Husband's Fingertips

He Qi, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, was propping up his body and reaching out to touch Xia Wangchuan's face, while the latter was backing away while blocking something.

No matter how you look at the movements and postures of the two, He Qi is molesting Xia Wangchuan.

Qiu Jiyan only felt a "buzz" in his head, and he, who had always maintained his composure, rushed forward like a racing car that suddenly lost control.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Qiu Jiyan's angry voice startled the two people on the bed and beside the bed.

Seeing Qiu Jiyan who had rushed to the bed, He Qi suddenly withdrew his outstretched hand, the expression on his face changed again and again, and finally he forced a smile.

"Jiyan, don't get me wrong, it's not what you think!"

Qiu Jiyan's left hand had already grabbed He Qi's collar, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he was about to swing it out.

Xia Wangchuan beside the bed hastily called out softly, "President Qiu, you misunderstood!"

Hearing Xia Wangchuan's words, Qiu Jiyan stopped the fist of his right hand in the air, looked at Xia Wangchuan's anxious face with some hesitation, and slowly loosened He Qi's collar.

His eyes met Xia Wangchuan's, his eyes were filled with anxiety, "Are you okay?"

Xia Wangchuan hurriedly waved at him.

"It's okay, Mr. He is joking with me."

Looking at Qiu Jiyan's gloomy face, Xia Wangchuan knew that these words could not dispel the doubts in his heart.

"That's Mr. Qiu. Just now Mr. He said that he wanted to see what I looked like with my glasses off. I said I was busy operating the massager and it was inconvenient to take off my glasses. So forget it. Mr. He probably wanted to have a chat with me." Just kidding, I just said something that was inconvenient for you and I will pick it for you, no, just as he stretched out his hand, you came in."

Hearing what Xia Wangchuan said clearly and clearly, the anger on Qiu Jiyan's face gradually calmed down a little.

He glanced at He Qi whose waist and legs were connected with massage belts, turned around and said to Xia Wangchuan, "Brother Xia, go back first, I'll talk to my classmates about something."

Xia Wangchuan responded, helped He Qi take off the massage belt on his body, turned off the instrument, nodded to He Qi who was on the bed, turned and went out.

The room seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

This silence seemed to be just a short moment, and it seemed to have passed for a long time.

Qiu Jiyan put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his gaze fell directly on the opposite wall.

"President Qiu, don't you even want to look at me?"

He Qi finally sat up slowly from the massage table, fixed his eyes on Qiu Jiyan's face, and his tone seemed to be questioning with resentment.

"You do not deserve."

Qiu Jiyan's voice was very low, but it was as cold as the ice under the snow-capped mountains in winter.

"I don't deserve it, who deserves it? The four-eyed masseur? You've taken a fancy to him, right? You have a strong taste, Qiu Jiyan!"

There was an obvious sourness in He Qi's pretendingly relaxed voice.

"You are sick!"

Qiu Jiyan's voice rose instantly.

"I'm sick?"

"Qiu Jiyan, can you hide me from others if you can hide it from others? Your family members have said that this person surnamed Xia used to be a massage parlor technician. You used to hide from this kind of service place, but now you can take it back on your own initiative. It's time to go home, and you're still yelling at Brother Xia one by one, do you dare to say that your heart is a pool of stagnant water?"

He Qi took a long breath, staring at Qiu Jiyan's slowly narrowing eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Do you know why I took off his glasses? Mr. Qiu, I believe you have much better eyesight than me. This masseuse needs to be tall and handsome. You can't fail to see it, right? Playing stupid and ugly like this The person who stays with you is naturally trying to figure out something, and you still defend him so much and don't expose him, how can you still say that you didn't like him?"

Qiu Jiyan turned around slowly, his eyes fell on He Qi's face.

It was the first time he had looked him in the eye this evening.

"He Qi, listen, you don't need to bring irrelevant people into the matter between us. It doesn't matter if I don't like anyone. The important thing is that I don't like you, understand?"

The expression on He Qi's face slowly solidified into a bloodless white base.

"You just hate me like that? Qiu Jiyan, I was wrong about what happened back then, but wasn't my original intention also because I liked you? Why are you seeing me like an enemy now? Tell me, what's the matter?"

Qiu Jiyan slowly turned his gaze from He Qi's face to the wall again.

"He Qi, I didn't expect you to be as shameless as you are today. With my attitude, you can still come to my house."

"That's right, I hate you. You say that I treat you as an enemy or an opponent, it's all right! I can tell you that you think what you did back then was nothing, but to me, it was all in this life." One of the most disappointing things for me. The road is walked by yourself, but the face is given by others, I hope you leave my house right now, so that I can guarantee that you will go out with your face!"

It seems that Qiu Jiyan has not spoken such a long word with others for a long time, nor has he used such intense and angry emotions.

So much so that after saying these words, his indifferent face was flushed with anger.

He Qi seemed to want to say something more, he opened his mouth, but he still didn't make a sound.

After a moment.

The figures of the two quickly walked from the massage room through the corridor to the gate, without touching anyone from the Qiu family.

"Qiu Jiyan, you know me, I, He Qi, will never forget you, you must remember it well!"

When He Qi walked out of the gate, he turned his head and smiled at the gloomy man. The corners of his eyes and mouth were all flying upwards, but this time, the smile seemed uglier than crying.

Qiu Jiyan didn't even look at him, and closed the door calmly.

Late at night.

Mr. Qiu Jiyan, who had been thinking about a massage for a whole day, really didn't get a massage today.

When thinking of this, Qiu Jiyan, who was lying on the bed with his hair in a daze for a while, couldn't help but smiled wryly.

At this time, I don't know if the man next door is sleeping or not.

The scene of He Qi reaching out to pick off Xia Wangchuan's glasses in the massage room appeared before Qiu Jiyan's eyes again, and he frowned.

Unexpectedly, he would be the first person to find out that Xia Wangchuan was covering up his true face.

In fact, there is nothing unexpected. In a sense, the man who has been staring at him has always been very careful when dealing with the people around him. It can even be said that he has always been on guard.

It's just that for Xia Wangchuan, wouldn't he feel very embarrassed and surprised by this incident?

I want to come and meet.

After all, the scene that happened in the massage room at that time, whether it was He Qi's rash harassment or his own outburst of anger, should have been very inconceivable to him who had nothing to do with it.

Even, he will have endless associations with the relationship between himself and He Qi.

Under the circumstances at that time, in his heart, he probably didn't feel that he and He Qi were just simple classmates. I'm afraid, he would imagine that they were lovers who loved each other in the past and killed each other now.

Qiu Jiyan sat up straight suddenly.

A feeling of more irritability than before filled his mind in an instant.

No, I can't let him have such a misunderstanding about himself!

Suddenly, this thought was confirmed in his mind, and now he had to say something to the man next door.

Moreover, instead of simply explaining these seemingly inexplicable things to him, Qiu Jiyan still had a very strong desire at this time, he really wanted to lie on Xia Wangchuan's lap like he was in the car that day, Feeling his gentle but powerful fingertips, she completely threw away all her troubles in the continuous heat.

Qiu Jiyan in the night seemed to have overlooked one thing. When he was thinking like a tide, no matter what he thought or did, it was not what an ordinary masseur should do to a family.

However, he doesn't know it yet.

Xia Wangchuan was a little puzzled that he couldn't read "Dream of Red Mansions" that he never got tired of reading today.

No matter which chapter he turned to, what appeared on the page was not the appearance of Daiyu Baochai or Sister Feng, but two men's faces, two faces that made him a little confused.

Those were the faces of Qiu Jiyan and He Qi.

One is indifferent and gloomy, and the other is smiling but not smiling.What kind of relationship is there between these two people?

However, what made him even more confused was Qiu Jiyan's behavior in the massage room.

When He Qi half-jokingly and half-seriously reached out to take off his glasses, Qiu Jiyan's loud shout and clenched fist made Xia Wangchuan feel a completely different Qiu Jiyan from before.

At that moment, he lost his indifferent face and calm eyes, replaced by uncontrollable anger and a pair of eyes that were burning with fire.

And the reason for such a huge change turned out to be because of... herself.

Although it was just a seemingly plain question, "Are you all right?"

But from his lost composure and the momentary unconcealed concern, Xia Wangchuan has already sensed a trace of the man's heart.

Could it be that he was already slowly approaching the softest place in that ice-covered fortress?

Suddenly there was a light knock on the glass window on the balcony door.

Xia Wangchuan, who was lost in thought, froze for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, a tall figure was standing on the balcony watching him quietly.

It was Qiu Jiyan.

Seeing Xia Wangchuan looking at him in surprise, Qiu Jiyan seemed to smile slightly, stretched out his right hand again, and flicked lightly on the glass window twice.

"I made some tea, do you want to come out for a drink or two?"

Xia Wangchuan didn't have time to think about anything, and nodded slightly to the person outside the window.

Drink, why not drink it.

Not to mention the tea you made, even the medicine you prescribed, I would drink it without hesitation.

Because the figure standing in the dim light of the balcony is not someone else, but the one I am thinking of, you.

The two people on the balcony maintained the same posture.

They all leaned slightly, with one arm propped on the railing of the balcony, and the other hand holding a teacup. In the cool night wind, the smell of white tea became more and more mellow and warm.

This evening, as if they had made an appointment, both of them were wearing white nightgowns, standing side by side in front of the railing on the dim balcony, looking into the distance.

If you look at it from a distance, the black space background and the white outlines of the characters are quite like a freehand painting frozen in time.

"I didn't give you a massage today. Are you feeling strong?"

Xia Wangchuan took a sip of tea and asked the man beside him softly.

"It's very bad."

Qiu Jiyan's voice seemed to have an unusual tone amidst the usual deep voice.

Why does it sound like... acting like a baby?

Xia Wangchuan was stunned by this absolutely unexpected tone, subconsciously turned his head.

Qiu Jiyan was also looking at him.

His heart beat uncontrollably faster.

"Where...what's wrong? I'll help you...press."

"It's not good here."

Xia Wangchuan's eyes followed Qiu Jiyan's fingers and froze.

Qiu Jiyan refers to the position of his heart.

If it was someone else who said this sentence in front of him, Xia Wangchuan would think that the other party was joking with him, of course, it might also be flirting.

But when these words came out of Qiu Jiyan's mouth, for some reason, Xia Wangchuan could deeply believe that what he said was true.

This man's heart must be weak today.

Is it because of He Qi?

"Gold medal masseurs are also in trouble?"

Qiu Jiyan also took a sip of tea, looked at Xia Wangchuan who was staring at his chest in a daze, and asked quietly.

Xia Wangchuan came back to his senses, his eyes collided with Qiu Jiyan in the air.

He found that when Qiu Jiyan faced himself tonight, whether it was words or eyes, he seemed to have let go of a lot of things.

"Actually...it's not difficult," Xia Wangchuan gently pressed his right hand on his heart, "All parts of the human body have the same meridians, including the human heart."

"It's just that when the meridians are not smooth, some parts are suitable for massage with fingers, and some places are suitable for piercing with golden needles. The human heart is more suitable for sensing and listening with another heart... I think , That’s a kind of massage too.”

"Because as a qualified masseuse, his ten fingers are originally connected to the heart."

He didn't raise his head to look at Qiu Jiyan, but he knew that when he said these words, the man's gaze stayed on his face.

There was a wind blowing, but the two men in nightgowns on the balcony didn't seem to feel the coldness of the night wind.

Qiu Jiyan: "I do feel overwhelmed by something, and I really want to talk to someone."

Xia Wangchuan glanced at him, "Is it related to He Qi?"

Qiu Jiyan smiled, "That's right, since you said that masseurs can also rely on listening and heart to massage, then you... want to hear me talk?"

"Honestly, I've never told anyone about these things."

Xia Wangchuan didn't answer, but nodded deeply.

Qiu Jiyan walked to the rattan chair on the balcony first.

"However, your hands are so good, don't be idle, and massage my neck while listening."

Xia Wangchuan: "..."

Under the moonlight, Qiu Jiyan half sat and half leaned on the wicker chair, Xia Wangchuan stood behind him, and gently pressed his ten fingers on the back of his neck.

"He Qi was my roommate when I was in college in the United States..."