Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

For Qiuren, the last time he helped a boy dry his hair was a month ago. At that time, Hong was still a seven-year-old child, a small and obedient one sitting by the bed, waiting for Qiuren to come to help him dry his hair.

Today's boy still has a well-behaved appearance, but it is different from the pocket-sized body a month ago. Now the boy is almost as tall as Qiu Ren, and he has to bow his head before Qiu Ren can blow his hair.

The young man lowered his head, revealing the lovely curls on the top of his head. The handsome but still immature profile of his face was rid of the usual indifference at this moment, revealing a soft arc under the warm yellow light.

The delicate and lovely appearance in childhood has gradually evolved into the handsome and handsome appearance after eight years of polishing. Eight years is enough time for an ignorant and confused child to grow into a handsome young man. Although in Qiuren's heart, he is still The boy who made himself feel uneasy, but in fact, he has indeed grown up. The growth brought about by age, in addition to his body, also has a mentality. Compared with a month ago, the boy's behavior has changed significantly. Calm and more mature.

What a pity.

Qiuren thought with some regret.

It's really a pity that I didn't get to witness his growth with my own eyes.

The boy's hair hasn't changed much compared to before, the tentacles are still soft and tough to the touch, and each strand of hair hangs obediently along the lines of the scalp. Qiuren turns on the hair dryer in his hand to the lowest setting , Patiently blowing his hair, the dried hair is a little fluffy, but it will not explode like other people's hair, only two naughty hairs stand upright, Qiuren tried He flattened it with his hands, but as soon as his hands were removed, the two strands of hair would still stand up, like antennas receiving signals.

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Feeling Qiu Ren's hands patting his head back and forth non-stop, Hong looked up at him with some doubts.

The bewildered expression coupled with the two bristling hairs on the top of the head gave off an inexplicable sense of cuteness.

Qiu Ren couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to pinch the boy's face several times. The boy who was rubbed his face was inexplicably confused, but he still obediently allowed Qiu Ren to ravage his face.

When Qiu Ren pinched enough, the boy's fair and tender face was covered with his fingerprints, Qiu Ren looked at the red mark on the boy's face, and apologized to him with some guilt.

The boy blinked, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face, "You can pinch for a while, you look very happy."

Qiuren found that the self-control he was so proud of was completely vulnerable in front of the boy, but seeing the boy's face covered with fingerprints, he was still reluctant to do it again after all.

Qiuren told the boy that he would tell him everything after he took a shower, but when it came time to tell him, he didn't know where to start or how to speak. Less than a month had passed by his side. , but the boy has already spent eight long years, waiting for eight years in another world with his longing.

"I actually have a personality."

After thinking for a while, Qiu Ren decided to confess to the boy first the lies he told him during the period of "amnesia". He had promised the boy that he would not lie to him.

The expression on the boy's face didn't change, and he didn't seem surprised by this.

Qiuren took out a small knife from his pocket, and cut his index finger under the gaze of the young man. As soon as the sharp blade touched the skin of the fingertip, a shallow cut was made on it, bright red His blood slowly trickled out along this tiny opening, and condensed into a small drop of blood between his fingers.

The boy on the opposite side stared at the wound on Qiu Ren's fingertips without saying a word, his two handsome eyebrows were furrowed, he seemed to disapprove of Qiu Ren's "self-mutilation" behavior.

"My personality is..."

Qiuren explained his personality clearly to the boy opposite him, including his additional ability similar to brainwashing.

"This personality only appeared after you left. I think there should be some opportunity in it."

Qiu Ren calmly analyzed that he didn't say the following sentence "it probably has something to do with your return to the original world and the fact that I forgot your existence".

In the final analysis, this is all his speculation, and there is no factual basis to prove it.

"Will those people who are injected with your blood and have your genes have some feelings with you?"

The boy was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked.

"induction?"

"For example, it can sense your presence."

"Maybe……"

Qiuren said uncertainly.

Logically speaking, this possibility should exist, but Qiuren himself is not very clear, he is not very familiar with this personality of his own.

"My identity in that world..."

Qiuren wanted to say that his identity was also forged, but the boy knew about it from the very beginning, so he thought about telling his purpose of forging his identity to enter Xiongying.

In the middle of speaking, the boy on the opposite side suddenly grabbed Qiu Ren's left wrist, slowly lowered his head under Qiu Ren's suspicious gaze, and put his left index finger in his mouth.

Qiuren only felt a moist touch from the index finger of his left hand, and then, something soft swept across the fingertips, and licked lightly on the small wound that had healed.

"In this way, can I always sense your presence?"

The boy raised Qiu Ren's left hand, pointed to the healed wound on his index finger and said seriously.

He swallowed the drop of blood on Qiu Ren's fingertip.

"People with my genes in their bodies will become my puppets to some extent and obey my orders. I think I have made it very clear just now."

Qiu Ren withdrew his hand, frowning slightly.

The boy on the opposite side nodded to express his understanding without changing his expression.

Qiu Ren looked slightly cold, "Are you planning to become my puppet?"

The boy shook his head in denial, "No."

"I just want to be able to sense your presence anytime, anywhere. As for the side effect of your personality, even if I don't have your genes in my body, I would have listened to you a long time ago."

He spoke lightly, but the expression on his face was extremely serious. Qiu Ren was momentarily at a loss for words when he said this, and didn't know how to respond more appropriately, so he could only show a helpless smile in the end.

"Only by dripping blood on the wound or injecting my blood directly into the body can my genes appear in the body. Drinking blood is useless."

This is the result obtained after many repeated experiments by Vongola's medical team. In the eyes of those crazy researchers, he is a treasure with glittering gold all over his body. If it is not because of his identity , It is estimated that the group of people rushed up and dissected him on the spot.

Naturally, he would not give his blood to those people for research in vain. Pengo Lie's medical level has been ahead of the industry for decades, and there are many things that can be traded. Through these few transactions, he has also obtained a lot. The lack of good things can be regarded as mutual benefit.

After hearing what he said, he was silent for a moment, staring at Qiu Ren's knife with eyes of different colors for a few seconds, Qiu Ren calmly pointed at the knife that looked very sharp but was actually sharp. The really sharp knife was put away.

A look of disappointment flashed in the boy's eyes.

"I can't promise to be by your side all the time."

Qiuren reached out and touched the boy's furry head a few times.

"But I can promise you that as long as you want to see me, I will rush to your side to see you."

His lack of nostalgia for this world does not mean that he can throw everything away and live in another world without any scruples. Similarly, it is impossible for a young man to stay in this world for a long time. He has wanted to be a hero since a long time ago. And this wish can only be realized in his original world.

"But I want to see you all the time."

The boy raised his head and stared at him motionlessly.

"I want you to stay in my sight all the time, and I can see you anytime, anywhere."

He still maintains the previous serious look on his face, and there is an obvious stubbornness hidden in his eyes.

Qiuren: "..."

Why didn't he realize that this kid was so clingy before.

"It's just my opinion. If you don't want to be with me all the time, I don't want to bother you."

The boy's eyes drooped slightly, and the thick eyelashes well concealed all the emotions in his eyes, but Qiu Ren could still feel a faint sense of depression from him.

Qiuren: "..."

How should I answer in this case?

"I also want to be with you...anytime, anywhere."

Qiu Ren sighed silently in his heart, and decided to appease the young man first. After all, he had waited for him for eight years, and finally he was a man with amnesia. Now that he finally regained his memory, the young man acted a little more clingy. It's also a normal behavior.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"It doesn't bother me. On the contrary, I'm glad you want to stay with me all the time. As I said, you can always act like a baby with me."

The low air pressure lingering around the boy finally disappeared, and Qiu Ren heaved a sigh of relief.

Compared with the awkward and dishonest little boy a month ago, although the boy in front of him is more straightforward and frank, he is inexplicably more difficult to coax.

"I was in Shinsaibashi in Osaka..."

The boy still lowered his head, he suddenly changed the subject and mentioned the past, Qiuren didn't understand what he wanted to say, so he didn't interrupt, waiting for him to continue.

"I did return to the world ten years later. Why did you lie to me and say that it was my dream?"

The boy raised his head and stared at the young man next to him lightly.

Qiuren: "..."

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