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Who would have thought that even after the news of Ling Shengyi's transfer had spread, Ling Jianghan didn't say a word to him the next day, and even left him after evening self-study.
Qi Wuchen had long legs and big steps, so he could walk side by side with him without much effort, but he was burning with anger inside.
It was not until they returned home that Ling Jianghan finally spoke the first words to Qi Wuchen.
"I have finished my homework. You can do it by yourself tonight." Ling Jianghan ignored Chuyi lying on the ground, threw down these words and walked towards his bedroom.
Qi Wuchen pulled the man into the kitchen behind him and slammed the door shut.
Jiang Han was completely unprepared for him and was easily pressed against the wall behind the door.
Before Ling Jianghan could speak, Qi Wuchen's voice rang out softly, "If you have any dissatisfaction, just say it directly. Why are you leaving me out in the cold for a whole day like this for no reason?"
Ling Jianghan didn't answer, but frowned and said, "Let go."
Qi Wuchen would no longer listen to him at this point. He increased the strength in his hands and the anger in his tone became more obvious: "Answer me."
Unexpectedly, Ling Jianghan struggled a few times and then stopped moving. He looked up at the man who was half a head taller than him and said, "My hand hurts."
Qi Wuchen lowered his eyes and stared at the slightly red eyes under the slightly frowned brows for a long time. As soon as the strength in his hands loosened a little, Jiang Han pushed him to the side as expected, preparing to take this opportunity to open the kitchen door.
As soon as his hand touched the door handle, Qi Wuchen grabbed it back. As the sound of the word "Qi" came out, the remaining two words were held between his teeth.
Qi Wuchen pressed the back of Ling Jianghan's head with his left hand and lightly pinched his waist with his right hand, forcing him into a situation where he had no way to retreat.
Only when Ling Jianghan stopped struggling did Qi Wuchen retreat a fraction, still unsatisfied, and whispered softly in Ling Jianghan's ear, "Ling Jianghan, if you take half a step back, I'll take a hundred steps forward. If you don't believe me, try again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Jianghan suddenly grabbed Qi Wuchen's collar and bit straight into his collarbone.
Qi Wuchen didn't move, letting him bite for a while before asking, "Why are you hiding from me?"
Ling Jianghan didn't look up, buried his face and said nothing.
Qi Wuchen pinched his waist and said helplessly, "Speak."
This made Jiang Han shrink back, still not planning to speak.
Qi Wuchen was worried about hurting her, so he only twisted it lightly before switching to kneading. He sighed and said, "Even if you don't say it, I know what you're thinking. You're too shy, and you're afraid that I don't like you anymore, right?"
Ling Jianghan still didn't say anything, and tightened his arms around his neck.
Qi Wuchen lowered his head and kissed Ling Jianghan lightly on the face a few times, then asked in a very soft voice, "I still like you, do you want to continue to be with me?"
Ling Jianghan didn't respond and reached out to push him away: "Let me take a shower first."
Qi Wuchen smiled, and before he could take a few steps, he pulled him back: "Let's go together."
Ling Jianghan actually shook his hand away at this moment: "Get lost."
After taking a shower, he went to the bathroom in Qi Huochen's bedroom to get a hair dryer. Just as he finished drying his hair, Qi Huochen grabbed his hand from behind.
Ling Jianghan stared at the person in the mirror and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Sleep here with me tonight." Qi Wuchen put the hair dryer back into the drawer with his other hand.
Ling Jianghan ignored him, pulled his hand back and walked out.
Qi Wuchen grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms, smiling and asking, "Where are you going?"
"What do you think?" Ling Jiang Han looked at him indifferently.
Qi Wuchen buried his head in Ling Jianghan's neck and kissed him, then spoke to him in this position: "I've put the papers and pens on the table. What else do you want to get?"
Jiang Han was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He turned around to look at Qi Wuchen's smiling face and immediately became angry again. Without saying a word, he elbowed him.
"It hurts so much, Jiang Han." Qi Wuchen complained pitifully, covering his chest.
Ling Jianghan didn't want to take on this role, so he just snorted lightly and left.
He had just sat down at the table, and before he could even hold his pen firmly, he felt a weight on his shoulder. Qi Wuchen's voice rang very close to his ear: "Jiang Han, I really have finished my homework. How about you hold me while I do it?"
Before Ling Jianghan could answer, the other party had already sat on him.
"Get out of the way." Ling Jianghan poked Qi Wuchen twice with the pen cap and said with a frown, "You're so heavy."
"Then I'll hold you and write?" Qi Wuchen said, then picked up the person and put him on his lap.
Jiang Han was quite light, so holding him in his arms was a bit uncomfortable. Qi Wuchen hugged him tightly and moved forward. He took a math test paper and placed it in front of them, adding fearlessly, "I'll watch you write."
Jiang Han didn't say anything or struggle. He lowered his eyes and stared at the paper for a few seconds, then actually started to write the questions in this posture.
At first, Qi Wuchen was lying on Ling Jianghan's shoulder and watching with great interest, but later he stared at the other's handsome profile in a daze.
In his previous life, how long did his young prime minister live while wearing that white jade bracelet?
As he thought about this, he actually asked, "Jiang Han, how did you... become?"
The pen on the paper suddenly stopped, and the rustling sound of writing stopped abruptly.
Jiang Han's eyes, staring at the paper, flashed with a trace of confusion that others could not catch, but that confusion was quickly replaced by a smile in his eyes.
When he spoke again, the pen in his hand had already written an answer on the paper, and his tone was a little proud: "Of course, live a hundred years."
Qi Wuchen pinched Ling Jianghan's wrist, which once wore the jade bracelet, and buried his face in the other's shoulder without saying a word.
If Qi Wuchen were given the chance to do it again, he would never put the Qi family jade bracelet on Ling Jianghan's wrist.
After his death, if Jiang Hanruo could find another lover and spend several more seasons with him, that would be fine. But if Jiang Hanruo had to suffer the torment of memories like Zhou Yuyi, he couldn't bear it no matter what.
He didn't want Ling Jianghan to suffer any kind of hardship.
Qi Wuchen sighed very softly in Jiang Han's ear, and the emotion in his voice made it impossible to tell whether it was joy or sorrow: "Jiang Han..."
Jiang Han's heart moved, knowing that he didn't believe him. He couldn't help but stop writing and slowly said, "In your previous life, you didn't keep your promise and return to Beijing on time. God must have pity on me because I did so many good things, so he let me die early to avoid the pain of missing you. There's nothing to be confused about."
Qi Wuchen heard that he was not going to die by suicide, and thinking of the common saying that lovesickness can lead to illness, he asked tentatively, "Are you sick?"
"What's wrong with you?" Ling Jianghan said calmly, but his eyes looked at him with a hint of resentment: "Just let that bastard Cheng Yu die of poison."
Qi Wuchen frowned when he heard this: "Why did he do that to you?"
"I can't get the love I want." Ling Jianghan said leisurely and leaned into his arms.
Qi Wuchen's expression turned even uglier upon hearing this. He gently pinched his waist and asked in his ear, half surprised and half angry, "He still has such thoughts about you?"
Ling Jianghan grabbed the dishonest hand on his waist and explained in a calm tone: "By the time I knew it, it was already too late."
"You're quite charming." Qi Wuchen held his hand back and exclaimed in admiration.
"How can I be your man if I'm too young?" Ling Jiang Han stood up and continued to write the questions.
Qi Wuchen also sat up straight and put his head on Ling Jianghan's shoulder without saying a word: "I didn't go for your face at the beginning."
Ling Jianghan glanced at him and said, "If you keep talking, will I finish this paper? Will I sleep?"
Qi Wuchen buried his face tactfully and said nothing more.
Jiang Han thought that he was asleep, so he quietly cleaned up everything and prepared to move him to the bed. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up from the chair, Qi Wuchen suddenly picked him up horizontally.
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