Chapter 40 Chapter 40 "Someone said." ...
"Someone has said so."
Ning Ji seemed to remember something, wrinkled his nose, and looked a little unhappy.
Yan Sui smiled and paused while pinching his nose.
He was indeed a little bit naive - he liked teasing Ning Ji, but if someone really said that Ning Ji was so cute, he would start to feel uncomfortable.
"Who praised it? A man or a woman?"
Ning Ji was not happy to tell him and looked at him sideways, "Why are you asking so many questions?"
Yan Sui: "You can also ask me."
Ning Ji pushed him and muttered, "Who would ask you such a question?"
A grown man, being cute all the time, it's very strange.
Ning Ji took off his scarf, stood up and walked from the living room of the suite to the bedroom. The background wall of the bedroom bedside was made of soft material. He fell back on the soft bed, yawned, and asked Yan Sui to take a shower quickly.
No matter how patient he was, he would be too tired to stand after going through so much trouble.
Ning Ji, who was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, raised a finger and said in a sleepy voice, "Brother will stay with you for another hour."
"After taking a shower, if you're in a bad mood, I'll chat with you for an hour and then go to sleep."
Yan Sui folded the scarf that Ning Ji had casually placed on the leather sofa and hung it on the coat rack in the entrance. Upon hearing this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Really?"
The kitten lying on the bed: "Don't cheat anyone, young or old."
Yan Sui: "What if I cry? Can I cry on your shoulder?"
Ning Ji: “???”
He opened his eyes immediately, got up, and looked at Yan Sui carefully, stuttering, "Are you really crying?"
He racked his brains and finally managed to come up with one sentence: "Don't be sad... It's not worth crying for those people..."
I clearly said that I would only chat for an hour and then go to bed, but because of what he said, I started to sit on the bed and ponder, looking at him eagerly: "Are you really going to cry? Don't cry."
Yiningji had little experience in coaxing people, and all he could say over and over again was "Don't cry."
After coaxing Yan Sui for most of the day, he finally managed to get him to take a shower. Ning Ji lay on the pillow, frantically searching for words of comfort for his friend who had run away from home.
Yan Sui finished his shower and put on a black bathrobe. When he saw Ning Ji, he said to him, "Don't be sad. Think about your grandfather... He wouldn't want you to be so sad."
Yan Sui blinked and suddenly laughed, thinking that if the old man was really alive, the first thing he would do would be to hit him with his cane.
Why learn something else but learn how to cheat and defraud?
But only the kindest and softest kitten in the world would be deceived by him.
Yan Sui sat on Ning Ji's bed, "Can we sleep together tonight?"
Ning Ji was stunned: "Ah?"
Yan Sui had already naturally lifted the quilt, lying on the bed, and tilted his head to look at him: "Night chat, didn't you say you could chat with me for an hour?"
Ning Ji was stunned: "Chatting on the same bed?"
Yan Sui pulled the quilt and said calmly: "Well, isn't this how we usually chat at night?"
"No, when you chat in the dormitory, do you have to crawl into someone else's bed?" Ning Ji looked shocked.
He used to occasionally chat with Gao Xing and his group in the dormitory at night, but they always stayed in their own beds, and he never saw them get out of bed and get into someone else's bed while chatting.
But Yan Sui not only crawled into the bed, he also put his arm around his waist and held him tightly in his arms like a large doll, saying that his heart was broken into pieces and his chest was leaking air, and he wanted to hold someone to plug the leak.
Ning Ji couldn't help it, he smiled and kicked, "Are you sick? Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid?"
Yan Sui bent his long legs slightly, and flexibly clamped his kicking foot with his knees. He stretched out his long arms, turned off the dim bedside lamp on the bedside table, and called Ning Ji "brother" casually, stretching out his voice.
"Ning Ji, Brother Ning, can you take in this homeless and sad person?"
Ning Ji was a very soft-hearted person, not to mention that when he heard Yan Sui calling him brother, his face was still tense, but he put down his kicking leg and let it be held by two long, slender and powerful legs.
That's Yan Sui!
Yan Sui called him brother, what a meaning!
Ning Ji struggled a few times without much effort. He muttered that it was just this time and reached out to grab the quilt to cover Yan Sui's eyes.
His earlobes were a little red, and he said in a very cool way: "You can lean on my chest to heal your wounds."
Yan Sui laughed so hard in his quilt that his chest was shaking, but he tried not to laugh out loud - if he did laugh out loud, he would probably be kicked off the bed by the angry kitten.
Ning Ji felt his chest close to a warm heat source, and warm and moist breath sprayed down.
Yan Sui: "Okay."
Ning Ji originally felt a little itchy from the warm and moist breath on his chest and wanted to step back, but when he heard the injured Yan Sui say this, he immediately suppressed his desire.
He even straightened his chest so that Yan Sui could lean on his chest and cry.
Ning Ji continued coolly: "You can free yourself now, I can't see."
He added: "Don't worry about getting my clothes wet."
Yan Sui's breath was getting hotter and hotter, his voice was tight and a little hoarse - "It's okay if my clothes get wet?"
This position is extremely convenient. I can suck it without even lowering my head, and the thin underwear is soaked through.
Ning Ji will call it out.
Will you cry?
Or can't even scream? Can only squeeze out some breathy crying sounds from the throat?
Ning Ji rarely does this kind of thing himself, can he withstand the stimulation of gently biting and pulling a small thing with teeth?
Will you be unable to bear it after eating for a while?
Yan Sui didn’t know whether Ning Ji could bear it or not, he only knew that he couldn’t bear it anymore, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
“…”
The quilt was suddenly pulled open. Ning Ji looked at Yan Sui coolly as he pulled open the quilt and quickly walked towards the bathroom.
Ning Ji: “?”
He looked down, carefully pulled his pajamas in front of his chest, and found a very small wet spot on his chest.
If you don't look closely, it's almost invisible, probably only the size of half a fingernail.
It seems that she is crying because of sadness.
Ning Ji raised his head with understanding and sighed deeply - Yan Sui was still too thin-skinned to cry on his chest.
In the bathroom, Yan Sui half-tilted his head, exhaling hot and turbid breath, his face and neck were red, and his hands did not stop.
He was so stimulated by the strong imagination in his mind that his whole body seemed to be on fire and he was overwhelmed by an unprecedented feeling.
After a long time, the sound of water could be heard again in the bathroom.
Ning Ji, who had been up for almost the entire night, lay on the pillow with his eyes squinted, trying to resist sleepiness. He was vaguely thinking about how particular Young Master Yan was.
I still need to take a bath even though my face is all red from crying.
His head tilted back and forth like a kitten, and he swayed on the pillow and fell asleep.
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"Why did you register my name last night? What happened?"
The next day at noon, in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass of the suite, Yan Sui, who had just gotten up in his nightgown, said lazily, his voice still a little hoarse, "Nothing, Yan Qihan froze my card."
Qi Lan on the other end of the phone: "I heard about it when I woke up. People in the circle are full of rumors about you. They say that you pissed Yan Qihan off so much that he had to be hospitalized."
Yan Sui: "The news spreads very quickly."
Yan Sui: "I have to stay in the hotel for a few days, put it on your account."
Qi Lan laughed and said, "Come on, stop acting in front of me. Yan Qihan's freeze card is useless to you. What are you going to do next?"
The few people who were on good terms with Yan Sui all knew Yan Sui's abilities.
Yan Sui tilted his head, looked through the balcony soundproof glass window at the young man who was still sleeping in the bedroom, and said casually: "What to do? Live off him."
Qi Lan: “?”
Yan Sui said in a cheerful tone: "Xiao Ning said she would support me."
Qi Lan: “…”
Yan Sui: "You just gave me your bank card last night."
Qi Lan: "...? No, I'm asking what your future plans are."
Yan Sui said in a leisurely tone: "My future arrangements are to wash clothes, cook and clean for Xiao Ning, and be a househusband. You know, not everyone can eat free food these days."
Qi Lan: "Get lost, you haven't even dated Xiao Ning, you are just a freeloader."
Yan Sui raised his eyebrows slightly, not convinced: "How do you know we are not in a relationship?
Qi Lan: "Executive suite with double bed, you need to talk to Xiao Ning, will you book a twin room?"
When he had a fever and was sick, he was like a beast. He pretended to be sick so that he could hug and touch Xiao Ning. If they really wanted to date, could they get a twin room?
The sound of the conversation was blocked out by the sliding door of the balcony, and no sound of the conversation could be heard in the bedroom. Only through the glass could one see Yan Sui, wearing a black bathrobe, sitting on a chair on the balcony and making a phone call.
Ning Ji dozed off in bed for a while after waking up. After he calmed down, he took out his phone and ordered some takeout.
When Yan Sui finished the call, Ning Ji was already wearing slippers and with messy hair. He put the takeaway on the coffee table in the suite's living room and asked him to come for breakfast.
Ning Ji went to the bathroom to wash up. He studied the pile of luxury bottles and jars in the bathroom and struggled to find the toothpaste.
After washing up, he scratched his messy hair. There were a few strands of hair that were sticking up and he couldn't hold them down, but Ning Ji didn't care.
On the coffee table in the living room, the lid of the steaming porridge had been opened and the dipping sauce for two baskets of dumplings was also ready, but Yan Sui did not move his chopsticks. Seeing him coming over, he handed him the soy milk with a straw.
Ning Ji took the soy milk and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"
Yan Sui calmly put a straw into his cup of soy milk and said, "Waiting for you. If you want to eat a gigolo, you should eat it like one."
Ning Ji was amused: "Get lost."
I have never seen anyone eating soft rice, steamed dumplings, soy milk and white porridge.
Yan Sui: "I'm not kidding, that's what people say on the Internet."
Ning Ji picked up a steamed bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Nonsense."
Yan Sui: "There are also rumors online that men who live off their money have to cook for their sponsors."
Ning Ji: "Didn't you often cook for me before?"
Yan Sui: “It’s different.”
Ning Ji: "What's the difference?"
Yan Sui leaned back on the sofa, his tone sincere: "It is said on the Internet that men who eat gigolos and cook have to wear aprons."
Ning Ji: "? You also wear an apron when you cook."
Yan Sui said lightly: "They said they would wear nothing underneath and put on an apron to cook, and then wait for you to come home from get off work."
Ning Ji, who was drinking soy milk, choked twice, his face burning, and he looked at Yan Sui in shock.
Yan Sui is harmless: "You need to exercise more. It's best to make the apron puff up so that it feels better."
"The stronger the feeling of being a husband, the more the sponsor likes it."
Ning Ji's face turned red from the fever, and he squeezed the soy milk, "Fuck, what are you talking about?"
Yan Sui blinked: "Do you think I still need to train my chest muscles?"
Ning Ji subconsciously looked at the tight chest tied in the black nightgown and blurted out: "You still need to practice when it's that big?"
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