Wei Qi

The body in his arms became stiff in an instant.Then, Rong Xuanwu... No, it was Wei Junxiao who only felt a pain in his shoulder. He could feel the strength and depth of Wei Qi's teeth sinking into the flesh. Biting with all his might.

With a strong bloody smell in his mouth, Wei Qi still felt puzzled, so he stretched out his fist and hit the man who had accumulated resentment for a long time.Wei Junxiao didn't hide and let him hit him, making Wei Qi feel like hitting the opponent's body with his fist, and slowly, his strength gradually disappeared.

The familiar broad palm moved over his hair, shoulders, back, and finally pressed his face tightly to his heart. When he felt the gradual moistness there, Wei Junxiao only felt that he was bitten to pieces by Wei Qi just now. There was a burning pain in the skin, and the pain was so deep that it vibrated all the way to his heart and to the skin that was pressed against the face in his arms.

Suddenly thought of something, in the darkness, Wei Qi struggled to raise his head, stretched out his hands and went straight to Wei Junxiao's face, touched and pinched it, vowing to find a flaw. "Don't pinch Xiao Qi." No matter how calmly Wei Junxiao wanted to endure Wei Qichu's anger and sadness, he was defeated by the opponent's constant pinching and pinching.Helplessly, he hastily removed his fingers, which were about to wring a piece of flesh off his face, away from his own face, and hurriedly explained again. "I do it myself, I remove the makeup myself."

Wei Junxiao hastily sat up halfway, stretched out his hands to rub his chin continuously, and then used his hands to find in his hair, pulled a black string from the top of his head, and then gently peeled it off from his forehead.

A thin thing like a cicada's wing peeled off Wei Junxiao's face little by little, and Wei Junxiao's face was exposed little by little under the moonlight pouring in from the window.

When those deep eyes appeared in front of Wei Qi again, Wei Qi found that the other person's face had been blurred between his brows and eyes. "Xiaoqi!" Wei Junxiao's face changed, and he threw the mask aside in distress, and he hugged Wei Qi tightly in his arms to comfort him. "You're too much!" Wei Qi yelled as he beat Wei Junxiao's chest vigorously, his face was full of tears, and he couldn't control it.What kind of grievance and hatred that has been guessed and when the other party is really in front of him.

Mingming has always been by his side, has been watching him in pain, obviously has been watching him struggle like this, but in the end he has been silent and said nothing.How could he be cruel, how could he!

Wei Junxiao only felt a deep pain in his heart.The pain was getting deeper and deeper, and he suddenly hated himself a little bit at that moment, why couldn't he tell Xiao Qi'er the truth earlier?Is revenge so important?

What's important, even made his Xiaoqi so scared and panicked? "Xiaoqi, don't cry!" Wei Junxiao kept wiping away the crystal tears with his fingers. "Don't cry, it was my mistake, I shouldn't have told you. Be obedient, don't cry." At such a time, Wei Junxiao had a feeling that even if there was an abyss ahead, as long as Wei Qi didn't cry, he could even Jump down without hesitation.As long as... as long as his Xiao Qi stops the teardrops that make him feel so heartbroken. "Why did you stop? I didn't cry!" Wei Qi angrily wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, wiping away the weak liquid in his eyes, and felt even more embarrassed at the same time.I just feel so weak. "However, how do you know it's me?" Wei Junxiao was really afraid of Wei Qi's tears, so he tried his best to change the topic. "I have played Rong Xuanwu for many years." This is the last chess piece he placed in Shangguo. He didn't want to move at first, but at the moment when Wei Qi was taken away, when he vowed to kill himself When the humiliation returned tenfold, he decided to start a project he hadn't planned to continue. "Taste!" Wei Qi endured the choking in his throat, and stared at Wei Junxiao with his eyes open. "Your smell, the feeling of you kissing me, everything about you and me, how could I not feel it? I'm not a fool!"