Chapter 53 What does it feel like
Qi Sijing curled up on the ground, his shoulders shaking slightly, not because of the extreme pain, nor because of his superb acting skills, but simply because he was trying to hold back his laughter.
Yin Youshan staggered to his feet from the ground, supporting himself with a chair. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He wanted to walk over and kick Qi Sijing before he could even stand steadily.
Qi Juchen lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea. He flicked his phantom weapon lightly and put Yin Youshan back on the ground.
Yin Youshan covered his buttocks and gasped, roaring: "Qi Juchen, what the hell are you crazy about?"
"Don't touch him for three days. These are the chief's exact words." Qi Juchen didn't even raise his eyes, his tone remaining calm. "If you want to touch him, wait until I set up the camera."
Yin Youshan covered his swollen purple face and pointed at Qi Juchen and Qi Sijing fiercely, "Just wait!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out angrily.
Qi Juchen: "Take the shoelaces."
Yin Youshan cursed loudly, turned around, put on his shoes, glared at Qi Juchen fiercely, and slammed the door.
When the house was completely quiet, Qi Sijing stopped laughing and sat up. He looked up at Qi Juchen for a while and asked softly, "Did my father... commit suicide?"
Qi Juchen lowered his eyes and looked at Qi Sijing. He didn't answer. He took out the file and placed it in front of Qi Sijing, then stood up and walked towards the study.
Qi Sijing grabbed Qi Juchen's wrist through his clothes and asked, "Can you give me a pack of cigarettes?"
Qi Sijing asked for a pack, but Qi Juchen only picked out one and handed it to Qi Sijing's lips.
The young vampire was stunned for a moment, raised his lower lip slightly, and leaned forward with his eyelashes drooping, ready to take the cigarette holder.
Qi Juchen frowned slightly, and another scene flashed through his mind.
In the picture, the pink-haired young man clasped his hand and lowered his head slightly, wanting to bite the cigarette in his hand. He moved his hand aside to avoid it, and the young man raised his head blankly and looked at him with his agate-like eyes.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, Qi Juchen imitated the scene in the video and slightly turned his hand, leaving Qi Sijing with nothing to bite.
Qi Sijing was distracted for a moment, and remembered the cigarette in the storage room of the Australian College. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. After he came to his senses, he slightly curled the corners of his lips, and like before, he cooperated and obediently moved forward and bit the cigarette holder as he wished.
Qi Sijing let out a snort of laughter from his throat, raised his head to look at Qi Juchen, and raised his eyebrows with a hint of pride.
Qi Juchen pursed his thin lips, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and his eyes darkened.
He lit the lighter, and Qi Sijing raised his hand to hold the cigarette body and put the cigarette butt close to the flame.
When Qi Sijing raised his head again after exhaling smoke, he only caught a glimpse of Qi Juchen's hurried back and slightly red ears.
Qi Sijing raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head slightly. When he looked at the file again, the smile in his eyes disappeared completely, replaced by cruelty and gloom.
The archives don't remember everything in detail, but those few sentences are enough to imagine what happened that day.
All 28 vampire children who died in the orphanage had been injected with Q473.
How did Xia Qingfei feel when he saw the children he had carefully nurtured go crazy and die one by one?
How does it feel to be injected with nearly forty tubes of drugs, lose your mind, and kill your beloved husband with your own hands?
How does it feel to have your head cut off when your heart is dead?
How did Qi Quzheng feel when he saw his lover in extreme pain but was powerless to do anything?
How does it feel to have your heart crushed by your lover’s bare hands?
Qi Sijing suddenly closed his eyes and grabbed the fluff on the carpet tightly with his hands.
Overwhelming hatred and heart-wrenching pain mixed together.
A mouthful of sweet and fishy taste overflowed from his mouth. Qi Sijing suddenly pulled the cigarette butt out from between his lips and raised his hand to cover his mouth. His whole body began to tremble slightly.
Blood seeped through his fingers and stained the carpet.
Qi Sijing roared hoarsely, and all that lingered in his mind was the rope tied to Min Nian's gate and the dead man with his eyes open under the rope.
He took his hand away from his lips, slowly opened his eyelids, and his eyes gradually focused.
Qi Sijing stared at the blood in his palm for a long time.
On October 3rd, when he untied the rope with his own hands, his palms were covered in blood.
Qi Sijing closed his eyes and swallowed the sweet and fishy blood in his throat. He raised his hand and took a few pieces of paper to wipe the blood off his palms.
When Qi Juchen came out of the study, Qi Sijing was biting on a cigarette that he had found from somewhere, watching the melodramatic TV series with drooping eyelids and a calm expression.
Qi Sijing heard the footsteps and looked up at Qi Juchen. The redness at the corners of his eyes had not yet faded, but his tone and expression were normal. "Brother, I accidentally stained the carpet."
Qi Juchen looked in the direction Qi Sijing pointed, stared at the bloodstain for a while, squatted down, grabbed the hem of Qi Sijing's clothes and lifted them up.
Qi Sijing was stunned for a second.
Qi Juchen didn't find any blood on Qi Sijing's body, so he raised his hand to grab Qi Sijing's waistband again.
Qi Sijing came to his senses, grabbed his brother's wrist, and said with a wry smile: "Brother, I vomited that."
Qi Juchen frowned, raised his hand and pinched Qi Sijing's face, forcing Qi Sijing to open his mouth with a little force.
Qi Sijing blinked blankly.
Not finding any blood between the lips and teeth, Qi Juchen touched the tip of Qi Sijing's teeth with his thumb with a gloomy look, lowered his hands, stood up, and bent down to turn off the virtual screen.
Qi Sijing licked the tip of his teeth, grabbed Qi Juchen's wrist, raised his head pitifully with his fox eyes drooping, and said, "Can you let me finish reading it?"
Qi Juchen was speechless for a long time while listening to the derogatory lines. He stared at Qi Sijing's eyes for a while and finally withdrew his hand.
Qi Sijing chuckled, turned back to continue reading, and while reading he pulled Qi Juchen to talk, "Brother, can you give me back my pendant?"
"No." Qi Juchen said without explaining and walked towards the entrance.
Qi Sijing glanced over there and saw Qi Juchen changing his shoes, so he quickly got up and went over.
"Want to go out?"
"Yeah." Qi Juchen responded calmly, lowered his eyes, took off the communication bracelet and handed it to Qi Sijing, then took out a spare communication from the cabinet and buckled it on his wrist.
Qi Sijing rubbed Qi Juchen's communication bracelet with his thumb, and just before Qi Juchen put his hand on the door handle, he touched Qi Juchen's shoulder, tilted his head forward and kissed the man's thin lips.
He stared into Qi Juchen's eyes and asked in a low voice, "When will you be back?"
Qi Juchen didn't push him away, but lowered his eyelashes to avoid his gaze, "I don't need to report to you."
"Okay." Qi Sijing lowered his hands regretfully and took a step back. "Is there any food in the kitchen, brother? Come home for dinner tonight. I'll cook for you, okay?"
Qi Juchen raised his eyes again, glanced at Qi Sijing's moving red lips, turned around and walked out, "It's up to you, stay put and don't open the door."
Qi Sijing chuckled, leaned over and rubbed Qi Juchen's earlobe with his lips. Seeing that spot instantly turn red, he slowly replied: "I promise to wait for you to come back."
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