Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

Bai Qingjiu helped him onto the bed, it took a lot of effort, but Murong Qin took his hand and pulled him down easily.

White sake was pressed against his chest, panting heavily, dripping water from his wet hair, falling on his Adam's apple.

Bai Qingjiu made a gesture to get up, but was pressed tightly by Murong Qin, closed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Lick it clean."

"You didn't sleep."

Murong Qin didn't respond, as if he had to wait for him to lick his throat before he would speak.

Bai Qingjiu reached out to wipe it off, but he firmly grasped it: "Be obedient, use your mouth."

Bai Qingjiu blushed, tilted his head, stuck out his tongue lightly, licked it and left quickly, the tip of his tongue felt cool, and his Adam's apple became wet again.

Murong Qin was very satisfied, Bai Qingjiu thought he would do something more domineering, even prepared to escape, but he fell asleep peacefully.

Bai Qingjiu exhaled slowly, and rubbed his fingers on the bridge of his nose: "Murongqin, are you asleep?"

"..."

"I want to go to the future to find you. I am not dead, and the child is fine. I want to hear you say it again, do you love me? Five years later, do you still love me?"

"..."

"I love you, whether five years ago or five years later, I will love you."

Bai Qingjiu gently sat up, pulled away the half-hanging clothes, and suddenly remembered something, ran to the underground warehouse with bare feet, and took out the drawing board and pen.

Beside Murong Qin's bed, Bai Qingjiu was busy for a while, and finally picked up the pen in a dignified manner.

Where do I start to draw?Bai Qingjiu outlines an outline. In the past, he was only drawn out of imagination. Murong Qin, who is indifferent, unsmiling, and always just a profile face, has never been so close, only a distance away from a drawing board to copy him.

He fell asleep without any defenses, his eyebrows were loosened, his hair was hanging on his forehead, Bai Qingjiu had never seen him like this.

The brush rubbed against the paper, and the lines gradually became clear and smooth. Bai Qingjiu yawned, a little sleepy, but he insisted on finishing the painting. What a rare opportunity, maybe there will never be one in the future.

Murong Qin turned over, turned his face away, touched the big flat bed with his palm, and frowned at the feeling of emptiness.

Bai Qingjiu paused to write, and suddenly remembered that Murong Qin likes to sleep on the right side, the bed is so big, obviously sleeping on the right side can not interfere with each other, but he wants to drive Bai Qingjiu to the right side.

Every time the warm-up exercise ended, Murong Qin always had a stern face, as if he would never touch him again.

Bai Qingjiu leaned sideways and bit his fingers, wondering if he didn't do well somewhere?Made him angry again.

But when he woke up in the morning, he always had a heavy arm on his body, imprisoning him in his arms, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Bai Qingjiu put down the pen, the painting is almost finished, sometimes it would be better to leave room.

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The next day, after waking up, Murong Qin began to look for someone violently, ran downstairs wearing slippers, and punched the wall hard: "Bai Qingjiu, how dare you run away."

Bai Qingjiu came out with two plates of breakfast, with a confused look on his face: "What's wrong?"

"You..." Murong Qin came over, and most of the anger disappeared: "You are still there."

Bai Qingjiu put down the plate, saw him running out in pajamas and slippers, with his hair unkempt, couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Murong lost his composure."

Murong Qin grabbed his hand and hugged him, with a soft voice: "Who knows if you will leave without saying goodbye again, I'm really afraid of you."

"Are you afraid of me?"

Murong Qin pinched his side full of bones: "If you dare to leave without saying a word, I will dig three feet to find you. Do you think you escaped? Huh?"

Bai Qingjiu was ticklish, so he dodged subconsciously, but was pulled back by Murong Qin: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, sit down and eat."

"You hold me, how can I sit down?"

Murong Qin dragged the chair out, hugged him and sat down, tightly against his back, with a very intimate posture: "You sit on my lap."

Bai Qingjiu's clothes were thin, and he could feel the heat through a layer of cloth, so he had to lower his head in shame, not daring to look at him.

Murong Qin took a piece of bread, sandwiched eggs and ham, and put it near his mouth: "Open your mouth."

"I'm not hungry, you eat first."

"You are too thin, you need to eat more, otherwise, how can you raise this in your stomach?"

Bai Qingjiu bit his lip: "You really...don't mind?"

"I mind, but I mind more about you."

"That abortion notice..."

"Torn."

Bai Qingjiu's complexion finally improved, and he sniffled: "Thank you."

"It's good that you understand." Murong Qin pressed against the back of his neck, breathing hotly. If Bai Qingjiu could see it, he would find that his eyes were not as gentle as he said.

Bai Qingjiu opened his mouth and bit down a corner, he was more relieved when he was sure that the breakfast he made was not bad.

Murong Qin pinched his face and wiped the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth: "You feed me too."

"what?"

Bai Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, he had lived with Murong Qin for five years, and he had never acted so ambiguously, let alone sitting in the same chair for breakfast, he usually put on his clothes and left without saying a word.

Who in the end always loves to leave without saying a word, is it me?

Several times, Bai Qingjiu was worried that it would be bad for his health if he didn't eat breakfast, so he sent it to him through the company's trail, but he turned away the boxed lunch and put it on the side of the desk without even looking at it.

Bai Qingjiu peeked through the glass door for a while, but he still didn't eat. As for where the breakfast went, Bai Qingjiu didn't know.

Later, Murong Qin thought he couldn't do anything at home and asked him to come to the company as an assistant for a while. Only then did Bai Qingjiu hear that President Murong didn't eat breakfast until ten o'clock every morning, and no one was allowed to enter his office. People eat delicious.

"Why are you in a daze again?" Murong Qin looked upset, and simply hugged him and turned him around, ordering him to look at himself.

Bai Qingjiu's eyes finally lit up again, took the bread in his hand, and said very earnestly, "Skipping breakfast is not good for your health."

Murong Qin said, "Of course I know."

"Then why did you..."

"Ok?"

"In short, you must not stop eating in the future, even if you eat later."

Murong Qin smiled and said, "What? You're going to take care of me now. If I don't eat it, I must wait for you to give it to me."

Bai Qingjiu seemed to understand something in an instant: "So it is like this."

"Bai Qingjiu, why are you always distracted when you are with me? What are you thinking in your little head?"

Bai Qingjiu pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "What can I think about, I just miss you."

Murong Qin bit off the bread in his hand, and the two of them finished eating quickly.