Chapter 68：

The more he gets along, the more Qiu Qiu finds the benefits of being with Ji Xinglan.

Only after you have lost it will you know how precious you are. Of course, Ji Xinglan, who finally got it, admitted everything to him.

Although it is happy to fall in love, there are still bad things.

For example, Yan Qiu found himself becoming too hungry.

Another example is that while Qiu Qiu is hungry, Ji Xinglan is not.

Master Ji did n’t know what was happening these days, and he seemed to want to escape into the empty gate without desire and desire, and just wanted to fall in love with him Platonic.

For a week, Ji Xinglan had not touched him, and Qiu was confused.

He even doubted whether Ji Xinglan was going to die.

Sure enough, for seven days and seven nights, the average person, even Alpha, doesn't eat too much. Although Ji Xinglan was at ease at that time, it was probably pretended.

He is now kidney-deficit.

Otherwise, it makes no sense. He said Qiu was so handsome and lovely, so handsome, Ji Xinglan's mother could bear it?

On the other side, Ji Xinglan was afraid that Qiu had a high fever that day. The more he thought, the more he felt that it was his fault, and he dared not touch him again these days.

He is a bit ill. That day, taking advantage of Yan Qiu's drunken fever and unconsciousness, he did some bad things. He was afraid that Qiu was angry with him, thinking he was just greedy for his body.

Therefore, when Yan Qiu was awake, he pretended to be serious, chatting purely under the quilt every night, playing the role of a good caring husband.

As if every cell on his body was proving: I am in love with you not just to sleep with you!

Yan Qiu didn't know what Ji Xinglan was thinking, only knew that the man pulled dio mercilessly, did not give him anymore, and turned over in bed angrily.

When Ji Xinglan came out after taking a bath and wearing a bathrobe, her collar was wide open and she could vaguely sniff a little tight muscle, and her hair came back to kiss him.

Seeing such a male color, Yan Qiu's eyes brightened immediately, obediently let him kiss, and then fell down on the bed together, raising his hand to turn off the light ...

Three seconds later, when the man kissed him, he fell asleep and left alone, leaving Qiu alone with his eyes widened in the dark, gritted his teeth.

If I did n’t try it in the first place, it ’s okay, but Yan Qiu has been hacked by him, and it ’s painful if I ca n’t see it.

Yan Qiu was a little angry after such a life of asceticism almost a week later.

He has had a fever for so long, and the first injury has completely swelled. It is time to get close to him!

Since Ji Xinglan didn't do it after the kiss, Yan Qiu simply refused to let him kiss anymore, slapped him away and waited for him to come back when he opened the door.

But Ji Xinglan didn't know what was wrong with him, and suddenly he didn't even let him kiss.

Recalling when Yan Qiu's performance started, he doubted whether Yan Qiu was unwilling to suffer.

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The next day, Ji Xinglan went out early in the morning.

When Yan Qiu woke up and did not see him, he couldn't even **** in the air. He thought that his pheromone would be burnt out. He pulled out a shirt he often wears from the closet and put it on himself.

Yan Qiu watched the movie while lying on the sofa, while looking down from the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for the man to drive back.

When Ji Xinglan pushed the door in and found that the room was a little dark, the first reaction thought Yan Qiu was out, and he tentatively called.

No one responded to him, but some blushing voices came from the living room.

Ji Xinglan also carried the cake sold to Yan Qiu in his hand. He immediately wrinkled his eyebrows and quickly walked in to see the situation.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Yan Qiu lying on the sofa and watching movies at first glance, and there was no "adult" present.

Yan Qiu clearly wore his shirt, but he didn't wear outer pants, but the loose shirt made his figure more slender. And those strange sounds actually came from the sound.

On the TV screen, two people were entangled.

Ji Xinglan glanced at Yanqiu with a condescending glance, and he hung his chin with his hand: "Okay, I was caught while I was not secretly watching third-rate movies at home."

Trapped on the sofa by him, Yan Qiu did indeed look like a pitiful man captured, wearing only such a thin shirt.

Fortunately, the temperature of the air conditioner was high enough. Ji Xinglan picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned it on a few degrees higher, and then slowly took off his uniform coat and hung it on the wardrobe.

"What's so good about it," Ji Xinglan felt that the actor's face and figure on the screen were not as beautiful as Qiu's, and the screaming wasn't as nice as his voice.

Yan Qiu heard it even more intense.

It's nothing to say nothing!

Ji Xinglan went out today and was wearing spotless uniforms. The lines of the uniforms were cut to the right and the waistline was tightly pinched. The two superior long legs were set off, matching his calm expression and abstinence.

The man was just in a hurry to come in, not even taking off his boots, so he stood in front of Yanqiu.

Yan Qiu looked up, looking at his meticulously rolled sleeves. He couldn't help but dry his tongue and kicked him with his legs.

The man was originally rolling his sleeves. When Yan Qiu flicked, he grabbed his slender ankle and lifted it up, making Yan Qiu beg for mercy.

This action almost opened the hem of his shirt. Between the sparks and the fire, Ji Xinglan vaguely glimpsed something inexplicable.

He hesitated: "What are you?"

What happened, he did not touch Yan Qiu in good faith, but Yan Qiu could not help himself first.

That's really interesting.

Yan Qiu glanced down his eyes, his face flushed, he quickly pulled his clothes on, and murdered him: "I know you still ask!"

The man's eyes were as sharp as a scalpel, and when he stared at Yan Qiu, it seemed that he had cut through his deep thoughts layer by layer.

Ji Xinglan also swallowed as she looked down at Yan Qiu and kept her shirt.

What could be more tempting than a little boyfriend who is coquettish in his bigger shirt.

Although Yan Qiu was not coquettish, she would not be coquettish. But in short, in Ji Xinglan's eyes, he is acting spoiled.

Shyness is also like coquettishness, and beating is like coquettishness.

If Yan Qiu knows his thoughts, he must get goose bumps and give him a jio.

But Ji Xinglan just kissed Yan Qiu's lips and stopped.

"It's time for dinner." The man looked at the time when he stepped away from Yanqiu and said.

Cooking?

Cook at this time? !

Yan Qiu was mad at the head of this inexperienced elm. He has done so, and Ji Xinglan still wants to cook in his mind!

What to cook! Does cooking make him cool!

Seeing that the guy really rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cook, Yan Qiu was mad at him, and he took the simplest and most rude way in his anger-he pulled his hand directly into his clothes.

It is implied that this level is already express, and of course Ji Xinglan cannot be indifferent.

He actually had the same reaction as Yan Qiu, but was blocked by the cloth of military uniforms.

The man glared slightly surprised, watching Yan Qiu take his hand over, the delicate warm touch of his hand made him throat can not help rolling gently.

Before Ji Xinglan responded, he heard Yan Qiu blushing and scolding him: "Aren't you okay?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Xinglan's expression immediately changed, and a deep look revealed a dangerous look in his eyes: "Who says I can't?"

Sure enough.

Men, especially their Alpha, are very proud, and the most taboo is said to be impossible.

"Bite."

Yan Qiu was still sitting on the sofa with his legs swaying, and Ji Xinglan lifted his shirt up, letting him bit his shirt hem.

"Hmm ..." Yan Qiu Qiang endured shame, biting the cloth with his teeth, and caught a glimpse of his pants being torn off by the man and dropped to the ground.

"So energetic?" Ji Xinglan lowered his head and squinted, then smiled. Yan Qiu was slightly annoyed by the laughter. When he put down his shirt, he ran away, and Ji Xinglan was the first to hold it.

"You, what are you laughing at!"

"Okay, I don't laugh anymore." The man asked him to sit on the sofa and then kneel down on one knee in front of him. "Then I'll help you. Reciprocity."

Yan Qiu was too late to respond, watching his head slowly lower, and then swallowed and closed his eyes.

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"Why do you say courtesy?"

On the sofa, Yan Qiu panted, watching the man throw the dirty tissues in the trash.

"..." Ji Xinglan crowed for a moment, coughing with his hands covering his mouth.

Yanqiu looked at his eyes becoming more and more weird, and then asked him: "Are you hiding something from me?"

"This ..." Ji Shaoye chuckled.

"I really took my temperature that night, what else?" Yan Qiu stepped tightly.

Ji Xinglan thought about it for a moment and honestly recruited: "What do you mean by courtesy, you know."

"Fuck." Yan Qiu was almost ashamed. Ji Xinglan dared to trick him into such a shameful thing when he was unconscious.

"Okay, don't blush, it's time to eat," Ji Xinglan reached out and pulled Yan Qiu up. "Today you will do it. I will teach you."

Bai ate Master Ji ’s meal for so long, Yan Qiu did n’t feel that he occasionally let himself cook too much, so when Ji Xinglan said "wear an apron", he obediently took it over.

But he never imagined that Ji Xinglan was more than he thought.

Yan Qiu was obediently wearing an apron, but the man held his hand: "Take off your clothes first."

"?" Yan Qiu slowly asked a question mark in his heart, puzzled.

Why should I take off my clothes while wearing an apron?

But Ji Xinglan threatened to seduce him, he had to tell Qiu to take off his clothes, and then forced him to put on his apron.

In this way, Yan Qiuhun only had such an apron left and right, and Ji Xinglan was satisfied, and began teaching him to cook.

Yan Qiu was forced to wear only an apron and was ashamed. Where else could he concentrate on washing vegetables and cutting vegetables? As soon as there was a mistake, the man immediately approached him and taught him.

The contact on the hand is still secondary, Ji Xinglan is standing behind him, Yan Qiu can feel the roughness and temperature of his clothes and cloth.

Why is that man dressed neatly and carefully, he can only wear an apron to wash vegetables in the kitchen, like a little slave of a wealthy young master.

The man asked him to wash the vegetables. He was loafing around by himself, and from time to time he urged him to correct. But the motivation for pointing was fascinating, and it was suspected of beating oil.

The pitiful "little slave" Yan Qiu was biting his lower lip while washing tomatoes, thinking in his heart: Fortunately, no one else saw it.

He scoured his cheeks with his cheeks while chopping vegetables with Ji Xinglan's steps.

How could this guy do this, bullying others in a different way.

Ji Xinglan stood behind him, gently resting his chin on his shoulders, gently covering the back of Yan Qiu's hands with his hands, overlapping.

The man's hand was also very nice. His knuckles were slender and distinct, not as rough as the average man's, but it was also clean and powerful. Qiu couldn't help but took a few more glances.

But he looked at it, remembering what picture about that hand, and suddenly blushed. He coughed lightly, trying to ignore the temperature and feeling from behind, burying his head and cutting the vegetables, trying to cut the vegetables quickly, and when he started the knife, he seemed to chop the tomatoes in his hands with those messy ideas.

After finishing the dishes, Yan Qiu wanted to take off the apron, but Ji Xinglan refused to let him do the dishes together. "When you're done, you have dinner, you have to talk."

But Yan Qiu disagreed: "I won't! And who keeps you always on foot, how can I cook?"

When the two were facing each other, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Go open the door." Ji Xinglan glanced at his apron and deliberately directed Yan Qiu.

Yan Qiu was dead, of course, he refused to go, and he hid in the kitchen, listening to Ji Xinglan walking over to open the door and talking with someone.

It seems to be a courier.

The person outside the door obviously couldn't think of what a man in a uniform in front of him was doing in the kitchen just now. He asked him to sign and leave the things to him.

"Do you need acceptance?"

"Thank you, no need." Ji Xinglan's mouth twitched with an imperceptible smile and closed the door.

"What?" Yan Qiu leaned out of the kitchen.

Ji Xinglan put the express box on the dining table and unpacked it with a knife, without looking up, he said, "The toy I bought for you has arrived."