Chapter 151 New Game
"Madam, there is a medium-sized truck downstairs. There is no driver. Inside are apples that Mr. Jiang bought for the young master. The speakers cannot be turned off."
"Mr. Bai, come down quickly~"
Bai Qiulu frowned, took the handkerchief handed to her by the bodyguard, and slowly wiped her hands, "Why is there still a sound?"
"The sound will only stop if the young master goes down in person to do the facial recognition verification."
Bai Qiulu turned around and looked outside the door. Jiang Yanyu and his boyfriend were hiding outside the door, with only the corners of their clothes sticking out.
"Louis!"
As soon as Bai Qiulu shouted, Jiang Yanyu suddenly grabbed Luo Qinglin's hand, pulled him towards the safe staircase, opened the door and hid in the stairwell.
The stairwell of the private hospital was dark, with only the emergency sign embedded in the wall glowing green, faintly in the night.
Boom!
After closing the door, Jiang Yanyu stretched out his arms, hugged Luo Qinglin tightly, restrained him in his arms, and leaned his back against the door for defense.
"Why should we run and hide?" Luo Qinglin stuck his head out and asked in a hollow voice.
"Hush! Don't make any noise," Jiang Yanyu gently patted Luo Qinglin's back to comfort the "frightened" precious canary, "Someone is trying to kill us."
Hunting...
The vixen has only been quiet for a few days, and now she's starting to act up again?
Bai Shengyun's face was swollen from being beaten in the ward. Although he was usually a bit talkative, annoying and childish, his hand was still injured. It was really unreasonable to leave him there to be beaten.
Luo Qinglin was not in the mood to act, so he grabbed Jiang Yanyu's face and said, "We can act after we get home. You can act as long as you want."
Jiang Yanyu didn't say anything. Luo Qinglin frowned slightly and said, "What's the situation now? Why don't you go and persuade Aunt Bai Yuxi Tuandui? What if they take Bai Shengyun away for certification and then bring him back to continue fighting?"
Luo Qinglin looked very serious, his eyes were filled with anxiety, shining brightly in the dim light, like a pearl hanging outside the window at night, with a flawless beauty that could tempt people to have bad thoughts.
Jiang Yanyu did not answer, but stared into the beautiful peach blossom eyes. He felt inexplicably irritated and his throat was dry, and he urgently needed nectar to relieve his thirst.
"Are you so concerned about Bai Shengyun?" Jiang Yanyu leaned forward, forehead against forehead, covered Luo Qinglin's head with one hand, and asked closely, shortening the distance.
"I......"
Luo Qinglin was about to answer when the fingers on his head suddenly retracted, grasping his hair and pulling it down, forcing him to raise his head.
The fine pain like particles in the hair was not serious. The lips touched and were almost sticking together. The eager and close breathing was like an anesthetic, numbing the pain in the hair.
"I was the first one to run over and save him today," Jiang Yanyu asked in a low voice, lowering his eyes, "You care about him so much, is he prettier than me in your eyes?"
After playing this drama so many times, Luo Qinglin knew at a glance that the vixen was acting like a spoiled child again and was deliberately looking for reasons to cause trouble.
"I don't care. I'm just worried that the kid has been punished too much." Luo Qinglin glared at him, too lazy to play along, and asked directly, "What do you want to do now? Play games? Punish me? Didn't you say you wanted to heal your wounds and abstain from sex and not touch me?"
Jiang Yanyu tightened his fingers, grasped the thin threads with his fingertips, and deliberately pulled a strand of hair, wanting to see a look of pain in those bright and innocent eyes.
"Hiss...Ha..." The pain in the hair gathered and converged at one point, forming a sharp pain, like a small needle gently pricking it.
Luo Qinglin frowned but did not resist. He softened in Jiang Yanyu's arms, slightly opened his mouth and exhaled softly to relieve the pain.
Jiang Yanyu smiled, his eyes shining with excitement, as if he had got a new toy. He pulled on them one by one, unable to let go.
However, considering that Jin Si Canary cherished his not-so-thick hair very much and even worried about his receding hairline from time to time, Jiang Yanyu did not go too far. He only used a small amount of strength to pull that one hair, which was almost in danger, and then pulled another one, without really pulling out all the hair.
"Luo Qinglin, would you like this?"
It was obviously Jiang Yanyu who liked it, but she asked Luo Qinglin whether he liked it or not, turning the tables on him.
Luo Qinglin lowered his eyes and stared straight at Jiang Yanyu. His eyes became seductive, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a provocative smile, "I like it. But this is too light, it's meaningless, I want a punishment, a heavy punishment."
Jiang Yanyu twisted a strand of hair, reluctantly pulling it hard before letting go. He took the thin thread wrapped around his finger and quietly put it into his pocket.
Jiang Yanyu put away her hair and asked with a smile, "What is considered heavy?"
Without waiting for Luo Qinglin to answer, Jiang Yanyu raised his hand and gently placed it on his neck, "I thought of a new game, do you want to play it?"
The fingers gradually tightened, wrapping around the thin neck, with increasing force, reaching the critical point where breathing could be achieved.
"Want to play?" Jiang Yanyu leaned closer and asked Luo Qinglin with her lips close to his.
In the darkness, a familiar possessive desire came over him. It seemed scary, but to Luo Qinglin it was like a warm swaddling cloth, leading him forward and falling into the vortex of control of love.
His heartbeat gradually quickened, pounding. Luo Qinglin closed his eyes and took the initiative to kiss him, lightly touching his plump lips. "I miss you, brother."
The moment of silence is the eve of a stormy game.
After a few seconds, Jiang Yanyu stepped back slightly, distanced himself, and said softly, "Be good, kiss me if you can't stand it."
His fingers suddenly tightened, and the air in his throat seemed to be sucked out. Luo Qinglin held his breath on his own initiative, not revealing a single trace, and was extremely obedient.
Lack of oxygen magnified the senses infinitely and made them sharp. Jiang Yanyu's slightly unstable breathing floated to his ears, like the sweet flower juice that aroused desire, making Luo Qinglin unable to help but get closer.
The five senses became connected, but something went wrong.
After the refreshing mint scent entered his nasal cavity, it turned into a seductively blooming blue houndstooth grass, exploding in Luo Qinglin's imagination and paralyzing his vision.
The imagination becomes weird with the lack of oxygen. In the last second, the sky is full of stars falling down, and in the next second, the stars lose gravity and fly back to the sky.
When his consciousness was about to blur, Luo Qinglin still remembered the agreement. He closed his eyes, raised his head, and moved forward for a kiss.
Before his lips touched that softness, the hand on his neck withdrew its strength and hugged Luo Qinglin's back, holding him tighter.
Oxygen flowed into the respiratory tract and consciousness returned to normal.
This time the kiss was not about biting or gnawing. Jiang Yanyu just pressed lightly against her, sucking on her lips. When he had kissed enough, he moved to the gap between her lips and gave a soothing kiss.
Luo Qinglin was in desperate need of air and gasped loudly, but his mouth was blocked by the kiss. His unstable breath leaked out, trembling and shaking, spreading in the darkness, arousing people's imagination.
They kissed like this until Luo Qinglin's breathing stabilized, and then Jiang Yanyu let go of his lips.
"Do you like it this way?" Jiang Yanyu asked in a low voice.
Luo Qinglin opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable waves, and he answered in a soft voice: "I like it."
"Do you still want to play?"
"Yes." Luo Qinglin answered without hesitation.
As soon as he finished speaking, a palm came over his neck again, tightening unexpectedly, cutting off the breath he was able to get during the rest period.
And this time, along with the lack of oxygen, he also suffered from Jiang Yanyu's biting kiss.
Imagine trying to jump around in the lack of oxygen, but being pulled back by the pain between your lips and the rusty taste of blood.
Her body subconsciously wanted to escape, but Luo Qinglin grabbed Jiang Yanyu's collar and offered her his lips and kiss without any resistance.
In the dark night, entanglement, lack of oxygen, kisses, comfort...over and over again.
When the last game ended, Luo Qinglin half leaned on Jiang Yanyu's shoulder, his head was dizzy, and his lips were half open to breathe.
"BB, after playing this game, just wait until next week, okay?" Jiang Yanyu said in a gentle voice.
Her throat felt like it was on fire, her voice was slightly hoarse, and Luo Qinglin whispered coquettishly, "Why? Can't you shorten the time limit a little bit?"
Jiang Yanyu was silent for a moment, his eyes dimmed, and he replied, "I don't want to do it so often. You'll get bored if it's too frequent."
"How could I possibly feel bored..."
"You will! You'll get tired of it one day."
Luo Qinglin was interrupted harshly halfway through his words. Jiang Yanyu's voice was nervous and he was obviously on edge. It didn't seem like he was pretending to act, but he really thought so and even felt that this was an established prophecy.
After being interrupted, the stairwell fell into a brief silence, with the alarm sounding softly from time to time, making a "beep, beep" sound.
The arms on my back suddenly tightened, causing my waist to ache and my bones to seem like they were about to break.
Luo Qinglin endured the pain and quickly comforted her, saying, "Okay, okay, I'm not in a hurry. I was just joking."
Jiang Yanyu lowered his eyes and looked down at Luo Qinglin, half-closed his eyes and studied his sincere and harmless expression for a while, then slowly loosened his arms.
"Brother, you can use any frequency you want. I will listen to you. Don't be nervous." Luo Qinglin put his face against Jiang Yanyu's chest, half of his body leaning softly in his arms, showing a look of weakness.
Jiang Yanyu didn't say anything. His rationality returned as the tension subsided. He remained silent for a long time before he finally kissed Luo Qinglin's forehead lightly with an apologetic look on his face.
"I'm sorry," Jiang Yanyu's voice was filled with regret, "I've been always..."
He is always like a madman. As long as you say something or make an unexpected move, he will go crazy, worrying about gains and losses, feeling uneasy, and having bad thoughts.
Jiang Yanyu couldn't continue speaking halfway because it was easy for him to pretend to be weak in the teasing game, but it was difficult for him to really show weakness. It was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.
"It's okay," Luo Qinglin quickly took over the conversation and said in a gentle voice, "This kind of emotion is normal. Any couple will have this kind of emotion, including me. Don't be too nervous, brother."
"You will have it too?" Jiang Yanyu looked unconvinced and stared at him and asked, "When?"
when?
It might have been in high school when he saw Jiang Yanyu surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women.
It could also be that when countless media magazines were chasing after Asian Purple Star model Jiang Yanyu, he was just an unknown photographer struggling day and night for a living.
It could also be when he heard the false rumors that Jiang Yanyu had loved countless straight men, and he believed them without hesitation and even learned to pretend.
But none of these old excuses can be used, because he made the wrong choice by pretending to be a straight man, which he is not.
Luo Qinglin smiled faintly and replied: "When you are on the stage, everyone will admire you, love you, take pictures of you, and miss you. When I sit in the audience, I always think, it would be great if you were mine alone."
Mixed with a false timeline, Luo Qinglin gave a half-true and half-false reason.
Jiang Yanyu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he vowed: "I will retire next year and quit the show business, you don't have to be afraid."
He was not afraid of others spying on him. Luo Qinglin was just afraid that Jiang Yanyu would stop loving him one day.
"You actually don't have to retire..." Luo Qinglin wanted to persuade.
"No, I will retire on time," Jiang Yanyu firmly denied, "because I have already got what I wanted."
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Jiang Yanyu: Now that I have a wife, I don’t want to be a model anymore. I want to eat as much as I want!
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