Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

In the early morning, Bai Jianan reached out his hand in a daze, and felt around up and down.

The empty bed still had a faint residual warmth.

He opened his eyes and looked at the room where he was the only one left, feeling a little lost.

Thinking of how they slept in each other’s arms last night, Bai Ji’an shyly pulled the quilt over and turned over.

It looked like a chubby silkworm, and excitedly rolled over twice on the bed.

"It's crazy."

Bai Jianan crawled out from under the quilt and looked at the ceiling.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

How can I be so mesmerized by someone's appearance that I believe everything I hear.

He said they were a couple and at night she would even act like a spoiled brat and insist on pulling him to sleep in the same bed.

There was no doubt at all, which was totally unlike his usual style!

But…on an autumn night, there’s a feeling of having warm arms waiting for you.

really not bad.

After cracking the eggs into the pot, He Wei reached out to take the steel spatula. Behind his ears, he could hear the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

He turned around and looked at Bai Jian who came out of the bathroom, and smiled, "Awake."

Yesterday, he kept asking him questions until late at night, and he thought Bai Jianan would sleep for at least the whole morning.

Bai Ji'an came over and looked into the pot: "What are you cooking? It smells so good."

He Wei stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't get too close, the hot oil will splash on you."

Bai Jianan looked down at his extremely muscular arm and inexplicably recalled that he had used it as a pillow all night last night.

Poking with his index finger, Bai Ji'an smiled at the puzzled He Wei and said, "Not bad."

"What's okay?"

"The arm is fine, it can still be used."

After sleeping on it all night, I was really worried that he wouldn’t be able to move today.

He Wei held the spatula in his left hand and flipped the egg.

"I'm used to it."

Bai Ji'an was a very good sleeper. Every time he put his head on the pillow, his sleeping position would be fixed for the whole night.

Fortunately, he is strong and well-trained.

Otherwise, he might have developed frozen shoulder from using the pillow.

Recalling the past, He Wei temporarily forgot that Bai Jianan’s memory had deteriorated and that it was not appropriate to get too intimate with him.

He looked intently at the omelet in the pan, and naturally put his right hand around Bai Ji'an's waist and held him in his arms.

Not expecting that he would take the initiative, Bai Jianan raised his head and stared at his profile lovingly.

Suddenly, he called softly, "He Wei."

He Wei turned his head, Bai Jianan raised his face, aimed at the corner of his lips, and pecked him gently.

Looking at He Wei who was kissed silly by him, Bai Ji'an showed an extremely happy smile.

"Thank you."

He Wei looked at his face and his heart beat violently.

He pursed his lips unconsciously and asked, "Thank you for what?"

"Yesterday's sour tomato noodle soup."

"What about today?"

He Wei regretted the words he blurted out as soon as he asked the question.

Bai Ji'an's memory is deteriorating, he is not stupid.

He would naturally understand what the underlying meaning of the question was.

Sure enough, Bai Jianan was stunned and his ears flushed slightly.

They are full of morale when taking the initiative, but are vulnerable when being teased back.

"Today's, today's hasn't been eaten yet... Ugh!"

He Wei lowered his head and blocked all his subsequent words with practical actions.

During their first kiss, Bai Jianan suppressed the urge to act recklessly and tried hard to cooperate with He Wei, who had more skilled techniques.

They hadn't touched each other for half a month, and once they did, he didn't care whether Bai Ji'an was fifteen or twenty-nine.

Anyway, he just wanted to quench his thirst with a couple of kisses and didn't want to do anything deeper.

"Open your mouth."

Bai Ji'an did as he was told.

However, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm and was always kissed by He Wei's soft tongue tip, which made him breathless.

Stab it!

The two were shocked.

He Wei came back to his senses and the egg pancake in the pot, which had been eating dog food for a long time, protested strongly.

"Danger, stand back."

He Wei turned off the induction cooker, and Bai Jianan turned around, took the plate and handed it to him.

Taking the plate, He Wei flipped the omelet on the steel spatula.

Jiao Xiang's back was darker than He Wei's face who ruined breakfast.

Bai Ji'an chuckled, and He Wei said awkwardly: "How about we not take this one?"

"How can that be possible?" Bai Ji'an took it with both hands. "It's your fault that it burned. How can you let it bear the consequences?"

Especially, no food waste!

He Wei followed him and asked doubtfully: "Can you eat it?"

Bai Ji'an would not even eat the leftovers from the previous meal, let alone the burnt omelette.

It was hard for him to imagine.

"It's ok."

Bai Ji'an picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Not bad, crunchy. Very special and novel taste."

……

Very novel taste.

That was the first time I ate it. I didn’t know what burnt food tasted like before!

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

The two looked in the direction of the sound. He Wei motioned Bai Ji'an to stay where he was. He quickly walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"I, open the door."

"It's Xingyi!"

He Wei opened the door.

Ventus walked in and saw Bai Ji'an sitting at the dining table, eating a big black pancake with relish.

Ventus narrowed his eyes in disbelief, walked up to him and asked bluntly, "What are you doing?"

Bai Ji'an answered as a matter of course: "Eat breakfast."

Isn't that obvious enough?

Ventus looked back at He Wei, who had a complicated expression, thinking that he had some other adverse reaction to the sustained-release agent.

He immediately reached out and touched Bai Ji'an's forehead.

The body temperature is slightly high, but still within the normal range.

"It's nothing."

Bai Ji'an tilted his head to avoid his hand, looked at Ventus strangely, who had a seizure as soon as he entered the room, and complained: "It's weird, why don't you look in the mirror and take a look at yourself?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

He pulled out a chair and sat opposite Bai Jian'an, pointing at the omelet on the plate and said.

"Why are you suddenly picking up garbage to eat?"

"Trash..." Bai Ji'an rolled his eyes at him angrily and cursed, "You're the one who picks up trash."

"Isn't it?" Ventus leaned back in his chair and said to Howe, "With a cake of this quality, even a homeless person would think twice if he found it."

"Wang Xingyi."

"Hey!" Ventus interrupted Bai Jianan, "You should just call me by my English name."

Bai Ji'an had called him Ventus for more than ten years, but suddenly he called him by his full name like he did when they were children. It felt like he was back to those unhappy days in the past and he felt very uncomfortable.

Bai Jianan curled his lips.

He didn't know why Wang Xingyi didn't allow him to call his full name, but he knew without thinking that something must have happened during these years that only he, at the age of 29, knew about.

Bai Jian'an lowered his head and was about to pick up his chopsticks when He Wei suddenly came up and took the egg pancake away.

"You guys chat, I'll make you another one."

Ventus turned his head and watched Howe walk to the kitchen. Suddenly, he turned back and said with sudden realization, "He made the cake!"

Bai Ji'an glared at him and commented, "You have no sense."

"I'm not wrong. But,"

Ventus turned around and looked at He Wei, who was alone in front of the operating table and was committed to not wasting food, and examined him carefully from head to toe.