Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Ji Shuyuan swallowed restrainedly, and looked down at him: "Have you been working in the past few days?"

"No." Zhongqin raised his eyelids with a smile, his gaze overflowed, "Not in the last three days."

"Okay." Ji Shuyuan covered his face, pressed the corners of his lips heavily with his fingertips, "I'll move in three days later, or you can move in."

Zhongqin was stunned for a moment: "You want to live with me?"

"You do not want?"

"I think, but..." Zhongqin muttered, "In our situation, is living together the same as getting married?"

"Oh." Ji Shuyuan nodded, "I'll order the ring after these three days."

"...I don't mean that, I mean you should think about it..."

"You think, I think too, there is no need to think about this matter."

"...Okay." Zhongqin became happy again, "Then let's add something to the house tomorrow? Although you can't go shopping in physical shopping malls, you can always shop online."

"Not tomorrow." Ji Shuyuan said, "No time."

Zhongqin's face was visibly slumped: "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Don't go." Ji Shuyuan said, "I'll be with you all this time, but I'm not free for the last three days."

Zhongqin still didn't understand what he meant, but Ji Shuyuan didn't intend to explain any more.

He reached out to turn off the glaring bedside lamp, turned on a floor lamp in the corner of the room, and then pushed Zhongqin down with his shoulders.

The slightly dim lights permeated the room like mist, covering the two people.

Zhongqin struggled to tear off the pajamas that were in the way, but was pulled back by Ji Shuyuan, and he casually buttoned a button in the middle, barely keeping it from falling off.

The heating steamed the sweat out, and the wet moisture stuck to the eyelashes, and the vision was hazy.

Ji Shuyuan was boiling all over, his throat was so dry that he could only taste a little coolness from Zhongqin's mouth.

At this time, the temperature difference between the two people will become more and more obvious.

Zhongqin obviously felt that he was also very hot, but Ji Shuyuan felt even hotter when he touched his palm, and the tip of his entangled tongue was also hot, which made him lose his mind. He said something that was not on the stage.

But Ji Shuyuan felt that Zhongqin's body was cold everywhere, the fingers that occasionally touched his neck were cold, his face and earlobes were cold, his lips and tongue were also cold - as if he was the only one who couldn't help it.

He was almost annoyed, so he forced Zhongqin to say those words that were difficult to say in ordinary times. Only by watching his tears dripping from the corners of his eyes and listening to his begging for mercy and compliments could he get some comfort from it.

During the break, Ji Shuyuan asked him if he still remembered the posture in the fight, Zhongqin answered in a daze, and then he was held on top, his shoulders and neck were soft, and his head fell straight down as if there was no support.

"That's not okay." Ji Shuyuan supported him, patted his face with a smile, "Wake up."

"Huh?" Zhongqin wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and tried his best to make a sound, "Okay, okay?"

"Why so fast?"

"..."

Zhongqin became a little clearer, took two breaths slowly, his eyes fell, and he looked at the person in front of him.

Ji Shuyuan was still wearing that shirt, but the look on his face was completely different from before.

The sleeves were piled up heavily in the crook of his arms, Zhongqin could only barely stretch out two fingers, from the center of Ji Shuyuan's eyebrows down the bridge of the nose, lightly tapped the other's lips, and said infatuatedly: "The sage is out of control!" ... so charming."

"What kind of saint am I?" Ji Shuyuan opened his mouth and bit his knuckles, uselessly, "No saint would be fooled by beauty."

It took Zhongqin a while to understand what he meant, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji is so good at complimenting people."

"Teacher Ji can do other things." Ji Shuyuan held his hand, slowly inserted his fingers into his, and stared at him viscously, "Want to try?"

Zhongqin swallowed his saliva: "But I..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Ji Shuyuan didn't want to ask him, but just told him.

Zhongqin felt that his bones were about to fall apart, and his consciousness was fuzzy most of the time. He had no memory of where he changed after that, and how he returned to the bed cleanly in the end.

A person who can't be broken even after drinking a drink, but always falls into this kind of thing.

It was agreed to cook the next day, and the ingredients were put in the refrigerator after they were delivered, and no one paid any attention to them.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when Zhongqin woke up. He looked at the time, remembered yesterday's promise, and struggled to go to the kitchen.

Before the legs landed, they were pulled back again.

"Have you got strength?" Ji Shuyuan hugged him from behind.

"..." Zhongqin trembled subconsciously, "No, no strength..."

"That's because I'm hungry." Ji Shuyuan said, "I'll find a nearby private restaurant and ask them to deliver it. What do you want to eat?"

"No, I don't want to eat..."

"No, I have to eat." Ji Shuyuan picked him up involuntarily, and carefully helped him put on his home clothes, "I didn't eat much in the morning, and it's already afternoon now, so I can't eat."

It was only then that Zhongqin remembered that he had eaten in the morning, and he didn't know what time it was. He was forcibly woken up by Ji Shuyuan—in fact, he was still confused—and was fed a small bowl of porridge while lying on the bed.

"Then I..." He tried to bargain, "Sit on the bed for lunch too, okay?"

"No." Ji Shuyuan said mercilessly, "I can't stay in bed all day."

"...But I'm uncomfortable..."

"I hug you."

Ji Shuyuan carried him to the sofa, and held the tablet in front of his eyes: "Is this uncomfortable? Order food if you don't feel uncomfortable."

"...I don't want to order." Zhongqin laid his head on his shoulder, "You can order whatever you want."

"Okay, I'll order some light ones for you."

Ji Shuyuan turned his head and wanted to kiss his face, but Zhongqin was so frightened that he wanted to get off him: "No, no... I'm going to be useless..."

"Is it so scary?" Ji Shuyuan smiled and pulled him back, "Okay, don't run away, I will let you have lunch in peace."

Zhongqin immediately added: "Then I want to take a nap."

Ji Shuyuan spoke easily: "Okay."

Zhongqin: "After taking a nap..."

"It's time to exercise." Ji Shuyuan interrupted him lightly.

"..." Zhongqin wanted to climb down again.

It's a pity that he was limp and lifeless at the moment, and Ji Shuyuan fished him back lightly: "Where are you going?"

"I..." Zhongqin was about to cry, "I'm going to run away from home..."

"This is your home, if you want to leave, I will go." Ji Shuyuan said, "But I don't want to go."

"...You are shameless."

"I have no face."

"..."

Zhongqin was speechless.

It is impossible to win a quarrel with such a shameless person, so he decided to save some effort.

While waiting for the food, Ji Shuyuan watched a movie with him in his arms.

After lunch, Zhongqin wanted to go to bed, but was dragged by Ji Shuyuan to play with Hulu again, saying that it was for him to digest.

Because he seldom came back, Xiao Bianmu and Ji Shuyuan were not very intimate, and they would whisper into Zhongqin's arms when they were teased a little.

"I really have no conscience." Ji Shuyuan threatened, "I'll sell you some other day."

Hulu's ears drooped immediately, and he looked at Zhongqin pitifully and terrified.

"Don't say these words." Zhongqin kicked Ji Shuyuan, "It understands and will be afraid."

"So smart?" Ji Shuyuan spread his palms, "Come and shake hands."

Zhongqin squeezed Hulu's paw, and said warmly, "Hulu, come and shake hands with Dad."

Hearing this, Ji Shuyuan raised his eyebrows: "Call me Dad? What do you call you?"

"Brother." Zhongqin said with a chuckle, "I'm younger than you."

"No matter how young you are, you can't be inferior." Ji Shuyuan touched Hulu's head, and said casually, "Otherwise, what would you call me?"

Zhongqin held Hulu's ear for a while, then suddenly leaned over to him, and said in a low voice, "Father?"

"..."

Ji Shuyuan stood up, indifferently took Hulu out of Zhongqin's arms, locked him in a cage on the balcony, and then went into the room and closed all the curtains.

"...I was wrong." Zhongqin quickly retreated to the bedroom, pleading, "Brother, good brother, I was really wrong..."

"late."

Ji Shuyuan pinched his waist and lifted him up directly.

"Grass!" Zhongqin was hurt by his hard shoulders, and couldn't help but beat him hard, "I'm going to vomit! Ji Shuyuan!"

Before he could hit him a second time, his back suddenly fell heavily, and he was thrown onto the bed.

"You said you'd let me take a nap..." Zhongqin stepped back, "You can't count your words...you said yesterday that you wouldn't lie to me..."

"I see you are very energetic." Ji Shuyuan dragged him over by his ankle, "After exercising, it will help you sleep."

"I didn't!" Zhongqin hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, "I'm very tired! Really!"

"Not tired." Ji Shuyuan leaned over and kissed him, "It's quite vigorous to earn."

Zhongqin let go of his struggle and shook his head again and again: "No energy, really."

"So unwilling?" Ji Shuyuan let go of the restraint, thought for two seconds, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Zhongqin didn't answer.

"Let me see." Regardless of resistance, Ji Shuyuan turned the person over and inspected it carefully, and after a while he came to a conclusion, "There is nothing wrong - let me just say that I was very careful yesterday, and specially applied medicine afterward."

"..." Zhongqin's ears turned red with embarrassment.

"Why is that?" Ji Shuyuan asked, "I don't want it anymore? But I think your reaction is quite violent, isn't it? It's not a big deal, but after checking it, there is another response-or is it because you want to refuse or welcome?" interest?"

Zhong Qin bit his lip tightly.

"You have to tell me, Juan." Ji Shuyuan sighed, "Otherwise, how can I judge whether to let you go?"

"It's just..." Zhongqin muttered, "I can't stand it..."

"Where can't you stand it?"

"The throat won't last that long."

"You can keep silent."

"It's easy to say." Zhongqin glared at him, "I can't help it."

"That's fine, next time the time will be shorter." Ji Shuyuan said, "What else can't you bear?"

"The eyes can't take it either...they're swollen from crying." Zhongqin touched his eyelids and then his waist, embarrassed to say, "Anyway, I can't bear it anywhere."

Ji Shuyuan looked at him for a moment, then suddenly let go of his hand completely: "I understand."

Zhong Qin raised his head blankly: "What do you know?"

"You're tired, you're not passionate anymore."

Seeing that he was about to retreat, Zhongqin couldn't help following him: "I didn't..."

"It's okay, I'll find a way." Ji Shuyuan licked his lips, "You take a nap first."

"..."

Zhongqin observed carefully for a while, and after making sure that he was not angry, he lay down and fell asleep.

Yesterday was really tossing too hard, and now I can really fall asleep on my head.

When he woke up, he finally knew what Ji Shuyuan meant by finding a way.

There are several large boxes piled up in the cloakroom, which are full of Ji Shuyuan's clothes.

At present, all his sportswear has been sorted out and hung up, entangled with Zhongqin's clothes regardless of you and me.

And he was wearing the same outfit as in the first photo of the photobook.

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感谢在2021-11-0517:56:53~2021-11-0521:38:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 Luoluo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!