[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob, coquettish and scumbag

My man is so handsome.

Luo Jia rested her chin, looked at Qin He who was busy in the kitchen, and couldn't help sighing.

The apron Qin He wore was the same apron that Luo Jia bought when he dated him. It was a pink rabbit apron, and it was a little out of harmony to wear on a man who was tall and strong, with a lot of cuteness. But it's more of a contrast.

Luo Jia knows that men cook deliciously. Men are also orphans. They have been self-reliant since they were young. They have learned their culinary skills slowly, and they are not inferior to chefs.

When Luo Jia was dating a man, he never ordered takeaway again.

The man was holding a pot and stirring the room, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his honey-colored, tight and sexy arms.

And the man's earnest appearance is damn charming, honestly and diligently drooping soft eyelashes, there are vague shadows on the high nose, sweat drips down his cheeks, there is an almost wild atmosphere.

Luo Jia saw that his mouth was parched, he picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water, then suddenly paused, this cup was a cup he used to often use, this cup was a couple cup, the pink one was for him, and the blue one Qin He used it.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't throw away his things.

Luo Jia put down the glass and had a guess in his mind. He stood up and looked at the small room. The man's room was rented. It was a simple one room and one living room. There were a lot of things piled up, but it was not bad. It was tidy, not chaotic. When he found out that the goldfish he had given away was still well-raised, the corners of Luo Jia's mouth rose uncontrollably.

Luo Jia saw his slippers in the shoe cabinet. Those slippers were well wrapped in plastic bags and placed in the innermost part. The more he observed, the more distinct the traces he left here were.

He pondered for a while, unscrewed the door lock and walked into the bedroom. The bedroom was cleaned and tidy. There was a double pillow on the bed that two people could lie on. Luojia opened the closet, and sure enough, there were his clothes and daily necessities sealed there. , well preserved.

Luo Jia was in a good mood, and he returned to the kitchen. The man knew he was approaching, and his hands kept moving: "It will be ready soon, you wait outside first, there is a lot of oily smoke here."

His waist suddenly tightened, and Luo Jia wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his face on his shoulder, and the scorching breath from his nostrils sprayed all over Qin He's neck, making him hot all over, as if a hundred Thousands of ants are crawling in the bottom of my heart.

Qin He's throat was throbbing, and his throat was so dry, it was as if it had been burned, with the temperature like a soldering iron, like magma rolling in a volcano: "Don't make trouble, get out first."

"You do yours, I'll hold mine." Luo Jia said carelessly, kissing his earlobe.

Qin He tilted his head slightly, the temperature in his eyes was astonishingly high, full of moist desire/fire and heat: "I can't move if you do this."

"Okay." Luo Jia let go of his hand, took the opportunity to poke his abdominal muscles, and whistled frivolously: "The figure is still so good."

Qin He's fingers trembled, and the spatula in his hand almost fell.

"I'll pick the vegetables." Luo Jia volunteered when she saw the vegetables in the pot.

Seeing Luo Jia obediently helping, the heat in Qin He's body gradually calmed down. At the same time, he felt that his heart, which was gradually empty like a pool of stagnant water, was filled.

Maybe it was because the lights were too warm, or maybe Luo Jia's face was too fair, Qin He sneaked over to him.

"Brother Qin." Luo Jia yelled suddenly, so frightened that Qin He quickly shrank back, and he replied nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

"I want to eat the one you just fried, let me taste it, ah—" Luo Jia opened his mouth, waiting for Qin He to feed him.

Qin He took out a pair of chopsticks to pick up a piece of pork ribs, and skillfully handed it to Luo Jia's mouth, and even blew it, for fear of scalding him, everything seemed to be the same as before, nothing changed.

Sitting at the dining table and eating the food cooked by Qin He, Luo Jia once again confirmed his guess that Qin He was indeed the man he was looking for.

The man was peeling the prawns for himself, and the whole prawns went into Luo Jia's stomach. This man's nature of pampering himself has not changed no matter what world he is in or what his identity is.

Luo Jia propped his head up, while stirring the soup, looking at the man's face with a general smile.

Sensing Luo Jia's gaze, Qin He paused while peeling the shrimp: "See what I do."

"Brother, let's discuss something." Luo Jia leaned forward.

"What's up?"

"Brother, can you cook for me for the rest of your life?"

Qin He dropped the chopsticks in his hand, he quickly picked them up and said in a panic, "I'll get another pair of chopsticks."

"Brother." Luo Jia stopped him: "I'm serious, I want to spend my whole life with you."

Luo Jia saw Qin He's body trembling, and he could hear the notification that the happiness value had increased.

"Ding—add 5 to the happiness value, and the current happiness value is 15."

"I like you, brother, I hurt you because of my ignorance before, I was a scumbag, I'm sorry for you." Luo Jia continued his efforts.

"It's not your fault, it's that I'm not good enough, Jiajia, I'm really happy that you can say that you like me, even if it's fake..."

"It's not fake!" Luo Jia also knew that his black history was not enough to convince men, so he looked at Qin He directly, with a serious expression: "Time will tell."

"Brother Qin, why didn't you respond? It's because I made you sad before. Don't you want me?" He was referring to the affair with Qin He.

"No, I just think, Jiajia, you can't change a lot, but you are still the one I love." Yes, his Jiajia has become more worthy of his love.

"Since you still love me..." Luo Jia walked over and grabbed Qin He's neck: "Then why don't you kiss me?"

The two kissed at the table, Qin He supported Luo Jia's hip with one hand and Luo Jia's waist with the other in the middle, and put him down on the sofa while kissing.

The last step was not done, because the necessary preparations were not done well, and the two just helped each other for a while.

When cleaning up the mess, Qin He was a little uncomfortable being seen by Luo Jia, and he coughed softly: "I'll take you back tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Luo Jia answered quickly, as if he couldn't wait. Qin He didn't expect him to be so straightforward, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

This person, in fact, doesn't want to stay any longer.

"I'll go back tomorrow to pack my luggage. Remember to pick me up after get off work, and I'll live at your place from now on."

Luo Jia casually ate the prawns peeled by Qin He, and completed the words.

"Why, you don't welcome me?" Luo Jia didn't see the corner of the other party's raised mouth.

"It's very small..."

"I know, it's not like I haven't lived there before." Luo Jia said vaguely.

In the evening, after Luojia took a bath, he deliberately wrapped a towel around him, pretending to be a common routine in novels - he fell down, opened his bathrobe, and made a new appearance. He even put on an expression that could soften the hearts of all men.

Afterwards came Luo·Jiajing Benjing·Jia's acting award, he exclaimed enough for Qin He in the kitchen to hear.

Sure enough, as soon as Luo Jia's voice came out, the man came in haste.

The man knocked on the bathroom door, his voice could not hide his nervousness: "What's wrong?"

"I slipped and fell, and I can't get up." Luo Jia said the lines he had thought up a long time ago.

The man twisted the door lock, but he didn't expect it to open as soon as he twisted it. He didn't have time to think about why Luo Jia didn't lock the door while taking a bath. After seeing the scene in the bathroom, Qin He was stunned.

Luo Jia still maintained the posture of falling down, the bathrobe on his body could not be removed, and he did not cover what should be covered, revealing a large area of ​​white and rosy skin, which was so white that it was dazzling under the halo of light.

The two bright red points on his chest stand tremblingly in the air, and the beautiful collarbone has red marks, which should be red when he wiped the shower gel. What makes Qin He unable to restrain himself most is the unrealistic look between his legs In the beautiful spring, something seemed to explode in his mind. I wonder if it was because the lights were too dazzling. Qin He felt dizzy, his eyes were swollen, his mouth was dry, and it was as if a fire had ignited inside his body, burning more and more vigorously.

"It hurts." Luo Jia, who was physically tempted, knew that the effect had been achieved, and groaned artificially when Qin He was stunned.

Qin He really came back to his senses, he walked up to Luo Jia and squatted down, not daring to move his eyes at all.

"The ankle is sprained." Luo Jia leaned on Qin He's body limply, pointing at the red and swollen ankle, and said aggrievedly.

Qin He's body froze, the scent of shower gel coming out of his nostrils was from the can he often used, he never knew that the shower gel he bought at a discount could be so sweet.

He waved away the untimely yellow waste in his mind, and lifted Lorgar's ankle, where it was really red and swollen, and it seemed that he couldn't fall clearly.

Luo Jia, who spent points to buy the medicine for ankle injury, chose to give the store a five-star praise.

"It's cold on the ground, I'll carry you back to the bed first." Qin He put his arms around Luo Jia and hugged his princess.

The touch under the palm is warm and silky, like a high-quality breast milk, which is enough to firmly absorb the palm, which makes people feel happy.

It was the first time for Qin He to feel that going from the bathroom to the bedroom was such a torment. His body was so hot that his vest was soaked with sweat.

Luo Jia is a slut, even if he is rubbed with medicine, he can still cause misunderstandings.

"Ah, Brother Qin, it hurts, it hurts."

"Hmm—" Qin He controlled her ankle, and Luo Jia tried her best to seduce him, and even accidentally touched Qin He's crotch.

This was undoubtedly a torment for Qin He. After helping Luo Jia with the medicine, he was just about to get up when Luo Jia hugged his neck and raised his head to offer a kiss.

Qin He inserted his fingers into Luo Jia's hair, he didn't refuse, and soon turned his back on the customer, attacking fiercely, a man who doesn't understand gentleness is very strong and domineering in some aspects.

Soon, Qin He felt his belt being opened, and with his hands poked in, Qin He couldn't help giving a low kick.

He grabbed Luo Jia's wrist, his voice became sexy because of lust: "Don't make trouble, you are still hurt."

He was also thinking about Lorgar's ankle.

Luo Jia kissed the corner of his mouth, raised his uninjured leg around Qin He's waist, and moved ambiguously: "You have already reacted, are you sure you can bear it?"

Sweat dripped down onto Luo Jia's waist and flowed into his waist. The two of them didn't make it to the last step, not because Qin He didn't want to, but because he felt it wasn't time yet.

After venting between Luo Jia's legs, Qin He stroked Luo Jia's trembling inner thigh, which had been worn red.

After he wiped the bodily fluids of the two of them, he helped Luo Jia put on his pajamas. During this period, the dragon that had just vented was about to move again.

But Qin He can only take a shower.