Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and he subconsciously stepped back, but there was a wall behind him and there was no way to retreat.
Xia Yansi raised his eyelids and casually pulled the tie that tied Wen Qing with his right hand.
His strength didn't seem to be strong, but Wen Qing's body was unstable and leaned forward.
Xia Yansi reached out and pulled the person into his arms.
He lowered his head slightly, resting his forehead against Wen Qing's, and said casually: "Given Xing Ze's personality, he probably hasn't touched you yet."
Wen Qing's body stiffened.
I realized belatedly what Xia Yansi wanted to do.
Don't these people have anything else on their minds except that?!
Xia Yansi put his right hand around his waist, and his fingertips casually brushed the corner of his clothes, rubbing against his skin vaguely.
Feeling Wen Qing's stiff body, he whispered, "It looks like it's not just Xing Ze."
"No one has touched you."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she glanced around with her eyes lowered, looking for something that could be used.
The owner of this house is obviously a girl. There are furry slippers and doll ornaments placed at the entrance. There is only one close and solid object, a half-person-high portrait hanging on the wall. It looks very solid and can kill someone with it.
The premise is that he can take it down.
Wen Qing's eyes went dark.
The policeman's rough voice sounded again outside the door: "Which country were you from before?"
"Our country has different policies towards different countries. Judging from your voice and conversation, you should be Chinese. We are very tolerant of Chinese people..."
The people outside were chattering.
Xia Yansi ignored him and continued, "There are at least eight people outside the door. This world is relatively safe. There should be police on their way."
Wen Qing imagined this scene and felt a little relieved.
Thank you, police uncle.
Xia Yansi hooked his chin and said lightly: "You seem to have misunderstood."
"The more people there are, the more dangerous you are."
After saying that, his fingertips slowly moved down along Wen Qing's chin.
Xia Yansi's body temperature was not high. Even through his T-shirt, Wen Qing could feel his cold fingertips, which were like a scalpel, slowly moving down, giving people the illusion that they were about to be disemboweled.
"I don't want you to be seen by others," Xia Yansi flexed his fingers and said slowly, "so you have to be good."
Wen Qing pursed her lips.
"Comrades inside." The policeman outside the door continued speaking.
"Can we hear the hostage's voice?"
Xia Yansi gently pinched the soft flesh on Wen Qing's waist: "Scream."
"Xing Ze should be very worried about you now."
Wen Qing opened his mouth and stammered, "I, I'm fine now."
Hearing Wen Qing's tone of voice was relatively normal, Xing Ze breathed a sigh of relief and said to the policeman again: "He won't hurt the hostages."
"Go in now."
"No, no," the policeman shook his head repeatedly and continued to comfort Xing Ze, "Don't worry, our Brother Yang is a professional negotiator."
Xing Ze said to him with a dark face: "What I said is true."
"He is my uncle's companion."
"I know him well."
The young policeman sighed: "Not really, brother. Really not."
"You are too outrageous."
Xing Ze: “…”
The young policeman advised: "Let's wait patiently for a while."
"He shouldn't harm the hostages for now."
Xing Ze had a blank expression on his face: "He will do other things."
A door apart
Xia Yansi pressed Wen Qing's hands against the wall and pushed his knees apart with his right foot, trapping him tightly.
Wen Qing was calm at first, Xia Yansi was just kissing him.
Xia Yansi pecked the finger mark on the cheek.
It hurts a bit and it itches a bit.
Xia Yansi lowered his eyes, licked the red marks on his face, and said softly: "The fragrance on your body has never changed."
As he spoke, his lips rubbed Wen Qing's face, opening and closing, as if he was kissing or licking.
There was coldness on Xia Yansi's fingertips, but the breath between his lips and teeth was hot.
Wen Qing could clearly feel his breath brushing her cheek and blowing onto her ear.
Xia Yansi bit his cheek gently and left a string of small kisses along his jawline.
Wen Qing turned her head to avoid it, and the next second, Xia Yansi bit her neck slowly, as if he was tasting a delicacy.
…
After a long time, Xia Yansi's kiss became more and more gentle.
Wen Qing exhaled a breath of hot air, lowered his head, gently hooked Xia Yansi's wrist with his little finger, and looked at him dreamily: "Uncle Xia."
"My hand hurts."
Xia Yansi was stunned, and his body instinctively raised his hand to grab the tie, trying to untie it for him.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she seized the opportunity and kicked Xia Yansi fiercely.
Xia Yansi came to his senses instantly and dodged sideways.
Wen Qing took two steps to the other side of the wall and looked at Xia Yansi warily.
He pulled his clothes with difficulty, and the fabric scraped across his chest, which was a bit painful. He couldn't help but frowned.
Noticing his expression, Xia Yansi lowered his eyes, glanced at his wrist, and raised his leg to walk forward.
He took a step forward and Wen Qing took a step back.
Perhaps sensing something was wrong inside the house, the policeman outside the door spoke again: "Friend, has something happened?"
Xia Yansi walked straight towards Wen Qing without even pausing.
Wen Qing slowly raised his hand, and used his arm to press against the picture frame on the wall. When Xia Yansi came over, he pushed hard against it.
The picture frame tilted and hit Xia Yansi's temples.
Xia Yansi's body shook and his vision became a little blurry.
Wen Qing held his breath, rushed to the door, opened it quickly and ran out.
At the same time, police officers with guns rushed in.
Wen Qing ran directly to Xing Ze's side.
Xing Ze immediately noticed his swollen lips, fingerprints on his face, and his T-shirt was slightly wrinkled.
His face turned even darker and he immediately took off his coat and put it on Wen Qing.
He put his arm around Wen Qing's shoulders and took him home.
When he reached the door, Wen Qing looked back at Xia Yansi.
He stood tall and was surrounded by many policemen. He did not resist and allowed the police to handcuff him.
As if he had noticed Wen Qing's gaze, Xia Yansi lifted his eyelids and said silently: [Goodbye.]
Wen Qing withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips and walked straight into the house.
The police asked Wen Qing to stay at home to take a statement, and considerately arranged for two gentle female police officers to stay.
Wen Qing briefly described what happened when he was caught and taken into the house, omitting Xia Yansi's specific actions after entering the house.
"Have you seen this before?" the policewoman asked.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and said to the policewoman, "Can we take the statement tomorrow?"
"I want to rest now."
The policewoman was stunned for a moment and looked at her colleague in embarrassment.
My colleague immediately said, “We need to consult our superiors.”
Wen Qing nodded. In a few hours, Xia Yansi and Xing Ze would leave here.
The trouble Xia Yansi and Ji Sheng caused here...
Wen Qing was just thinking about it when he heard the policewoman say softly, "The leader agreed. We'll come back tomorrow."
Wen nodded lightly, and after the policewoman left, he checked the time.
Because of Xia Yansi's interruption, there were only two hours left.
Wen Qing turned his head to look at Xing Ze. Xing Ze had a dark face and anger emanated from his whole body.
Wen Qing blinked and said to him, "I'm fine."
"real."
Just a few kisses.
And the other party was Xia Yansi.
Xing Ze looked at the fingerprints on his face and closed his eyes: "I was careless."
“Otherwise this wouldn’t have happened.”
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then comforted him, "It has nothing to do with you."
Blame it on Io.
"It does matter." Xing Ze lowered his eyes and met Wen Wei's slightly red eyes.
Unlike before, there was no panic or fear in his eyes; they were clear and transparent, as if nothing had happened just now.
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "Aren't you afraid of him?"
Wen Qing told the truth: "I was scared before."
"I'm not afraid now."
He was more angry than scared.
Well, mad at Io.
Wen Qing didn't want to waste any more time on this matter. He stood up and said to Xing Ze, "I'm going to take a shower, and then we'll cook together."
"Don't you want to cook?"
Wen Qing hurried into the bathroom and washed his hair and took a shower.
In order to save time, he didn't even blow-dry his hair. He just wiped it roughly and walked into the living room with a wet head.
Xing Ze was not in the living room, but in the kitchen.
The aroma of food lingered from the kitchen. It was ordinary home-cooked food, but it smelled warm.
Wen Qing stood at the kitchen door, looking at Xing Ze's tall back, and was dazed.
When he was a child, the welfare home was different from what it is now. There was only a small building, where a dozen children, the director's mother and others lived. The government funding was barely enough for everyone to live on.
But the child, now that he is full, will be hungry again before mealtime.
Some children would act cute to the director's mother and get special treatment.
Wen Qing is a reserved person and he won’t act like a spoiled child when asking for food. If the director’s mother gives him food, he will eat it. If not, he will just stand aside obediently.
When he was a child, he dreamed for a while to have his own chef.
Cook for him when he is hungry.
Suddenly, a big hand covered his head and rubbed it gently: "Why don't you blow dry your hair."
Wen Qing came back to his senses and looked up at Xing Ze: "I'll help."
"No need," Xing Ze pulled his arm and walked out, "Where's the hair dryer?"
"I'll blow dry your hair."
Wen Qing pursed his lips: "It's okay, I don't blow it often."
"It dries quickly."
Xing Ze pulled him forward and said, "I want to blow you."
The hair dryer is in the bathroom.
Wen Qing stood in front of the mirror, looking at Xing Ze in the mirror. She stood behind him, fiddling with his hair with her slender, powerful fingers.
The hot air from the hair dryer blew past her ears, and Wen Qing's ears felt hot: "Aren't you cooking?"
"Don't you need to watch?"
"No, it needs to simmer for a while."
Xing Ze lowered his head and blew Wen Qing's hair carefully.
He held up the hair dryer and blew on the wet hair ends. The wind from the hair dryer was very strong and blew open Wen Qing's collar.
The T-shirt was blown up by the wind, revealing the red on the chest.
Xing Ze paused.
Wen Qing didn't react at first.
It was not until Xing Ze stopped moving the hair dryer and the hot air made his chest itchy and painful that he realized that Xing Ze had seen it.
He pressed his clothes, moved aside, and said to Xing Ze, "It's done."
Xing Ze put down the hair dryer, strode out, walked into the kitchen and continued cooking.
Wen Qing once again said he wanted to help, and this time Xing Ze did not refuse. Instead, he said to him, "Serve the rice."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "Are the dishes cooked?"
Xing Ze nodded: "You have a small stomach and don't like to waste, so you don't need to cook a lot."
There are not many dishes, just three and one soup.
Wen Qing served two bowls of rice and placed them on the table.
Seeing that Xing Ze did not sit down but was rummaging through the medicine box on the sofa, he asked in confusion: "Aren't you going to eat?"
Xing Ze took out the ointment from the bottom of the medicine box and said to Wen Qing, "Remember to apply it later."
Wen Qing tilted her head and looked at him: "What medicine do you want to apply?"
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "On the chest."
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she said slowly, "It will be fine soon."
Xing Ze: "It's a little bit broken, it's easy to get infected."
As he spoke, he half-closed his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's chest.
Because of what Xia Yansi had done, even though Wen Qing was wearing a T-shirt, the "injury" on his chest was particularly obvious.
Xing Ze withdrew his gaze and continued to fiddle with and adjust the medicine box, placing commonly used medicines on the top and less commonly used medicines further down.
Wen Qing glanced at his watch and saw that there was only a little time left.
He walked up to Xing Ze and asked again, "Don't you want to eat?"
Xing Ze nodded and placed the ointment and the food in front of him: "This meal is for you."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.
The atmosphere became quiet.
Xing Ze broke the silence and said, "But I bought the house you rented before."
"I also have a cat. I go back and forth between the police station and home every day. I live a good life."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and stammered, "I, I'm sorry..."
Meeting his dark eyes, Xing Ze raised his hand, avoiding the fingerprints on his face, and gently pinched Wen Qing's face.
"No need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong," Xing Ze paused and said to him, "Talk about something happy, I'm leaving soon."
Happy things...
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her face slightly and said to Xing Ze: "Can you kiss me?"
Xing Ze was stunned.
Wen Qing looked at him, looked away a little embarrassedly, and changed the subject: "Can I kiss you?"
Xing Ze: "Okay."
Wen Qing leaned forward and kissed Xing Ze's lips.
He stuck out his tongue awkwardly, but before he could properly kiss her, the initiative was taken away from him.
Wen Qing narrowed his eyes, and a tingling sensation like an electric current spread from his palate to his entire body.
He couldn't help but hook his arms around Xing Ze's neck and move closer.
Wen Qing opened her mouth obediently, and realized belatedly that the kisses of these people were similar.
He used to be a little resistant to it, so he wouldn't think deeply or reminisce.
After a long time, the kiss ended.
Wen Qing's chest hurt even more. Every move he made could pull his clothes and affect the wound.
Seeing that his movements were unnatural, Xing Ze frowned and said, "Let me apply the medicine on you first."
Wen Qing opened his mouth but did not refuse.
Xing Ze dipped a cotton swab in the ointment and applied it carefully and meticulously.
Wen Qing felt comfortable after applying the ointment at first. Soon, the ointment was softened into water by body temperature and lingered on his chest in a sticky manner.
The medicine must have taken effect. I felt a slight heat, itchy and hot, as if it was going to penetrate into my bones.
Wen Qing exhaled a breath of hot air, stepped back in panic, and stammered to Xing Ze: "Okay, okay."
Xing Ze put away the ointment and cotton swab, and when Wen Qing stood up, he grabbed his hand and said, "There's still one spot that hasn't healed yet."
"I'll help you."
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and even the back of her ears turned red: "No, no need."
"I just need to wash my face."
Xing Ze didn't let go: "I want to help you."
…
I don’t know how much time had passed, but the ticking sound of the second hand became particularly clear.
Wen Qing lay softly on the sofa, holding onto Xing Ze's sleeve.
Xing Ze ruffled his hair and kissed him lightly between his eyebrows: "Goodbye."
"goodbye."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only one person left in the huge house.
Wen Qing stared at the ceiling for a long time, then slowly sat up and walked to the dining table.
After finishing three dishes and a soup, he looked at the empty bowls and plates and pursed his lips.
How long have we been apart...
Suddenly, he missed Xing Ze, Bai Tong, and... Yio very much.
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