Chapter 118
"You look so handsome today, baby." Ling Yin said, leaning on his shoulder.
"I have another question for you." Qu Xing hooked Ling Yin's chin back and led him into the room.
Ling Yin: "What?"
Qu Xing closed the door, turned around and hugged his waist.
"Why are you secretly jealous?" Qu Xing tiptoed slightly and bit his lips lightly, then let go and said softly, "Husband."
The words Ling Yin was about to say froze in his throat, and his breath stopped for a moment. He moved his fingertips slightly and lowered his eyes to look into his star's.
I didn't have time to turn on the light, but I could still see those eyes twinkling slightly. I wonder how much determination it took for her to call him husband.
It's probably to coax him.
Ling Yin chuckled and raised his hand to turn on the light, but his arm was grabbed by another hand and pulled back.
"Don't open it." Qu Xing said.
Ling Yin looked down at him and asked with a deliberate smile, "Why?"
"Hiss—" Qu Xing pinched him. "I'm asking you a question. Why are you secretly jealous? Where did you go when you were the one collecting the debt from me?"
"Does that mean I can ask you for the debt now?" Ling Yin said, glanced at Qu Xing's eyes, and quickly said, "Because I'm afraid you'll be burdened."
Qu Xing was confused and asked, "What burden?"
Ling Yin bent down and hugged him, saying, "I'm afraid I'll make you think too much and tire you out."
Qu Xing was silent for two seconds, then raised his hand and turned on the light.
Ling Yin looked at him separately.
There was still blood on his ears that hadn't faded away yet, and his eyes were watery and clear. He wondered, "How can something related to you be a burden?"
"..." Ling Yin smiled: "Okay, I was wrong."
"I like everything you do." Qu Xing said, "I thought such a simple truth didn't need my explanation."
"I like to do everything?" Ling Yin put his hands down: "Then I can do anything, right?"
"..." Qu Xing yanked his hand away and threw it away: "Let's talk business... In theory, this is the case."
Ling Yin blinked, and Qu Xing was looking down to think about his words, so he didn't see the evil thoughts that flashed in his eyes.
Qu Xing raised his eyes. "Anyway, whatever you do, whether you're jealous, angry, or... do something bad, you can do whatever you want, no matter your temper or crazy thoughts. Just like last time when you insisted on staying with me, I rejected you, but your temper is definitely not a burden. I am willing to accept it and like you no matter what."
Ling Yin laughed, leaned back against the door, and said, "You'll spoil me like this."
"Aren't you a bad person to begin with?" Qu Xing crossed his arms and stared at him with a smile: "Don't blame me."
Ling Yin said honestly: "Oh."
"And I'm not that fragile now," Qu Xing said. "I think I've been able to accept those things... the fact that my grandma is a fake grandma."
It was the first time he mentioned this matter in such a calm tone. Ling Yin was stunned: "When?"
"The day Qu Chen spoke to me."
Qu Xing pulled him to the sofa and forced him to sit down. He fell into the corner, stretched out his legs and placed them on Ling Yin's legs, and said, "Although I still feel a little anxious when I think of Qu Hongfei and Cun Ziying, and what happened during that time, I also feel a little sad when I think of grandma."
Ling Yin's eyes fell quietly on his legs, pressing them occasionally and listening attentively.
Qu Xing looked at his hands: "But it's not the same as before. I can't even think about it. I can't accept it at all."
"Is it because of what Qu Chen said to you?" Ling Yin turned his head to look at him.
"Yeah." Qu Xing looked at Ling Yin's face quietly, his pupils partially covered, revealing cherishment: "Because I am really lucky. I really seem to be the luckiest person in the world."
Ling Yin leaned back and gently stroked his leg with his palm. His gaze opened a hole in his heart, and blood oozed out, slowly warming his chest.
"I've been lucky from the beginning to the end." Qu Xing called out, "Brother."
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
Qu Xing: "I don't think I've ever told you that my grandma, I call her Yingying, is the best grandma in the world."
Ling Yin opened his mouth, looked up at him, and his throat suddenly felt a little dry.
It's not because the stars love him, but because of the stars' love for others.
How pure must his love be to be able to say "she is the best grandma" after suffering for so long? The pain was only his own business, and he never blamed the person he loved.
This is what Qu Xing meant by love—the kind of love where I like you no matter what you do. His love is as passionate and pure as a moth to a flame, and it includes the right to hurt him. He doesn't care about the consequences, doesn't consider the gains and losses, and simply pours out his love.
Ling Yin had been with him for so long that he'd long ago noticed that Xingxing's expressions and devotion never contained any demands on him. He would ask Xingxing, "Don't you love me this much?" But Xingxing wouldn't do that. He would only say, "I love you," and never demand, "You have to love me as much as I love you."
He doesn't mind at all that his love is greater than the other person's, because his love is really too much.
"Whether she's lying to me or not, I've already accidentally possessed Yingying's last dozen years. I've already had the best ten years of her life." Qu Xing looked at Ling Yin's hand on his knee and said absentmindedly, "Grandma is no longer Grandma, so let her always be the mysterious 'Yingying' in my heart."
Qu Xing: "Anyway, Yingying has never acted like a grandmother. She has always been an unpredictable and mischievous girl."
After leaving, she left him a final gift, stripping off all her identities and leaving a mystery about her.
Qu Xing looked up at Ling Yin again: "After grandma passed away, I met someone I love very much. I am so lucky."
What he said was that he met "someone I love very much" rather than "someone who loves me very much."
I must have fallen in love with a god, Ling Yin thought.
"Ling Yin." Qu Xing called.
"exist."
Ling Yin supported himself on the sofa with his arms and leaned over to kiss her.
They had never kissed like this before. Ling Yin was a somewhat strong man. He would put his arms around Qu Xing's waist, lift his chin, hug him, and strangle him. He liked to plunder, to bully, and to see his Xingxing being tormented by him until she was unable to bear it and begged him.
But at this moment he didn't dare. He was almost cautious and extremely pious, as if the person sitting here was an inviolable statue of god. He leaned in front of him, lowered his head with a trembling attitude of offending the gods, and gently kissed his lips.
The curtains moved slightly and then stopped, and the light continued to tremble, as if being stimulated by the sucking sounds of the two people kissing.
Qu Xing was completely unaware that she was being worshipped as a god. In just a moment, she lost her dignity and put her hands into the believer's clothes. She entangled them for a while, then took the initiative to put her waist into Ling Yin's hands, eager for him to ravage her.
When Qu Xing collapsed from exhaustion, he suddenly said, "Qu Hongfei is not dead."
Ling Yin: "...Why are you ruining the mood?"
Qu Xing continued, "I couldn't help but ask Qu Chen yesterday. Actually, I don't want him to die. I'm very afraid of people dying."
Ling Yin leaned over and said, "But he will die sooner or later."
Qu Xing nudged him: "I know, I was just saying. And because he came to see me this time, even though I don't want to see him, I would be scared to death if he died like this."
Ling Yin: "Well, let him die far away."
Qu Xing: “…”
Qu Xing: "Why are you..."
Ling Yin lowered his eyes and looked at him.
Qu Xing: "So handsome?"
Ling Yin laughed and hugged him: "You are handsome too."
Seeing that he was ready to go to bed after finishing everything, Qu Xing shook his hand: "Did you forget something?"
Ling Yin looked straight ahead: "But I think you look good like this."
Qu Xing: "Untie it."
Ling Yin: "But what if..."
Qu Xing kicked him and said, "What are you trying to say? Don't think I don't know you did it on purpose."
Ling Yin said sincerely, "I'm really just worried that you'll accidentally use your right hand like last time."
Qu Xing agreed with him and said, "Yeah, I know. It's over now. Untie it."
Ling Yin: "Did I tie it wrong? You are not very comfortable like this."
Qu Xing: "You just like the feeling of tying me up somewhere, right?"
Ling Yin's hand moved an inch towards his back, his eyes flickered, and he stopped talking.
Qu Xing said with a smile: "Why are you becoming more and more childish? Aren't you the steady and reliable God of Wind?"
Ling Yin: “…”
"I'll tie it up for you next time." Qu Xing raised his foot and hooked it around his calf: "Untie it."
Ling Yin reluctantly turned over to untie the knot. Qu Xing lay there, staring at Ling Yin's face with a smile. Although there was not much expression, he was still so handsome, but when his eyes moved a few times, Qu Xing could tell how reluctant he was.
It's very neat when tying it, but so slow to untie it.
Qu Xing suddenly curled the corners of his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly.
After his wrist was finally freed, Qu Xing lightly hooked his fingers on the ribbon, turned over and raised his knees to press Ling Yin down. Before Ling Yin could react to what he was about to do, his wrist had been tied back to its original position.
The series of actions were done smoothly and smoothly, and Ling Yin almost said, "Young man, you have great skills."
"Hehe~" Qu Xing stood up to admire. There was indeed a kind of sadistic beauty in seeing a good-looking person being tied up.
"Just sleep like this." Qu Xing patted him: "Good night, brother."
Ling Yin: “…”
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