng Ji's nerves became excited almost instantly. He looked at Qi Yu's face, afraid that he was acting on impulse, so he confirmed it again.

"Baby, are you sure?"

Qi Yu nodded without hesitation.

Since I can't control my emotions, I might as well be direct.

Sleep is a good way to treat emotions. During the period when he was under the most pressure for the college entrance examination, he would take a day off to sleep soundly.

The same applies now.

If you feel dizzy, don’t think about it anymore.

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There was a sound of water splashing in the bathroom, which was made by Feng Ji taking a shower.

Qi Yu had already taken a shower and was wrapped in a white bathrobe provided by the hotel, which was completely naked inside.

After all, there is no point in wearing clothes, you have to take them off later.

This was the first time Qi Yu took the initiative to do something. The annoyance was greater than the embarrassment, which made him feel at ease.

He put on his slippers, walked to the wardrobe and opened the door again.

His eyes swept across the middle layer of strange props that were not within his consideration. Qi Yu squatted down, fixed his eyes on the condom Miaomiaowu on the bottom layer, and began to carefully select the flavor he would use later.

I have peaches at home, the experience is okay, but I’m a bit tired of it, so I pass.

Orange flavor... He just ate oranges this morning, so he passed.

Chocolate sounded a bit strange, and gave Qi Yu the illusion that it would make the quilt sticky, so he passed it up again.

Finally, Qi Yu's eyes stopped at an unexpected taste.

This thing actually smells like... cilantro???

Qi Yu's face suddenly showed an expression that was difficult to describe.

Who on earth invented this flavor? Is he going to drive those who don’t eat coriander to death?

Qi Yu covered his nose and looked away.

After picking and choosing, he felt that there was no difference between them except the one with coriander flavor.

In the end, Qi Yu chose the most common and most conventional strawberry flavor.

When Feng Ji came out of the bathroom, he saw Qi Yu squatting in front of the wardrobe and taking out a small umbrella from the small drawer.

Feng Ji walked up to Qi Yu in two steps and was flattered. "Baby, why are you so enthusiastic today?"

Qi Yu looked up at him and saw that he was shirtless again, and the bath towel around his waist was shaking due to the excessive movement.

He doesn't look like a serious person.

But now, there is no need for Feng Ji to be serious.

After staring at the source of his troubles for a long while, Qi Yu directly stuffed the small red square bag in his hand into Feng Ji's mouth and ordered, "Hold it in your mouth."

Feng Ji was stunned. When he met the young man's eyes as if he was looking at a dog, the blood in his body began to boil at this moment.

His breathing became rapid, and he obediently held a corner of the small square bag in his mouth. The emotion in his dark eyes had been replaced by gloom, and he stared intently at the young man in front of him who had fascinated him.

She is his future lover.

But at this moment, Qi Yu was more like his master.

The hand that was hovering by the lips moved from the chin to the chest, and the delicate fingertips left a series of heart-pounding itchiness on the skin.

From the chest to the lower abdomen, every place she passed by became uncontrollably hot and tense under the young man's teasing.

Until the hand stopped at the knot of the bath towel at the man's waist and gently pulled it. The damp white cloth slid down, and the scorching body temperature that hit him almost burned him.

Feng Ji's masseter muscles were tense, and he could almost hear the creaking sound of his back teeth rubbing against each other.

He couldn't muster even a shred of resistance towards Qi Yu. As long as the young man waved at him, he would follow him like a dog and would happily do whatever he was asked to do.

Under the man's fiery gaze, Qi Yu found the pair of black and white wolfhound ears and slowly put them on the man's head.

He said, "Let's go, puppy."

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It was already pitch black outside the window, and only a dim bedside lamp lit the room. A figure nestled in the warm quilt, a faint light from a cell phone illuminating his face, a beautiful, pale complexion.

Qi Yu was having a video call with Feng Ji, but what was shown on the other end of the screen was not Feng Ji's face, but baskets of fresh ingredients.

"I want quail eggs, beef with three flowers, and a bowl of instant noodles..."

It was 2:30 in the morning. Qi Yu had a sound sleep after working hard all afternoon and missed dinner. He heard that there was a local restaurant that served delicious mixed stew not far from the hotel. When Feng Ji heard Qi Yu said he wanted to eat it, he got dressed and drove to the restaurant to buy it.

After ordering the food, Qi Yu hung up the phone and sat there for a while, closing his eyes.

Sleeping was indeed a good remedy for him. His brain, which had been overwhelmed by emotions during the day, finally became clear after waking up from a good sleep.

Now, apart from some soreness in his lower back and a little hunger, he doesn't feel any discomfort.

Feng Ji, who was wearing dog ears, was very service-oriented and served him very well. However, he suddenly called him master in the middle of the service. Qi Yu was in high spirits at the time and didn't think anything of it. It was only afterwards that Qi Yu realized it and felt a little ashamed.

It was like he was playing some kind of role-playing, but that wasn't his real intention...

After yawning, Qi Yu slowly got up from the bed, slipping on his slippers and preparing to go to the bathroom. As soon as he got off the bed, his eyes unconsciously drifted to the trash can beside the bed.

Only the bottom of the trash can was used, and a layer of torn red square bags was thrown inside. This was the masterpiece they created in an afternoon.

If you think about it carefully, this guy climbed the mountain for a whole morning, came back and played around with him for a whole afternoon, and now he can still go out and buy him a midnight snack in high spirits.

If Feng Ji were a dog, he would be a Border Collie, with boundless energy and seemingly no sense of tiredness.

After mumbling to himself in the bathroom for a while, when Qi Yu came out after washing his hands, the doorbell rang in the front hall.

It should be Feng Ji and his midnight snack coming back.

As soon as he opened the door, Qi Yu smelled a delicious aroma, which instantly aroused his appetite.

No wonder the store name is so ordinary, but so many people recommend it. You can tell it’s delicious just by smelling it.

Feng Ji walked in and turned on all the lights in the front hall.

He glanced at the two long legs covered with kiss marks that were exposed under Qi Yu's loose pajamas and asked, "Are your legs still weak? Do you want a massage?"

Qi Yu walked to the dining table with him, and they sat at opposite corners. Hearing this, she raised her legs without hesitation and placed them on the man's thigh.

After Feng Ji helped him arrange all the dishes he had packed, he happily touched that leg and began to massage it.

While eating, Qi Yu opened the little green book that had been closed for a long time, and tapped his finger on the button to create a new account, hesitating whether to post a message to gather ideas like last time.

There is always a teacher among three people. He is not good at dealing with emotional problems, just like when he was in a depressed mood during the day, he was alone and it was easy for him to fall into misconceptions and miss the correct answers. Even if another hundred years passed, he would not be able to find a solution for himself.

But the internet is so vast, there are bound to be many people who can handle emotional issues. Who knows, what may seem troubling to him may seem trivial to others, and a few words may be enough to rescue him from his predicament.

After all, the last time he posted a thread, many people gave him very objective advice.

Although he was caught red-handed by Feng Ji that time, if Zhou Jiacheng hadn't found him on the hot list, it would have been impossible for Feng Ji, who hadn't even downloaded the little green book, to catch him.

This time when posting, Qi Yu learned from his last lesson and specifically looked at the people he might know on his main account, and then blocked them one by one with his newly created small account.

He didn't know which account Zhou Jiacheng belonged to. In order to prevent this person from launching another surprise attack, he would rather kill him by mistake than let him go.

Create a small account, change the avatar, use a VPN, and change the IP.

Pray that Momo will come back!

While editing the post, he also deliberately looked at the man who was massaging his legs.

With lowered eyebrows and eyes, he looked serious, and the strength in his hands was just right. It was obvious that he was serving with all his heart and had no time to care about what he was doing.

Soon, Qi Yu edited the post and clicked send.

However, the title this time was not as exciting as the last one, and it was also a newly created account, so Meimei was restricted by the official flow. When I looked at the post again after dinner, there was not even a like.

But Qi Yu was not in a hurry. He edited the post again, added a few more activity tags, and then exited the little green book and prepared to go to bed.

It's so late now, many people are asleep, so it's normal that the number of views is low. Who knows, someone might reply when you wake up.

After eating and drinking his fill, Qi Yu brushed his teeth carefully. However, because he had exhausted too much energy, he fell asleep as soon as he climbed onto the bed.

In the darkness, the young man's breathing was steady, and he was obviously fast asleep.

The man sleeping next to him opened his eyes at this moment, quietly turned the brightness of his phone to the lowest, flipped to the innermost folder, and opened an app that was quite incongruous for him.

Little Green Book, your life interest community.

The splash screen promotion flashed by quickly, revealing his personal homepage.

Feng Ji used the garbled ID that came with the app, and his avatar was also recommended by the system. At first glance, it looked like a computer.

But he had no intention of changing his profile picture or ID. Instead, he clicked on the search bar with a clear goal and quickly entered a string of text.

The next second after pressing the search button, a fresh post that showed as edited an hour ago appeared in front of Feng Ji.

Looking at the familiar Momo avatar, the man couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

Just now, when he was massaging Qi Yu's legs at the dinner table, he noticed that Qi Yu had opened the little green book. He originally thought that Qi Yu was bored with eating and wanted to read some posts to relieve his boredom.

But when the interface for creating a new account appeared, Feng Ji guessed what Qi Yu was going to do.

Assistant Qi is studious and inquisitive. There are rarely any problems in his daily work that he cannot solve, but if there are, he will definitely ask Feng Ji for help or other competent employees until he figures it out.

He continued this habit in his life, but it was difficult to ask people around him about these questions, so the best solution was to seek answers online.

In order to help netizens better understand his current troubles and to avoid being exposed again, Qi Yu blurred the relationship between himself and Feng Ji, but wrote about his own emotional changes and psychological activities in great detail.

Feng Ji read through it quickly, feeling secretly happy but unable to help laughing.

Qi Yu is quite smart most of the time, but when it comes to things like this, his brain freezes and he becomes a stupid cat.

The content of the post clearly analyzes one's inner thoughts so carefully, but one is still confused about the final result.

Feng Ji didn't know whether to say that he was the reincarnation of pure wood or that he was just confused by the situation.

The man's fingers flew across the input method, and words popped up one after another as he moved. Not long after, a reply, neither too long nor too short, appeared alone in the comment section.

Feng Ji put down his phone and looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in front of him. He couldn't help but raise his hand, bend his index finger, and gently scratch the straight nose.

"I don't even know what it feels like to like someone."

"What a stupid baby."

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The author has something to say: They are not together yet, but they will be together soon [glasses]

The first change in feelings was because of the little green book, and the second change in feelings was also because of the little green book. In fact, the real matchmaker was the little green book (bu

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