Invade

The scenery under the feet is moving away little by little, becoming smaller and smaller in sight, and the wheel box is rising higher and higher, gradually being able to see more distant scenery.

Sith looked at the scene outside the Ferris wheel, a little dazed.

This morning he got up early on purpose, and while Qin Jing was still awake, he rummaged under the coffee table, but only found a small medicine bottle——

To prevent colds.

Thinking of the scene where Qin Jing didn't cover the quilt last night, the corner of Sith's mouth twitched a little, and he covered him casually if he knew it earlier, making him think it was such a great medicine.

"Hey... hey!"

Sith instinctively clasped the dangling wrist in front of him, only then did he realize that it was Qin Jing who was calling him.

"Stay in a daze...didn't sleep well last night?" Qin Jing smiled, not paying any attention to Sith's grip on his wrist, "Ignore me."

Sith relaxed his fingers, and Qin Jing withdrew his hand, and sat opposite him again, with an honest look, but a sly but inconspicuous smile flowed in his eyes.

Sith suddenly remembered what Hagrid said - some people can't just look at the surface, I think he is a ghost.

Seeing that Sith remained silent for a long time, Qin Jing tilted his head: "Why did you sleep on the sofa last night?"

"The bed is soft, I'm not used to sleeping on it." Sith said vaguely.

"Oh..." Qin Jing made a long, perfunctory voice, and looked up at him, "That's fine, I'll remove the cushion when I get home tonight, so you can sleep on the bed."

Sith said nothing.

Qin Jing leaned over with a smirk on his face: "Or, are you not used to sleeping in the same bed with me?"

Even the honorifics are used.

Sith leaned back calmly: "I didn't."

"Nonsense, I left you so much space in bed yesterday, why didn't you sleep with me? Are you shy? You even went to sleep on the sofa, don't think I don't know you woke up when I got up last night Going." Qin Jing pretended to be serious, "Say, were you awake when I kissed you? You pretended to be asleep!"

"..." Sith's expression was a little stiff, "I didn't."

"Keep talking!" Qin Jing triumphantly said, "Last night you were as stiff as a log, which normal person sleeps and stretches himself like a log?"

After a pause, he pursed his lips and smiled, and said quietly: "Mr. Sith, you are not the same."

Sith said nothing.

Qin Jing clapped his hands: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, our aim is to put the interests of customers first, since you want to come here for something new, I will naturally serve you well, you don't have to worry about this."

The Ferris wheel slowly rose to the highest point, and you can take in the infinite scenery when you look out of the window. Siston paused for a while, and said slowly: "I'm just not used to sleeping with strangers."

Qin Jing blinked his eyes, and suddenly felt aggrieved: "You are my little lover, why are you a stranger?"

The veins on Sith's forehead twitched.

The young man laughed happily, and regardless of Sith's blunt behavior, he stretched out his hand towards him, and while looking out the window, he said with emotion: "It is said that two lovers clasped their fingers at the height of the Ferris wheel, and they will go on forever."

He turned his head and looked at Sith seriously: "Sir, are you willing to go down with me?"

That slender hand was hanging in the air, making a silent invitation to Sith.

The Ferris wheel finally reached its highest point, and at the same time, a cold hand clasped Qin Jing's five fingers. Qin Jing smiled and looked at Sith, and Sith looked out of the window with a dull face, muttering: "I'm just not used to talking to strangers. People just sleep together."

Qin Jing squeezed Sith's hand lightly, smiled brightly, and said something irrelevant to Sith: "We must go on together until the end of this life, and no one can let go first."

Hearing this, Sith was finally willing to turn his head to look at Qin Jing, the two looked at each other, he slightly lowered his eyes to look at the hands of the two clasped fingers, and silently repeated in his heart: "No one can let go first. "

He couldn't explain the subtle emotions in his heart at this moment, he just felt that it was shameless to be aroused by a young man, especially for him—Kesis was still holding his hand, as if he really wanted to fulfill his promise .

The wheel box shook slightly, Sith suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately felt a hint of irony.

What is he doing?

Opposite him was his little lover whom he bought with money, so he would naturally say some nice things in different ways—and at the beginning, Qin Jing had already said some things, and he said some things just to please others.

And what does he believe like a fool here?

Sith let go of his hand, raised his eyelids, and suddenly asked, "Are you doing the same with others?"

In fact, this question should not be asked, after all, it is something that each other knows well, but Sith asked it in such a grandiose manner, as if letting himself go.

If someone familiar with him was by his side, he would probably laugh his head off.

Qin Jing was obviously very handy in answering such questions, smiled slightly, and asked softly, "Aren't I a male puppet?"

"..."

Seeing that Sith stopped talking again, Qin Jing coughed softly with a suppressed smile, and said earnestly and kindly: "But I'm yours now."

Sith raised his head and glanced at him. There were indescribable emotions buried deep in those eyes. Qin Jing couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it. He just leaned over with a smile, held Sith's head, and kissed it gently on his forehead.

"Why are you still eating jealously?" Qin Jing pressed his forehead, as if educating his own ignorant children, and murmured, "Now we have promised, don't worry now , don’t get emotional, I have to play other things later.”

Sith's face turned blue and white, and finally squeezed Qin Jing's chin silently.

Qin Jing hummed softly, like a low moan.

Sith's face became even harder to look: "Do you think I'm going to kiss you?"

"Otherwise?" Qin Jing slightly raised his eyelids, his eyes were a little blurred, shaking with unspeakable emotion, "Such a wonderful atmosphere, do you want to push me away?"

"Of course not." Sith gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled him in with his chin, biting Qin Jing's neck.

Qin Jing suddenly stopped whining and was not confused, and wailed at the top of his voice: "Wrong, wrong, big brother, wrong, I won't seduce you anymore...Take it lightly, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Sit over there." Sith pushed the person away with an ugly expression, and pointed to Qin Jing's original seat.

Qin Jing clutched his neck and retracted pitifully.

No one spoke for a while.

The Ferris wheel slowly descended from the highest point, and the scenery that had left them just now re-enlarged in their eyes a little bit.Sith glanced at Qin Jing, who looked pitiful.

For some unknown reason, Sith suddenly felt a little guilty—so he cleared his throat, took the initiative to provoke the topic, wanted to defuse the awkward atmosphere, and quietly asked for some information he wanted to know: "You still Do you have any other relatives?"

As soon as the words came out, Sith's ears perked up, and there was a trace of invisible solemnity in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jing became even more silent, and even the sly twinkle in his eyes disappeared. The whole person seemed to have lost all vitality suddenly, and he was stuck on the seat lifelessly.

After a while, the young man raised his head and asked him calmly, "Why are you asking this?"

From Qin Jing's silence, Sith knew that he had touched the young man's restricted area.

But aren't those things that arouse countless curiosity, one forbidden area after another?

But Sith wisely did not continue to ask, but immediately apologized: "Sorry."

Qin Jing shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing... I don't blame you."

Probably because he felt that being too depressed would have a bad influence on customers, the young man raised his smile after being depressed for a while: "I'll go buy cotton candy later."

For some reason, looking at Qin Jing's bright smile, Sith suddenly felt a little distressed.

So involuntarily, he stretched out his hand and said to Qin Jing, "Come."

Qin Jing obediently stuffed his hand into Sith's cold hand, and the latter pulled him into his arms as soon as he exerted force, the whole wheel box suddenly leaned towards Sith's side due to the unbalanced center of gravity, allowing Sith to sit in the chair The two of them seemed to be lying on the sofa, very flat, but not very soft.

"You..." Qin Jing was surprised by the other party's sudden warmth for a moment, and then his hair was pulled.

Sith pulled his head back, revealing a fair neck, then lowered his head and kissed the place where Qin Jing had been bitten by him just now, it didn't seem so annoying.

Then he smiled and babbled nonsense: "I don't care about men and women, but I don't like others to seduce me."

Qin Jing still didn't listen to the training even though his hair was plucked, he smiled wickedly, narrowed his eyes and said ambiguously, "I don't."

So the hair was pulled tighter.

The young man yelled for the second time, and all the ambiguity disappeared from him: "Brother, I was wrong this time, I was really wrong!"

Sith couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and quickly suppressed his smile, and glanced at the small door of the wheelhouse: "Go down and buy cotton candy."

Qin Jing managed to get away from him, and hurriedly straightened his hair, which was messed up like a chicken coop. When he got out of the small gate, he didn't forget to make a face at others, twisted his buttocks a few times, and ran away laughing.

Sith touched his pocket, and all the gold coins in it were taken away by this guy.

But why are you not angry at all?

Sith stood under the Ferris wheel, looking at the scene of laughing and talking with the peddler under the street lamp not far away, and suddenly felt a warm illusion—how long had he not felt this kind of family-like warmth?

After buying two marshmallows, Qin Jing walked back with a smile on his lips, leaned forward and handed one to Sith. Sith subconsciously touched his pocket, and he put the gold coin back at some point.

It was at this time that Sith escaped from the dreamlike atmosphere, the warmth in his eyes faded little by little, and finally became indifferent again.

At the club that day, Hagrid had asserted that Qin Jing was not an ordinary person, and Sith had reservations about this, after all, he had never seen it with his own eyes.

But just now, Qin Jing let the gold coin go back and forth in his pocket twice without him noticing.

This person is definitely not simple.

Sith took the marshmallow, Qin Jing immediately smiled, leaned over and took a big bite of Sith's marshmallow, the candy sticking to his lips, it was a bit funny, there was still some provocation in the delicate eyebrows and eyes, looking straight at to him.

The person who was provoked was determined not to waver just now, but when he saw the little guy standing in front of him alive, he couldn't help but rubbed his hair: "Okay, let's go home."

The voice is quite gentle, but the temperature in those eyes is always cold.

Sith told himself over and over again in his heart: I am here to do business, not to seek excitement.

After calming down, he had the first step in his mind—to find an opportunity to ask him about the photos.