Qin Nianqing stood beside the bed and jumped up, throwing himself onto his chest. The soft mattress sank when he jumped up, but returned to its original shape after a moment. He turned over, revealing his fair and lean waist and belly, his narrow eyes filled with happiness.

"Fuck, this bed is so comfortable!" Qin Nianqing said, kicking off his shoes, and rolling to the bed. He rolled on the neat mattress, making it a mess, but he looked even happier. "Oh my god, it feels great to roll around here."

After ordering the takeaway, Mu Qingji walked to the bedside and caught a glimpse of Qin Nianqing's slender waist exposed when he was lying in bed. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and reached out to pull the hem of his clothes to cover him.

"Cover yourself up before going to sleep. You'll have an exam soon, so don't catch a cold."

Mu Qingji sat on the edge of the bed, turned his head and looked at Qin Nianqing with great concern. Qin Nianqing smiled and put his feet on his legs, and said mischievously, "Brother, please massage my feet. Your foot massage skills are superb."

"Um."

Mu Qingji adjusted his posture and allowed Qin Nianqing to put both feet on his legs. He stretched out his slender hands and began to massage his feet without any disgust.

Qin Nianqing's ears were quietly turning red again. He looked at him from a place where Mu Qingji couldn't see him. His eyes became very bright, as if the sun accidentally shook off its light, and this light just happened to fall on his eyes, which was very beautiful.

Mu Qingji listened to Qin Nianqing's words and nodded. The strength in his hands was just right. Qin Nianqing felt very comfortable being pinched. He even had an urge to scream out. Fortunately, he held back, otherwise today would have been awkward for ten thousand years.

It was unknown how long Mu Qingji had been massaging Qin Nianqing's feet. Qin Nianqing finally felt it was boring. His mind was empty for a while, and then he felt hungry. He looked at the back of Mu Qingji's head and found a white hair in his hair. He paused and immediately decided to pull it out.

Qin Nianqing suddenly retracted her foot, and then pounced on Mu Qingji's back like a hungry tiger, holding his neck with her two paws, and begging in his ear with red ears, "I'm so hungry, when will the takeaway arrive?"

While Qin Nianqing was acting coquettishly, she took advantage of Mu Qingji's unpreparedness and pulled out the white hair on his head. Mu Qingji felt a slight pain and paused for a moment. He turned his head to look at Qin Nianqing who was lying on him, with a look of helplessness and doting in his eyes.

"I ordered chicken drumstick rice for you, plus two chicken drumsticks and a chicken wing," Mu Qingji stretched out his hand and pulled Qin Nianqing to sit on his lap, put one hand around his waist, looked into his eyes and said, "Also, your favorite hot milk and fruit salad."

Qin Nianqing sat in Mu Qingji's arms, the red on the tips of his ears gradually began to spread. He nodded, not knowing whether he had heard what Mu Qingji said or not. After nodding, he just wanted to run out of Mu Qingji's arms, but this time, Mu Qingji did not give him the chance.

Qin Nianqing had just propped himself up when Mu Qingji grabbed his waist with both hands. He was forced to sit down again and stared at Mu Qingji blankly. He swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to move. Qin Nianqing was a little cowardly, no, very cowardly.

"Guoguo, is it because we haven't seen each other for a long time?" Mu Qingji hugged Qin Nianqing's waist and held him in his arms, making him surrounded by the fragrance of the night-blooming cereus. Then he whispered in his ear, "I recently found that you seem to be avoiding me?"

Mu Qingji's eyes are very deep, and the emotions in his deep eyes are unpredictable, making it difficult to see clearly and clearly, as if they are an abyss full of danger.

Qin Nianqing sniffed the refreshing fragrance of the Epiphyllum on Mu Qingji's body and felt as if his ears and cheeks had a fever. Even so, he still answered Mu Qingji's questions seriously.

"Ah? I'm not hiding from you. When did I hide from you?"

Qin Nianqing felt that he couldn't escape, so he simply hugged Mu Qingji's neck and said seriously:

"Besides, you've obviously been busy with work lately and haven't come to play with me or come to my house, so of course we haven't seen each other for a long time."

When Qin Nianqing said this, he rubbed Mu Qingji's neck. He looked soft and obedient, and in just an instant he dissolved the gloomy emotions that had accumulated in Mu Qingji's heart.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault."

Mu Qingji hugged Qin Nianqing and rubbed his head gently, with guilt flashing in his eyes. His voice was as gentle as water and his movements were extremely gentle.

"Yes, yes, it's all your fault for not visiting me."

Qin Nianqing nodded seriously, not knowing whether he was confusing right and wrong. While he was talking, his eyes were fixed on Mu Qingji's neck.

He thought that the small part of the tattoo on Mu Qingji's neck was very beautiful. A gleam of liking flashed in his eyes, and his head unconsciously moved closer.

Mu Qingji was listening to Qin Nianqing's words and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck. He paused and found that it was Qin Nianqing in his arms who was fiddling with his tattoo. He put down his hand that was raised instinctively and let Qin Nianqing, who suddenly became fierce, fiddle with it to his heart's content. The treasure he cared about must be pampered forever.

"Brother, you don't feel any pain, do you?"

Qin Nianqing struggled for a while and found that Mu Qingji just stiffened suddenly and there was no other reaction, so he let go of him strangely. When he saw a piece of skin on his neck, he was stunned.

Qin Nianqing was immediately panicked. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there's blood here."

"Guo Guo, no..."

Mu Qingji's words came to an abrupt end before he could finish, and his body became completely stiff, because Qin Nianqing, in a state of desperation, suddenly leaned over to his neck and performed physical disinfection on him.

He felt the wetness, and at the same time, he felt goose bumps crawling up his lower back. This was a very bad situation.

"Guo Guo, stop making trouble."

Mu Qingji suddenly pinched Qin Nianqing's armpits, lifted him away from his neck, and put him on the bed. His breathing became a little disordered in an instant.

Seeing Qin Nianqing looking at him in confusion, he rubbed his head and said, "I'm going to go out and see if the takeaway has arrived. You wait for me in the house."

As soon as Mu Qingji finished speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer in this situation, he would not be able to control himself and take advantage of Qin Nianqing completely.

And he will never be able to go anywhere. He can't do this, can't scare him, absolutely not.

Mu Qingji didn't know that his fleeing figure was misunderstood by Qin Nianqing as hatred and dislike, which made him stunned for a long time and he almost exploded from the pain.

Qin Nianqing lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Her fingers touched her lips unconsciously. After a moment of silence, she took her hands off and sighed softly. If I had known earlier, I would not have done this. He won't hate me, right? Ah, so annoying.