pretend crush

Can you be in no hurry?

Do I have to wait until I land on a deserted island in the Pacific Ocean before I start worrying!

Although the atmosphere was not right, Meng Ziqin still had an expectant expression on his face.

Zhou Qiu frowned slightly, as if he was confused.

Doesn't it mean that working and resting time is so difficult...

Mencius Qin's cheek was gently touched by Zhou Qiu's warm lips.

"Is it enough?" Zhou Qiu asked him.

Meng Ziqin was stunned: "I am enough for your mother!"

Zhou Qiu chuckled, and kissed him again in the same place: "Don't be so irritable."

"Okay, you can sleep now." Zhou Qiu patted his quilt, got up and left.

The door of the room closed with a crisp sound of a flick of the lock.

Meng Ziqin: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?

Handbook: You were kissed kissed kissed just now!

Meng Ziqin: I remember that I was clearly completing the task, right?

The manual was so excited: Mmmmmmmmmmm!

Mencius stared at the ceiling, feeling that the world was getting more and more outrageous.

After Zhou Qiu rushed out of the room, he was not in a good condition. He leaned against the back of the sofa and stared blankly for a while, remembering that he still had a pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket, and opened it with a flick of his hand, which happened to be the last one left.

But he didn't know if Meng Ziqin could smell the smoke. When he started smoking, Meng Ziqin was no longer by his side.

So Zhou Qiu opened the glass door of the balcony, the cold wind blew in, and the spark from the cigarette was lit.

Nearly an hour later.

Handbook: Your Mission...

Meng Ziqin turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt, the flush on his face didn't seem to diminish at all: Don't talk, don't talk, don't talk!

Why did Zhou Qiu feel that he was begging for a kiss?And why did you really want to kiss him!

Meng Ziqin couldn't figure it out, as if there was a tangled cotton thread in his head.

When he was in college, Meng Ziqin realized that he was different from other boys in that aspect, but he didn't expect that even Zhou Qiu was like this!

The place where Zhou Chou kissed was burning hot, and Meng Ziqin couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

Manual: Huh~

Meng Ziqin: I'm going to do the task!

That's right, everything is for the task.

Meng Ziqin ran out of the room, but didn't see Zhou Qiu's shadow, and knocked on his door again, but no one answered.

Mencius: He left?

Handbook: I think he'll see to it.

Mencius: ...Am I asking this?

Meng Ziqin pressed the doorknob, and the door was easily pushed open. The light was on in the bathroom, and there was the sound of dripping water.

It turned out to be taking a bath.

Mencius entered the room and sat on the sofa, ready to wait for him for a while.

Handbook: Why are you sitting so upright?

Meng Ziqin: No...

Actually quite.

Thinking of Zhou Qiu throwing him on the bed and pressing him down, Meng Ziqin didn't dare to sit up and down.He didn't dare to be distracted, and kept listening carefully to the sounds in the bathroom.

It didn't take long for the sound of the water to stop, and Meng Ziqin became tense from head to toe.

Manual: Come take a deep breath with me.

Meng Ziqin: Can you still breathe?

There was a "click" of the bathroom door, and the sound of slippers followed and stopped. Zhou Qiu was wrapped in a bathrobe, because he was wiping his hair with a towel in his hand, and his upper body showed a large clear chest.

"You..." Zhou Qiu's Adam's apple rolled.

"I, I want to ask you about your schedule."

Anyway, it's already like this, it's better to break the jar!

Zhou Qiu walked up to him and looked down at him for a while.

Meng Ziqin was under the white of the dark blue pajamas, and he lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

Zhou Qiu: "Why do you want to know so much?"

Mencius faltered: "Because... what do you want, healthy□□live, yes it is healthy□□live, is it strange to refer to the schedule of colleagues?"

Zhou Qiu felt that Meng Ziqin must be thinking of something else, so he asked in a disbelieving tone, "Oh?"

Mencius nodded, and was about to add a few words, before he hung in the air for a second.

Zhou Qiu picked him up and smiled, "I see, don't be shy."

Meng Ziqin: What does Ning know?

"Hey, why are you putting me down?" Meng Ziqin struggled, but Zhou Qiu hugged him even tighter.

"Don't move around and be careful of falling." Zhou Chou warned him, took a few steps to put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Mencius Qin lifted the quilt to leave, but was pushed back by Zhou Qiu.

"Aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep."

Handbook: If you sleep with him, won't you be able to know his schedule?

Mencius quietly covered the quilt.

Meng Ziqin: Although the facts are like this, can you be a little more careful when you speak!

Zhou Qiu quickly walked around to the other side and got on the bed, pulled half of the quilt to cover it, then leaned over and wrapped Mencius tightly with the other half.

"I turned off the light." After Zhou Qiu finished speaking, he turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness.

None of them spoke, Meng Ziqin couldn't sleep well and was afraid of disturbing Zhou Qiu, so he turned over quietly a few times after an unknown period of time.

Zhou Qiu didn't sleep well, anyway, it used to be like this.

Sometimes Meng Ziqin would also live in Zhou Qiu's house and share a bed with Zhou Qiu.

Meng Ziqin was always the first to fall asleep. There was only one time when he turned over uncomfortably because of a nightmare, and finally opened his eyes to find that Zhou Qiu was still awake, looking at him through a layer of quilt.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Zhou Qiu asked him.

Mencius nodded and said, "Aren't you asleep yet?"

"Hurry up, I won't fall asleep if you move."

From then on, Meng Ziqin and Zhou Qiu slept together, and if he wanted to move, he would be careful.

"It's time to sleep." Zhou Qiu noticed Meng Ziqin's movement, went up to touch his hair, put his hand on his shoulder, and patted him lightly.

Meng Ziqin was coaxed very comfortably, and he still remembered his mission before falling asleep, and asked without any hope: "What time do you usually go to bed?"

Zhou Qiu rubbed the back of his neck and said: "If you have a script in your hand, it's one or two o'clock. It's impossible to be eleven or twelve o'clock, but I get up early in the morning, and I will go for a morning run at six or seven o'clock. I will try my best to lighten up tomorrow." Come on, I won't bother you."

Meng Ziqin: Why didn't you say it earlier? !

Handbook: Chin Chin, congratulations on completing the mission—know his routine.

Meng Ziqin just wants to leave here immediately!

Zhou Qiu rubbed his hair again: "Go to bed soon, I will kiss you if you don't sleep."

Meng Ziqin immediately closed his eyes.

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Qiu was no longer there. Meng Ziqin lay on the bed and got up to wash up. Just after he came out of the bathroom, he met Zhou Qiu who came in with breakfast.

He was only wearing a thin tracksuit, and his upper body was soaked with sweat, and the clothes clinged tightly.

"Come and have breakfast when you wake up. I'll take a shower first." Zhou Qiu put the breakfast on the dining table, took off his shirt as he walked to the room, and his beautiful muscle lines rose and fell.

Meng Ziqin turned his head, quickly ran to the table and sat down, dragged a bag in front of him and started eating.

Manual: Tut tut.

Meng Ziqin: Don't talk while eating!

Zhou Qiu's magazine shoot was scheduled to start at ten o'clock in the morning, and the two went downstairs together after packing up.

Both Xiaozhou and Zhao Chengshan were waiting for them in the nanny's car.

As soon as he got in the car, Meng Ziqin yawned, and Xiao Zhou asked concerned, "Did you sleep well last night, Brother Meng?"

Zhou Qiu patted Meng Ziqin on the head: "Tossing on purpose, it's strange if you wake up."

"Tsk," Mencius turned his head to hide, "Why do you still have this problem?"

Zhou Qiu has always liked to touch and pat him on the head, and he has never ignored the words that Meng Ziqin read since he was a child, don't touch my head.

Xiaozhou: ...I am a mature person, I am used to it.

"Brother Meng, there is a cushion in front, do you want me to give it to you..." Xiao Zhou gave Meng Ziqin a tentative look.

"Take it if you want." Meng Ziqin didn't understand why he was hesitating.

There are always a few soft and fluffy cushions in the car. I bought them because I was afraid that the leather seats would be uncomfortable in winter.

Xiao Zhou said with a mournful face, "Okay..."

...Okay, the raised cabbage was arched.

The shooting location was in the suburbs, where the temperature was lower than in the city. When going out, Meng Ziqin resolutely rejected Zhou Qiu's request to change back to the clothes he wore yesterday, and asked the hotel to buy him a new long down jacket.

Although Meng Ziqin still seemed to be wrapped up thickly, it was a normal person's way of dressing.

Zhou Qiu got out of the car first, and took out a black mask from his pocket.

Meng Ziqin moved to the car door and was about to stand up when Zhou Qiu held his shoulders.

Zhou Qiu pushed back the hair from his sideburns, and hung half of the mask over his ears.

"Put on your mask."

Mencius nodded, knowing that Zhou Qiu was out of a desire to protect him.

"I'll be with Shanshan Station later, you don't have to worry about me."

Zhou Qiu didn't say yes or no, he took his shoulders and led him forward.

Across the street is the studio, vehicles parked in twos and threes, and there are many people coming and going.

Meng Ziqin struggled a bit, came out from Zhou Qiu's arms, and said, "I will be photographed by the paparazzi."

Zhou Qiu didn't care much, and wanted to hold him, but Meng Ziqin put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and ran away.

"You all go to the next coffee shop and wait, it's a bit cold." Zhou Qiu explained to Xiaozhou, and walked to the set with Zhao Chengshan.

Xiao Zhou stood there and reflected for a while: Why am I becoming more and more like Zhou Qiu's assistant.

In fact, Meng Ziqin would not accompany Zhou Qiu to blow the cold wind. When Xiaozhou chased him, he had already ordered mandarin ducks in the cafe, half his neck tucked into his down jacket, and he was sitting on the sofa by the window.

"Order yourself what to drink." Meng Ziqin said to Xiao Zhou who came in, then turned his head and looked out the window.

Xiao Zhou ordered a cup of coffee and sat down opposite Meng Ziqin.

"Brother Meng, don't you want to experience the shooting scenes of big-name magazines?"

Mencius looked at Xiaozhou coldly: "You mean I haven't seen the world?"

Xiaozhou shook his head violently.

"It's too cold, I don't want to go." Meng Ziqin said.

The coffee was served not long after. There were few people in the suburbs, and the coffee shop was very quiet. Xiao Zhou took advantage of this moment to talk to Meng Ziqin about work matters.

"Recently, because of the matter between you and Zhou Dayingdi, your popularity has increased a lot. Excluding the variety shows that have been promised, there are also some announcements. Sister Ning means to let you choose one first."

Meng Ziqin frowned.

"Me and Zhou Qiu, what's going on?"

Xiaozhou: You sat on the cushions this morning and you asked me what happened?

"Sister Ning told me later that it's not that the company doesn't support dating, even if..."

...even coming out of the closet is okay.

Xiao Zhou glanced at Meng Ziqin's slumped face.

"Even if the fans believe it, as long as we act right and sit upright, if there is no such thing, then there is no such thing!"

Meng Ziqin took a sip of coffee and said lightly, "It's good that you understand."

Xiaozhou: "..."

The author has something to say: Manual: Actually I thought this task was very simple.

Meng Ziqin: Do you think I think otherwise?