Chapter 107
His stars are always so bold.
So tempting.
The seductive boy was carried to the dining table.
"What else are you thinking about?" Ling Yin asked.
"I didn't think anything... uh--" Qu Xing held Ling Yin's shoulders somewhat unsteadily. His clothes were pushed up, and except for a certain spot of wet heat, the rest of his body was cold.
Ling Yin chuckled, his breath hitting her sensitive skin: "If you think of it, I'll help you realize it."
Qu Xing lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "Apart from this, I haven't thought about it... I dare not think about it."
Ling Yin raised his eyes: "Why?"
"Don't think too much, I will..." Qu Xing met Ling Yin's malicious eyes and interrupted him.
"What will happen?" Ling Yin asked softly.
"Yes..." Qu Xing looked into Ling Yin's eyes.
This guy always does this, asking questions with the answers in mind. He's really mean. He'll force him to speak out. Once he does, he'll take advantage of the situation and bully him.
Qu Xing didn't say it, but instead called out, "Brother."
Ling Yin stood up and kissed him: "Yeah."
Qu Xing held his face and said in a sweet and innocent voice, "You haven't eaten yet."
Ling Yin chuckled and moved closer to him: "No, I'll just kiss you."
Qu Xing: "Then I'll cook for you, don't order takeout."
"good."
"Go take a shower." Qu Xing kicked him lightly.
"Yeah." Ling Yin stood up.
Qu Xing jumped down from the table and just as he was standing, Ling Yin pulled him in for a kiss. Half of his mind was spinning, thinking of what to do for Ling Yin, while the other half was blank, and he didn't notice the implied anxiety in the kiss.
When Ling Yin finally let him go, he patted him gently and said, "Go, brother."
Ling Yin looked at Qu Xing walking towards the kitchen, then turned around to get his clothes and go to the bathroom.
I always feel that there is a bit of indifference in Xingxing's eyes. It seems that he has not really integrated into life and does not know what he is doing.
But what exactly happened?
Ling Yin felt powerless. From the moment he learned of Xingxing's illness until now, he had been in a state of perpetual ignorance, semi-isolated. He knew nothing, could do nothing. As her boyfriend, he couldn't even truly enter Xingxing's heart. He could only watch from the outside, watching him quietly wrap himself up, waiting for the occasional sign of his presence.
As for hoping he gets better.
Too pale.
Ling Yin came down from the shower and saw Qu Xing leaning against the counter in a daze.
"Tired?" Ling Yin went over.
Qu Xing looked at him, grabbed his hand in a panic, and said, "No, I'm waiting for the pumpkin to ripen."
Ling Yin sighed softly, pulled the man over and hugged him from behind.
"Do you always cook for yourself at home?"
Qu Xing leaned against him: "Sometimes I cook it myself, but when I'm too lazy to cook, I order takeout."
Ling Yin: "Why don't you go back to the base?"
"There are too many people." Qu Xing said, "I'm a little annoyed."
"Yeah." Ling Yin was silent for a moment, lowered her head to bury it in his shoulder, and called softly, "Xingxing."
Qu Xing: “Hmm?”
Ling Yin wanted to say, "But you're not the type to be bothered by crowds." But after thinking it over, he didn't say it.
Even if he talked to Xingxing, she wouldn't be able to give him a clear answer, which only made him unhappy. He decided to just listen to Chen Qi and stay by his side, waiting quietly.
"What else is there to do? I can help." Ling Yin said.
Qu Xing leaned against him and said, "Then go cut up that fish."
Ling Yin was observant, though he had a mysophobia, yet he still approached without hesitation. The fish lay on the cutting board, a look of death on its face, already processed. Ling Yin picked up the knife, his fingertips barely touching it. Then he paused.
"How to cut it?" Ling Yin looked at him sideways.
Qu Xing vaguely saw a hint of clumsiness in the way he held the knife.
He raised the corner of his mouth, stood up and walked to his side: "You have never cooked, brother."
"No." Ling Yin turned his gaze back to look at Fish Eyes: "My dad always does it at home."
"Cut off its head first." Qu Xing commanded while suppressing a smile.
In fact, he didn't need Ling Yin's help at all, but it was a rare opportunity to see his beautiful captain being clumsy, so he couldn't miss this opportunity.
Ling Yin's gaze was calm, his knuckles slender, his breathing steady, and his elegant demeanor like a high-end chef in a private kitchen. With his looks, he was the kind of movie star you'd have to have a story with. Qu Xing stared at his hero's hand as he slowly brought the blade to bear on the fish's head.
Ling Yin asked uncertainly, "Cut it from here?"
"A little lower, brother." Qu Xing laughed, "The neck will be cut too."
"A fish doesn't have a neck." Ling Yin lowered the knife and began to cut it.
As he cut back and forth, the fish head reluctantly separated from the body and fell down with a snap. The cut on the "neck" was jagged, and the wide-open mouth and staring eyes showed an angry and wronged look.
Qu Xing said slowly, "It died such a tragic death~"
"It was dead to begin with." Ling Yin looked at the head with disdain. Qu Xing laughed, picked up the head and threw it away.
"Cut the meat off again," Qu Xing said, "close to the bone."
The fish was very soft, so cutting it was easy. After Ling Yin finished cutting and opened it, he identified the fish species: "Salmon?"
"Yes." Qu Xing couldn't help laughing: "Don't you know him, brother?"
“I’ve never seen it with skin on.”
Ling Yin cut the other side. Then, following Qu Xing's instructions, he cut it into smaller pieces. The clean, evenly sized cuts gave him a boost of confidence, and he took on the rest of the work, leaving Qu Xing to guide him. Ling Yin then noticed his Xingxing had become lively again, whispering instructions to him.
"Cut two small slits. That way it will be more flavorful. Put on your gloves and give it a try."
"Pour in some oil, add some more. Be careful, the oil will burst out. Fry the fish skin first, fry for a few minutes and then turn to low heat... Great, awesome brother, you are very talented."
Qu Xing slapped him on the butt as a reward. Seeing Ling Yin so steady, he turned to the other side with confidence: "You fry them. Finish frying all of them. I want some too. I'll go make the sauce."
Ling Yin stayed away from the pot: "Yeah."
Two handsome and beautiful men, each on either side, worked in an orderly manner, clearly dividing the work. Qu Xing listened to the crackling sound of frying fish beside him and the clinking of the glass bowl in his hands as he stirred, and felt a sense of elation in his heart.
He knew this kitchen like no other, and the scene of the two of them working together to cook was incredibly familiar. It was just a different person beside him. As Qu Xing stirred the sauce, he suddenly felt the same excitement he'd had as a child tinkering in the kitchen with his grandmother. It felt as if he'd been transported back to a time when nothing had happened.
But soon, the very noticeable sound of Ling Yin frying fish broke his imagination.
"Ouch!" Qu Xing put down his bowl and hurried over to take a look. Then he froze.
“…”
Ling Yin calmly turned it over: "What's wrong?"
"Dear Xiaoyin." Qu Xing reached out to turn off the fire, trying hard to suppress his laughter: "Don't you think your fish is any different from the one you fried before?"
"Where?" Ling Yin scooped up a piece, and the left corner of the fish fell off with a clatter, while the other side was actually stiff and straight.
Ling Yin: “…”
Ling Yin had no shame and still maintained pure curiosity: "Why..."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Qu Xing grabbed him and started laughing. He took the spatula and glanced at the bottom of the fish. His laughter immediately became even happier. He hugged Ling Yin tightly, his upper body shaking like a sieve: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."
“…” Ling Yin also took a look at the bottom of the fish. For some reason, the hard half was mushy.
"Oh, oh." Qu Xing hugged him adoringly: "I like you so much hahahahahahahahaha... Brother... Are you a genius? How come you invented something when I wasn't watching you for a while? What is this? Can you tell me how it was made hahahahahahaha... Why is it half fuzzy and half uncooked... hahahahahahahaha."
"..." Ling Yin didn't expect to be praised even after messing up. He couldn't help laughing when he heard him laugh so happily: "How should I know."
Qu Xing giggled and took the shovel from his hand, shaking it while trying to save the remaining fish pieces.
"Go stir the sauce, brother..." Qu Xing dismissed him with a smile: "Just add a few drops of lemon juice."
Ling Yin refused and insisted on staying to see what was different between Xingxing's technique and his. After watching for a while, he found that there was no difference except that Xingxing was more skilled with the spatula in his left hand than he was with his right.
He couldn't help but hug Qu Xing from behind and kiss his hair: "How come you are so amazing? Is there anything in this world that you can't do?"
Qu Xing: "There are many things I don't know how to do."
"But you learn it quickly and do it very well." Ling Yin said infatuatedly.
"I know you're my die-hard fan." Qu Xing took the time to kiss him: "Go stir the ingredients, then take out the pumpkin and mash it with a small spatula."
Ling Yin left.
Qu Xing had originally chosen this dish for its ease, but it ended up taking longer to prepare than stir-frying two vegetables. But after finishing the meal, he felt incredibly happy. After dinner, he nestled in Ling Yin's arms while watching a movie, humming a little tune.
Ling Yin's ears were covered by the surrounding sound, and from time to time, he could hear the happy humming of the star in his arms, which faintly penetrated through the movie sound effects and made his ears slightly itchy.
He couldn't help but smile and leaned his head against Qu Xing's head, watching him swiping something on his phone: "What are you looking at, baby?"
"I'm reading your post-match thread." Qu Xing showed him his phone. "You're amazing, brother. They've all fallen in love with you."
Ling Yin glanced at them casually and said nonchalantly: "What kind of love is this? They'll hate me once I lose."
"But there are people who have always loved you." Qu Xing showed him a post: "I just glanced at this, but I feel that he is almost dying of love with you. He is so pitiful. If I love you so much and can't even see you, I won't be able to live."
Ling Yin asked concernedly, "Don't you love me that much?"
“你说什么呢。”曲星揍他一拳：“我爱你爱疯了。”
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