I seduce my rival by becoming beautiful

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, Zhuang Qi is reluctant to close his eyes, the feelings that have been suppressed for too long are like a flood that has opened the gate, once it erupts, it is difficult to stop.

Jin Xingmao's lips were crimson, the water stains from being chewed were sticky, she was staring at her eyes that were too late to close, her expression was cute and dazed, and Zhuang Qi reluctantly got up and pulled away from each other when he had enough kisses.

Zhuang Qi's hand was still clasping his head, his eyes were full of soft starlight, his ears and cheeks were red, and his forehead was pressed against his.

He was still unskilled in kissing, his fingers holding Jin Xingmao trembled slightly, and the small movements between his fingers were constantly ambiguous. When the wind blew on a rainy night, it didn't wake them up, but instead raised the temperature between them.

"You...Zhuang Qi, you..." Jin Xingmao touched his sore lips, he couldn't believe what happened just now, was he kissed?Kissed by Zhuang Qi?

what is he doingWhat are you crazy about?Why kiss yourself?A lot of fun?

Countless questions circled around, and Jin Xingmao's brain froze for a long time before he came back to his senses, eager to know his motivation and reason for doing this, and to hear a reasonable explanation from him.

Zhuang Qi stared at him deeply, lowered his eyes after a while, and said "Sorry" in a low voice.

Jin Xingmao took a few deep breaths, tried to suppress the anger in his chest, and asked, "Zhuang Qi, I need your explanation."

Zhuang Qi was silent for a while: "Brother, don't you still know why I did this?"

Jin Xingmao paused, a thought flashed into his mind quickly, and he quickly called back, frowning tightly, "How would I know if you don't tell me."

"I like you, is it clear now?"

Jin Xingmao laughed out loud: "You like me? You like... What do you mean, Zhuang Qi, you can talk nonsense, but you can't make jokes."

While speaking, the smile gradually disappeared.

Zhuang Qi stared at him deeply: "Brother, I kissed you, do you still think I'm joking?

Jin Xingmao fell into a brief silence, and then expressionlessly pushed away his hands that were still holding his face. The temperature of those palms made him uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

He earnestly met Zhuang Qi's blazing eyes that no longer suppressed his joy, but he subconsciously lowered his eyes from the scorching heat, and he clenched his lips unnaturally for a while and then loosened them.

Going back and forth like this several times, Zhuang Qi was afraid that he would bite his lip, so he took a deep breath, stretched out his thumb to press his lips, and stopped his next movement.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time.

"Brother, you don't have to feel embarrassed." His eyes already showed everything, since he didn't speak out, Zhuang Qi didn't want to make it difficult for him.

"...Well, I didn't expect this to happen."

"Brother, I just beg you one thing, don't run away from me because of my feelings for fans, okay?"

This is something that Zhuang Qi has always been worried about. If he didn't have this worry, he would have confessed to Jin Xingmao earlier.

Jin Xingmao glanced at him, Zhuang Qi forced a smile, the tired and tired look on his brow made people feel uncomfortable and distressed.

While thinking about it, he said softly "hmm".

There are too many things between them that have not been explained, such as why Zhuang Qi likes him, when did he fall in love with him...

In fact, it is meaningless to get to the bottom of it, but if you don't know the reason, Jin Xingmao, who loves to dig into horns, can't stop thinking about it.

Jin Xingmao had a complicated heart, so he had to pretend to be relaxed and pat Zhuang Qi on the shoulder.

"I'll go back first, you should rest early too."

"It's still raining, bro, I'll take you back."

"Just give me an umbrella. You won't be too lazy to run in a few minutes, not to mention wearing such thin clothes."

Zhuang Qi knew what he was thinking, so he stopped insisting and forcing, and found an umbrella for him.

"Brother, pay attention to safety, send me a message when you get home."

Jin Xingmao was holding an umbrella, with his free hands in his pockets, and his long body was standing tall in the rain curtain. Hearing this, he lifted the umbrella cover slightly, and the soft light shone on his face, smudged his handsome face, in the night light China and the United States are suffocating.

Zhuang Qi lost his mind for a moment.

Jin Xingmao took out his hand from his pocket and waved at him: "Hurry up and get in the house, don't catch a cold, I can't be responsible, let's go."

The moment he turned around, the smile quickly fell, and was replaced by entanglement.

Watching Jin Xingmao's figure completely disappear into the rain curtain, Zhuang Qi stood at the door for a few minutes before entering the room with a soft breath.

Jin Xingmao really hit the spot, when he received news that Zhuang Qi had a cold and fever this morning, he froze for several seconds before calling someone.

The first time it didn't connect, the second time the bell rang and the call went through.

"Brother, good morning." A vague and hoarse voice came through the receiver.

Jin Xingmao, who had been insomnia all night because of what happened last night, was not in a good mood, rubbing the bridge of his nose and asked in a deep voice, "Zhuang Qi, are you home alone?"

"Hmm..." Zhuang Qi answered vaguely, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

Jin Xingmao was silent for a while, then asked: "Is the cold serious? Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, my aunt has asked for leave because of something at home, brother, I feel uncomfortable, it's so cold..."

Listening to his breathless nasal stuffiness, Jin Xingmao had already imagined him lying alone on the bed wrapped tightly in the quilt.

This reminded Jin Xingmao of when Zhuang Qi was a child, he would become very clingy when he was sick. He was only a few years old at that time, and when he had a cold and fever, he liked to hug his arm and act like a baby. This trick was very useful for Jin Xingmao.

After so many years of contact and contact, I thought that his habits would change when he grew up, but it turned out that he didn't.

Unknowingly thinking about what happened last night, Jin Xingmao let out a sigh of relief. The original plan to shoot the "Ten Second Lipstick Challenge" also lost his mood because of what happened last night.

Worried about Zhuang Qi's physical condition, Jin Xingmao took clothes from the closet and said, "Wait a minute, I'll be right over."

Hearing that he was coming, Zhuang Qi opened his eyes slightly, and put the back of his hand on his forehead in discomfort: "Don't bother, I can't infect you, I'll just rest."

"It's good to rest and rest. Colds can be big or small. Do you know how many people underestimate the cold as a small problem, and it eventually spread to pneumonia. Okay, let's not talk nonsense, I hung up, and I will be there soon."

Hanging up the call with a stern tone, Jin Xingmao put on his clothes and went downstairs. Seeing that Aunt Chen had stewed black chicken soup, he rushed into the kitchen to find a thermos box full, and hurried to the dealer.

I don't know whether it is a tacit understanding or fate. Not long ago, Jin Xingmao was in danger, and Zhuang Qi rescued him. Now that Zhuang Qi has a cold, he went to take care of others.

This kind of thing can go round and round and complement each other.

At the gate of the Zhuang's house, Xu knew that Jin Xingmao was coming, Zhuang Qi had been waiting for him, and the door was not closed. Jin Xingmao carried the chicken soup and entered the Zhuang's villa without hindrance.

Zhuang Qi leaned against the door frame, wrapped in winter fluffy pajamas, his lips were pale, but his face was flushed.

Jin Xingmao looked so weak that he was about to fall down in a second, so afraid that he would fall down, Jin Xingmao hurriedly pushed him into the room, touched his face, and felt his cold hands.

"The door is the air outlet. How long have you been standing? You must have been waiting for me after the phone call, right?"

Zhuang Qi narrowed his eyes, and let him grab his wrist and head towards the sofa, and lay down on the sofa under his arrangement, covered with a thick blanket.

There was still a warm touch on the wrist that he held, Zhuang Qi looked at him, his body's discomfort was healed by everything about him, and his heart felt as warm as a small heater.

"It just so happens that Aunt Chen made black-bone chicken soup. Is there any food at home? You can eat something with the rice, and then take some cold medicine."

"Almost forgot, have you taken your temperature? Do you have cold medicine and antipyretics at home?"

He opened the lid of the box and got no reply. Looking back, Zhuang Qi was staring at him intently.

The author has something to say: I can finally eat spicy strips when my eyes are healed, Kai Sen