Chapter 67 Proposal
The marriage contract accurately conveyed Qi Juchen's joy to Qi Sijing. Qi Sijing couldn't help but curl his lips while covering his face with his palm.
Qi Juchen ruffled Qi Sijing's short hair, which felt quite nice, and reported in a low voice, "I'm leaving soon."
Qi Sijing stopped covering his face. He licked his lips, stood up, and looked straight at Qi Juchen. The pride in his eyes was unconcealable. "Did you come to see me specially?"
"Yeah." The man answered lightly, but his dark eyes always gave people the illusion of deep affection. "Have you been good?"
The words "Are you good?" naturally reminded Qi Sijing of the man's low voice in the morning, "Good boy, well done."
Like praising a puppy.
I really want to be a puppy.
Qi Sijing swallowed, lowered his eyes and didn't dare to stare at Qi Juchen anymore, for fear that if he saw that thing again, it would hurt.
"Be good...is there a reward?"
Qi Juchen narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to hook the collar around Qi Sijing's neck and pulled him closer. He leaned forward slightly, his lips almost touching Qi Sijing's ear, "Xiaojing, when you're punished, no matter how well you behave, you won't get any reward."
Qi Sijing felt an electric current flowing from his ears to his limbs and bones.
Only now did he remember that the fifty lashes he had received in the morning were a punishment for always forgetting the good morning kiss, not a benefit before work.
The locked place began to hurt again. Qi Sijing lowered his head slightly and stared at Qi Juchen's combat boots, his mind full of wild thoughts.
When Qi Juchen held the ruler in his hands...
When Qi Juchen ordered him coldly...
His brother looks really great in these combat boots. He wears them when he plays at home... cough.
I don't even remember whether I can still get this benefit of a good morning kiss tomorrow? Forget it... Qi Juchen said before that the right thing to do when you're not full is to ask for help.
It’s not like he wasn’t full... he was just starving.
Perhaps he looked too lost when he lowered his head to think about those dirty things, so Qi Juchen held his chin and forced him to raise his head.
The man's calloused fingertips stroked his Adam's apple, and his cold voice sounded in his ears.
"...I'll listen to you tonight."
Qi Sijing suddenly raised his head.
Are you hallucinating? His brother, who didn't even try to comfort you and kept slapping you twice to make you cry louder, actually said he would listen to you tonight?
"Really?" Qi Sijing's fox eyes suddenly lit up, staring straight at Qi Juchen, his eyes full of excitement.
Qi Juchen's breathing became heavier. He lowered his hands and took a step back, his voice lowering, "Really."
The communication bracelet rang at this moment. He dialed the bracelet to open the virtual screen and replied "Received". Then he looked up at Qi Sijing again and said, "I'm leaving."
"Okay." Qi Sijing's mind was full of plans for the evening. He pulled the belt of Qi Juchen's combat uniform and reminded him, "Brother, come back early."
Qi Juchen grabbed Qi Sijing's wrist and pressed Qi Sijing's wrist bone, "I understand."
Qi Sijing noticed that Qi Juchen's communication was still vibrating. He lowered his head to glance at Qi Juchen's bracelet, then remembered something and immediately raised his head. "Brother, let's go to the Information Technology Department tomorrow to replace the communicator with a ring-shaped one, okay?"
The ring-shaped communicator must be exchanged with a marriage certificate. What Qi Sijing meant is self-evident.
Qi Juchen's eyes were filled with dark colors. "You didn't propose to me."
Qi Sijing was stunned for a moment, and the redness on his ears that had just faded away came back again. He released his vampire form, and his golden hair fell down in an instant.
Qi Sijing held Qi Juchen's hand and brought it to his lips. He lowered his head and lightly touched the man's ring finger, then opened his eyelids and stared into Qi Juchen's eyes. His bright red pupils were full of piety. He lowered his voice and slowly recited an ancient saying.
Qi Juchen was distracted by those fox eyes that were filled with bewitching piety. His Adam's apple slid slightly, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Translation."
Qi Sijing curled the corners of his mouth slightly, lowered his eyelashes, lowered his head, and rubbed Qi Juchen's knuckles with his lips again, and said slowly, "He, sincerely invites you to crown me."
The first branch, to which Qi Sijing belonged, was the most sentimental, and so when a new king took the throne, they would not hold a succession ceremony but a wedding instead.
The final ceremony of the wedding is the crowning of the new king by his partner.
Ms. Xia and Chief Qi have passed away, so Qi Sijing's wedding can only be held three years later. He originally wanted to leave the proposal until three years later. Qi Juchen wants to hear it now, so it doesn't matter. He handcuffed the man early, and Qi Sijing felt relieved.
Almost at the moment Qi Sijing finished speaking, Qi Juchen grabbed his waist and pulled him into his arms.
Lips and teeth intertwined, ambiguous and tender, pulling and scratching.
Qi Sijing's lips changed from light to red, and from cool to hot.
"How should I answer in ancient language?" The man pulled his lower lip and murmured vaguely.
Qi Sijing closed his eyes and spoke again in a low voice with a slight tremor.
Qi Juchen raised his dark eyes, glanced at Qi Sijing's eyebrows, and repeated in a hoarse voice.
When he finished reading, Qi Sijing's breathing became tight and his ears were red as if dripping blood.
No? They're all ancient words, so why is it so sexy when his brother pronounces them?
It feels so good.
Before Qi Sijing could recover, he heard Qi Juchen say, "Translate."
"It's my great honor..."
"It's my honor."
The collar tightened slightly, and the man spoke again.
"Qi Sijing, return the oath that was released to me."
…
After coming out of the military area, Qi Sijing squatted on the curb and smoked two cigarettes without letting the upward curve of his mouth fall back.
Gui was in high spirits because of the good news. After smoking a cigarette, he harassed all the hundreds of members in the communication.
I accidentally sent a message to the CP group.
Directly stirred up huge waves.
But Master Qi only cared about causing trouble and not settling it down. He turned off the communicator, stood up, straightened his clothes, went to buy some things, and then went straight to the Martyrs' Cemetery of the General World Affairs Bureau.
Chief Qi was right. The old guys in the political district did make a three-story sculpture for him. They also made one for Ms. Xia next to it and placed it at the entrance of the Martyrs' Cemetery.
Qi Sijing looked up at the sculpture for a long time, let out a low breath, and slowly walked towards Grave No. 521.
There were various kinds of flowers placed in front of the tombstone. Qi Sijing squatted down and moved the flowers to make room in the middle. While talking, he slowly took out the things he had brought and placed them on the tombstone.
"Same thing, never taking me with you."
"Your sculptures are okay, but they're not as good as the snowman I made."
"Chief Qi, you're still not that good. Look at Yin Zhuo, he wiped out the independence movement as soon as he took office."
"...This is the awful tea you like. This candy belongs to Ms. Xia. Don't touch it."
"Mom...territorial affairs are not difficult, don't worry."
"From now on, I will have Brother Juchen and my brothers and sisters to accompany me... Just live peacefully in your world of two ghosts."
Qi Sijing paused, quickly lowered his head and blinked twice, cleared his throat, and then spoke again.
But when he finished reciting the ancient saying, his voice became hoarse.
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