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Qu Yu, who has regained his official status, is obviously easy to talk to.

He pressed Jing Rong for a long and deep kiss, then put him on the sofa, turned around and went to the bedroom to get slippers, and knelt down to put Jing Rong on.

No one has ever done this for Jing Rong, he tilted his head embarrassingly, and curled up his toes subconsciously.

Qu Yu dutifully held his lonely ankle, the palm of his hand was warm and dry, continuously conveying heat.

As if being burned by the other party's body temperature, Jing Rong's ears also quietly turned red.

"Why are the ears red?" Qu Yu pinched the tips of his ears, as if he had discovered something new and good, and asked slightly confused.

Jing Rong's neck felt hot from his movements.

He raised his hand to hold the other's hand, and said uncomfortably, "It's hot in the room."

A muffled grunt was his answer.

"Okay, let's cook, I'm hungry." Jing Rong couldn't hold back his face anymore, and simply drove people away.

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand and pulled the pillow to cover her cheeks that were slowly getting hotter, like a shy little animal.

Qu Yu didn't bother him anymore, and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

After the sound of the range hood working again, Jing Rong pushed down the pillow, revealing a face that seemed to be steaming.

He carefully glanced at the person who was busy in the kitchen, making sure that the person would not come out to make trouble with him at this time, and then quickly slipped into the bedroom.

What happened today went beyond plan, Jing Rong stretched out his hand and patted his cheek, the heat on his face would not go down for a while, so he had to give up temporarily.

When the diary was taken out, his heart was beating like thunder, jumping around like a nest of lively little rabbits.

The fingertips holding the gel pen trembled slightly, Jing Rong took a deep breath and wrote slowly.

Usually he is calm and rational, but when it comes to things related to Qu Yu, he becomes more emotional.

According to the degree of his self-demand, the behavior of being so excited to write a diary impromptuly as today is already considered irrational.

But people who are in the period of passionate love will inevitably lose their minds, and there is nothing wrong with it.

He wrote slowly, the heat on his cheeks increasing instead of decreasing.

Thinking of the other party gently rubbing the skin of his ankle just now, I can still vaguely feel the trembling that seemed to rise from the tailbone.

Jing Rong pursed his lips, a little hesitant to write it down truthfully.

"Hold your ankle, how does it feel? How does it feel?" A playful voice whispered close to the ears.

Jing Rong subconsciously wanted to close the diary, but one hand was faster, holding down his diary with such force that he couldn't resist it at all.

Jing Rong felt that the top of his head was steaming.

The little secret was broken by another party. He was ashamed and flustered at the same time. If there was a crack in the ground, he would probably get in and never come out again.

Usually Qu Yu is so considerate, but now he is a little out of control.

With a hoarse and pleasant voice, he slowly read the contents of the diary he just wrote, and stopped to laugh when he read something interesting.

Seeing that he couldn't close the diary, Jing Rong tried to cover Quyu's mouth with his backhand, but the latter grabbed his wrist and gently pecked his palm.

Across the chair, Qu Yu hugged Jing Rong from behind, with a smile in his eyes, looking very happy.

"It turns out that I'm in my brother's diary." Qu Yu said with a smile.

Jing Rong's eyelashes fluttered, and his jaw line was tensed due to tension, like a bow ready to go.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, he didn't stop him any more. He leaned back on the chair and got closer to Qu Yu's embrace.

"With you." He raised his hand and tapped the corners of Quyu's eyes, looking at those eyes that he liked so much at first sight, he felt a different kind of satisfaction.

"There are a lot of you."

Remember to be more frank in the future, so he admitted it honestly.

Qu Yu paused for breath and waited for a few seconds before she seemed to come to her senses: "Can I... have a look?"

Jing Rong buried his head into his collarbone, and nodded imperceptibly.

The sound of paper flipping was not loud, but it reached Jing Rong's ears, which made him a little nervous unknowingly.

At some point, the sound of flipping through the diary stopped, Jing Rong suppressed the nervousness and panic in his heart, and wanted to look up at Qu Yu's expression.

But the other party stretched out his hand to press the back of his head, and hugged him even tighter.

The force was so strong that it hurt a little, and Jing Rong's forehead was pinched uncomfortably, but he didn't make a sound.

"I'm very happy," Qu Yu's chest was vibrating, and his collarbone seemed to be trembling, "Before I knew it, my brother was always watching me."

Except for the half-month when they just broke up, which was blank, Jing Rong recorded all the other times when they met, and they have been preserved intact until now.

Jing Rongyuan loves him more than he imagined.

This gradually clear cognition made Qu Yu short of breath, wanting to do something to express his feelings for Jing Rong, he gnawed Jing Rong's back neck, shoulders, and collarbone indiscriminately.

The broken button fell to the floor, bouncing one after another, making a crisp sound, but at the moment no one cared about its naughtiness.

Jing Rong raised his head slightly and frowned slightly.

He didn't stop Qu Yu's behavior, and gently stroked the top of the other's hair with his palm, as if he was comforting, but also as if he was indulging and pampering.

Encouraged by his acquiescing action, Qu Yu's hands pressing on his back became more and more forceful, a few blue veins protruded, giving off a different kind of lust.

It is not common for Qu Yu to be in this state. He seems to have lost his restraint and turned into a terrifying and paranoid beast, stubbornly wanting to leave his own mark on his belongings.

——It can be seen by others of the same kind to understand that it is his property.

Jing Rong frowned, put his fingertips into Qu Yu's hair, and squeezed hard.

The atmosphere gradually became out of control.

They are entangled together, like two little beasts crazily lingering before the apocalypse, just want to enjoy this moment of indulgence.

Finally, Jing Rong let out a muffled snort.

Qu Yu paused, caressing Fu Jingrong's back as if in a panic.

Jing Rong rested his chin on his shoulder, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was aggrieved: "It hurts so much."

He is not very pain-sensitive, even if he is really hurt, he will not cry out for pain, but now the atmosphere seems to allow him to express his true thoughts properly, so he acted a little pretentiously.

In fact, Qu Yu didn't really do anything, but without any external help, they still felt uncomfortable.

Qu Yu didn't try again, and kissed away the tears that were about to fall from the end of his eyes soothingly, and his Adam's apple rolled: "I'm sorry, I was impulsive, and I'll talk about it next time when I'm ready."

Jing Rong buried her head in his arms in embarrassment, not knowing whether it was because of his words or something, her exposed ears were blushing.

It's a little late for dinner.

Qu Yu seemed to be afraid that he would be hungry, so she wanted to pick up vegetables for him from time to time, her eyes always fell on his face, like a treasure in her hands.

This feeling makes Jing Rong a little awkward.

Even when they confirmed their relationship at the beginning of school, the other party is like a child who needs to be taken care of, always playing tricks on him, unlike now, he matures almost instantly, but treats him as a fragile product.

He drank the soup, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and avoided the other party's stare: "I'm full."

After speaking, he fled back to the bedroom.

He locked the door with extreme caution.

I knew at a glance that I was going to write a diary again.

Qu Yu let out a muffled laugh, and let him go, but his heart was filled with unprecedented satisfaction.

Jing Rong's back was pressed against the door panel, and the shame of being stared at was lessened.

He took a deep breath, glanced at the diary that was still open on the desk, thought for a while, and then picked up the gel pen and wrote slowly.

The soundproofing effect of this room is very good, he can't hear the movement outside, but it's nothing more than Quyu going to wash the dishes after eating.

The other party will not bother him now, Jing Rong looked at the latch on the lock again, and then continued writing with confidence.

It's just that the facts that happened today are a bit embarrassing, he couldn't write any more as he was writing, so he simply wrote it down in a few strokes, and hid the diary in the deepest part of the bookcase like throwing a hot potato.

He pulled out the chair and stepped on something. He removed the slippers and saw that it was a button.

It was only then that Jing Rong noticed that the top of his pajamas had been torn. Apart from the broken buttons, the fabric was also torn apart, which could be thrown away.

He frowned slightly, opened the closet and changed into pajamas.

Coincidentally, there was a knock on the door.

He clutched the button and opened the bedroom door with a displeased look on his face.

Qu Yu naturally noticed the change in his mood and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jing Rong threw the button to him.

He's been wearing that black pajamas for a long time, and he probably can't buy the same style now, so he's a little depressed.

From the corner of the eye, Qu Yu saw the pajamas thrown on the bed, understood what was going on, and coughed lightly.

He put his hands behind his back, a little guilty: "I was wrong."

Jing Rong pushed his glasses and snorted coldly with no expression on his face, looking extraordinarily eccentric.

Not really angry, just a little bit upset.

Originally, he used to worry about hurting Qu Yu, but he didn't expect that it was him who was almost hurt today, and the unhappiness of the identity swap overwhelmed all other feelings.

Qu Yu touched his nose, shook his arm and said, "Brother, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Jing Rong's originally uncomfortable feeling dissipated a little after he shook it.

"What's this called? If the old ones don't go away, the new ones won't come." Qu Yu clung to him like a big dog, "We can buy pajamas for couples now."

Jing Rong was a little moved by what he said, and his originally entangled mood was weakened a bit.

Seeing that he seemed a little moved, Qu Yu pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed, turned on his phone and immediately searched for couples' pajamas.

Jing Rong's attention was diverted, and he forgot what he was thinking just now, and picked out pajamas with Qu Yu head to head.

In fact, he seldom does online shopping, the clothes are private orders or big brands, and he doesn’t often go to the mall, because Xu Bing often buys clothes for him. They are in couple pajamas, so they are barely happy.

After Qu Yu placed the order, she accidentally clicked on the shopping cart with her finger, and then quickly clicked elsewhere.

Jing Rong only took a quick glance and didn't see clearly what was in the other person's shopping cart, but when his eyelids twitched, he always felt that it was not something serious.

"Okay, I'll receive it in a few days." Qu Yu said with disbelief.

Jing Rong narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "What's in your shopping cart?"

Qu Yu didn't dare to make a sound, looked left and right and said, "Brother, where is your diary, I want to read it again before going to bed, brother's handwriting is so beautiful, I really like it."

Jing Rong was unmoved, and stretched out his hand to him: "Bring it."

"What you said, be honest." He added.

Qu Yu showed a pitiful look, and acted like a baby to him: "Brother, let's see next time."

"Bring it."

Qu Yu had no choice but to hand him the phone.

After seeing clearly what was in Quyu's shopping cart, Jing Rong's ears turned red.

He couldn't tell whether he was angry or ashamed, but he was angry anyway. He threw the phone into Qu Yu's arms, and gave Qu Yu a sideways glance.

Sure enough, it's not a serious thing!

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