Chapter 146

The curtains were always drawn, witnessing a couple's departure from this bed and their return. The light, which had dimmed and then brightened, finally managed to squeeze in through the cracks, illuminating two intertwined hands in the dim light.

One was clean and slender, the other should have been fair and delicate, but a scar running across the back of the hand marred its original beauty. But they fell in a place that had been the site of such madness for so long, a tangle of hideousness and beauty. The present calm seemed woven with the chaos of the recent past, lending the scar a hidden beauty.

No one knows how many times it has been kissed.

Not long after, Qu Xing woke up. Seeing Ling Yin, his lower abdomen felt hot. Ling Yin's body temperature reminded him of the touch that had been fiercely pressed against him.

He suddenly closed his eyes, moved, and lay on Ling Yin's chest. Ling Yin raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck. The two of them still held hands.

Qu Xing opened his eyes again, and couldn't help but kiss Ling Yin on the chest.

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fault!

The back of his neck was sent into someone's mouth.

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regret……

Damn man!

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When the house finally regained its due light, Qu Xing no longer cared which sun it was in. He was now slumped on the sofa, watching Ling Yin standing at the long bar, carefully reading the instructions for the medicine he had just bought.

Qu Xing stared at his tall figure, with a mixture of fondness and an indescribable emotion.

He felt less like he was with Ling Yin than like he was the prey Ling Yin had brought back to his cave, and initially, he had been reluctant to eat it. All those things he had done before were just a few plays, a sniff, a lick. But he saw them as threats from a predator, a beast. He always felt like he was being eaten, terrified and begging for mercy. Now that Ling Yin had let him go, finally eating, he didn't even have a chance to plead for mercy. He could only whine feebly, being devoured without resistance. Under the extreme pressure, he even developed a perverse desire for submission.

Obviously, this man is still so elegant and handsome wherever he stands... and a little gentle, but Qu Xing just feels that his every curl of his lips and glance exudes a domineering aura of "I am your master".

He discovered that it was not him who had changed, but Ling Yin.

When will I be able to see this person's true face?

"Come here, baby." Ling Yin came over with a can of something and pulled him: "Apply it."

Qu Xing was limp and unmoved, lying flat on her back, scrambling to the edge of the sofa and hugging Ling Yin's thighs. Her hair was still messy, her lips were crimson. It was unclear what she was thinking, her eyelashes fluttering.

Ling Yin moved his legs: "Turn over."

Qu Xing held on tightly, moving along with his legs, and shook his head: "I don't need it."

Ling Yin: "It's not medicine, it's just to make you feel better."

Qu Xing: "I feel very comfortable."

Ling Yin took his hand away and sat down, intending to lift him up himself, but he was reluctant to use too much force, so he lifted him up lightly. Qu Xing climbed up with the force of his force, knelt down, clung to him, and put his face against his.

Ling Yin rubbed his back: "What's wrong?"

"Brother." Qu Xing stared at his collarbone.

Ling Yin: “Yeah.”

Qu Xing: "I'm embarrassed to meet your parents."

Ling Yin: “?”

Qu Xing: "I'm sorry for you."

Ling Yin: "Why?"

Qu Xing: "I feel ashamed when I think about their son being a bad boy who is addicted to alcohol and sex."

Ling Yin: "Only lust."

Qu Xing: “Oh.”

He let go of her hand and fell limply into the pile of pillows to lean against. Ling Yin looked at him with amusement, squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, his ears turned red, and he picked up a pillow and tried to suffocate himself again.

Ling Yin took it away from him and coaxed, "Apply it?"

Qu Xing shook his head: "No."

Ling Yin: "Didn't you say it was broken?"

Qu Xing: "Ling Yin!"

Ling Yin: "I knew you were lying to me."

Qu Xing turned over and pinched him: "Ling Yin, you want to die!"

Ling Yin smiled: "Still so energetic? You..."

"Get out!" Qu Xing stood up and stepped on Ling Yin to the ground, then turned around, jumped off the sofa and ran away angrily.

Ling Yin held the place where he stepped on and leaned against it for a while.

The two went to Ling Yin's house the next day.

Qu Xing said he was sorry, but he was actually very embarrassed. The first time he saw the place where Ling Yin had grown up, it was like falling into a granary. He put down his gift and enthusiastically followed An Yining around to see it.

"Wow—" Qu Xing touched a small dumbbell: "Did Ling Yin use this to exercise when he was a child?"

"Well, this is rarely used." An Yining smiled and said, "We're afraid he'll get sick, so we let him exercise. He doesn't like to move too much, so he usually just stays there—"

An Yining pointed to the window and said, "Do a plank. You can hold it for a long time."

Qu Xing: “Oh.”

Oh my, this is so cute! I was actually asked to exercise since I was young, why was I so quiet since I was young?

"Isn't there a time when he was very naughty and playful?" Qu Xing asked.

An Yining smiled and said, "He loves to play. He's so naughty...but he doesn't look like a playful kid on the surface. Everyone who sees him thinks he's a quiet kid."

Qu Xing opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Wow..."

An Yining said: "When he was one year old, he wasn't that strong, but when he was two or three years old, he started to cause trouble."

Qu Xing: "What destruction?"

An Yining: "When he was a little over two years old, he would take down and throw away everything he didn't like in the house, anything he thought was ugly or dirty, while we were in the living room."

Qu Xing was stunned: "Oh my god."

Is it so bad?

Devil boy.

"Then he...then he," Qu Xing asked worriedly, "Did he get beaten?"

An Yining smiled and said, "He didn't get beaten. His father educated him according to his taste."

Qu Xing: "Educational aesthetics?"

Didn't they teach him not to cause trouble?

An Yining laughed when he recalled it: "It was so small, but he took it apart beautifully and put it all in one place. His father brought it to him, and I sat in front of his work, watching his father take out each one and explain its use to him."

Qu Xing: “Puff.”

Oh my, so cute. How could he be so mean? This kid needs to be hung up and kissed.

Qu Xing: "Do you understand?"

"I understood some of it." An Yining smiled, "I even took a few back myself."

An Yining continued, "Before I was five, I liked to throw my bowl into the trash can after eating."

Qu Xing couldn't hold it in any longer: "Hahahahahahahaha."

Qu Xing asked curiously, "How can it be so bad?"

An Yining laughed and said, "People always say that he became so bad because we fed him a scorpion. He was very disobedient when he was in school... Oh, I wonder if Xiaoyin will feel embarrassed in front of you if I tell him."

Qu Xing: “No!”

An Yining waved her hand: "Oh no, I won't say anything. What if he gets embarrassed?"

Qu Xing was itching to do so: "He's not the type to be embarrassed, go ahead and tell me, An An."

An Yining: "People always want to save face in front of the person they like."

Qu Xing: "He doesn't care about face at all!"

So shameless.

An Yining smiled and pushed him out: "Ask him later, I'll tell you if he's willing."

Qu Xing immediately went to find someone.

Ling Yin was in the kitchen supervising his father cooking.

"Don't add chili peppers. He cries when he eats something spicy."

"Less oil."

"This skin is gone."

"You guys are cooking." Qu Xing came over: "Do you want my help?"

"No need." Ling Song waved his hand: "You two go out."

Ling Yin refused: "I'm afraid you'll make something he won't like."

"What don't you like to eat, son?" Ling Song turned around and asked.

"I don't like it..." Qu Xing looked at the ingredients on the table: "No, they are all my favorites."

Qu Xing happily hugged Ling Song's arm and leaned against him, rubbing it twice: "Uncle Song, you're amazing."

Ling Song's stern face couldn't hold back anymore. He laughed and asked, "I call you son and you call me uncle?"

Qu Xing was disrespectful and changed his words to "A Song."

Ling Yin suspected that Xingxing couldn't even bring himself to call his dad and mom, and it was definitely not because he was embarrassed - Xingxing even dared to hug his dad and act coquettishly.

Parents must be a very strange existence to him.

Ling Song also noticed it, but he didn't say anything else. He rubbed Qu Xing's head and said, "Go play with Xiao Yin."

Qu Xing let go of him and pulled Ling Yin out, asking, "I heard you were very naughty at school when you were little, brother?"

Ling Yin paused: "Did my mother tell you?"

Qu Xing: "No, she said she was afraid you would be embarrassed."

Ling Yin: “Oh.”

Although his expression remained impassive, Qu Xing could still see that the man was clearly relieved. He immediately became even more curious: "What? What? Why can't you tell me? I won't laugh at you."

Ling Yin was vague: "It was just a little conflict when we were very young."

Qu Xing: "I want to listen!"

Ling Yin: “No.”

Qu Xing: "Listen, tell me, tell me."

Ling Yin quietly pulled him to sit down.

Qu Xing shook him: "I want to know - tell me now!"

Ling Yin didn't say anything, but looked at An Yining questioningly. An Yining smiled back, turned around gracefully and floated away.

"..." Ling Yin withdrew his gaze and let Qu Xing sway dizzily without saying a word.

Qu Xing was really curious. He could even calmly talk about crying when he was a child. What happened that made him so unwilling to talk about it?

Qu Xing: "Ling Yin, Ling Yin, Ling Yin!"

Ling Yin: “…”

He had a stern look on his face, as if he would never tell anyone even if he died. Qu Xing knew there was no hope, so he fell back and whimpered, "I'm dead... It hurts so much. If I had known this would happen, why would you have told me?"

Ling Yin glanced at him with a smile, "It's okay, baby. Everyone has regrets."

Qu Xing ignored him, his eyes wandering around weakly, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of a piano leg behind the glass screen in the distance.

Qu Xing pointed at the piano legs and asked, "Is that a piano?"

Ling Yin: “Yeah.”

Qu Xing: "Whose?"

Ling Yin: "Mine."

Qu Xingdan sat up and looked at him expectantly.

Ling Yin was just trying to find something to overwrite his memory, so he smiled and said, "Let's go."

Qu Xing excitedly followed him to the piano and praised him before he even started playing: "You're so awesome, brother. How come you can play the piano? You're so handsome. You never told me. Ah~ So handsome. I really love you to death."

Ling Yin smiled and sat down.

Qu Xing looked at the piano bench and asked politely, "Can I sit down?"

Ling Yin was so cute that he burst out laughing: "Why not?"

Qu Xing restrained himself and sat down: "I'm afraid it's an important instrument, and I might disturb you if I sit here."

Ling Yin smiled: "Others can't, but you can do everything."

Qu Xing sat up straight and said, "Let's get started."

Ling Yin: "What do you want to hear?"

Qu Xing: "Whatever."

"Whatever?" Ling Yin: "Then I'll play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."