Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

After a period of chaos, Lian Qingyang stared at his fingers wrapped like carrots in a daze.

Qi Chen closed the medicine box and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, the bandage was a bit sloppy. Don't touch water for a while. Be careful of the wound infection."

"First of all, I just cut a small hole; secondly, you wrapped it for me like this, even if I touch water, the water may not be able to get in." Lian Qingyang looked helpless on the surface, but in fact he was showing off to 999 in his heart: My Ah Chen wrapped this for me, it's so cute, and he even said he doesn't like carrots!

999 has never wished so much that he could become a human and give his host a cold look.

"Let me cook?" Even Qingyang was like this, Qi Chen thought of the fish that had been processed in the kitchen and volunteered.

"You can do it?" Lian Qingyang didn't quite believe in Qi Chen's craftsmanship. The two of them had lived together for so long, and Qi Chen had always been helping him.

"You teach me for a while, I learn very quickly." Qi Chen learns things very quickly and doesn't believe that he can't cook. He sees that Lian Qingyang cooks with ease.

"Pour the oil first, then pour some more, stop, stop, stop, it's done."

"Is it hot? Feel it, but don't put your fingers in it! Put your palm on it and feel it, but don't touch it."

"After it's hot, pick up the fish by the tail and use your other hand to scoop up the hot oil and pour it on top. Slowly, yes! It's great!"

"Put the fish in the pan slowly. Don't let it get burnt. Turn it over. Very good! Not bad!"

"Alright, alright, take it out and put it on a plate. Put the green onion and ginger into the pot. Pour in the tomato sauce, water, salt, sugar, and cornstarch solution. Stir it all up."

"Pour the cooking juice over the fish!"

Lian Qingyang's gaze shifted from the sweet and sour fish to Qi Chen's face. Under Lian Qingyang's guidance, Qi Chen had finally managed to stay calm, though he was still sweating. Lian Qingyang pulled out a piece of paper and stood on tiptoe to wipe his sweat, encouraging him: "Achen is amazing! You cooked so well on your first try! I'm drooling just by smelling it."

Feeling a little flattered by the praise, Qi Chen took the opportunity to put his arm around the waist of the person next to him and couldn't help but steal a kiss on Lian Qingyang's face.

Lian Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then slightly pulled away from Qi Chen's arm. Not daring to look up at him, he walked towards the dining table with the plate in hand: "Let's eat."

Knowing that Lian Qingyang was shy, Qi Chen didn't chase after him to tease him. He took out two pairs of chopsticks from the cupboard and followed him.

"We two won't be full just by eating fish alone. How about making some porridge?" Qi Chen looked at Lian Qingyang who kept lowering his head and stuffing the fish in front of him into his mouth, not even thinking about eating the staple food, so he still asked.

Seeing Lian Qingyang nod, Qi Chen went to cook porridge. Usually, when Lian Qingyang was cooking, he would cook porridge. At least he had mastered this skill to perfection.

After they had eaten about 70% to 80% full, Qi Chen put the washed dishes into the cupboard. A voice came from behind him asking, "Are you leaving tomorrow morning?"

"I'm afraid it won't be until morning. We have to act in the early morning." Qi Chen didn't want to leave so soon, especially since he had just recovered for a few days and hadn't had the chance to accompany Lian Qingyang to do many things. But the situation there couldn't wait, and the sooner it was resolved, the better. If it was delayed for too long, other accidents would inevitably occur.

Lian Qingyang fell silent, sinking into the sofa. He had just felt the warmth and was about to move away from the light source.

Qi Chen walked over and squatted beside him, gently covering his hair with his hands, silently comforting him.

"Come watch a movie with me." Lian Qingyang could feel the gaze of the person next to him. He turned his head to meet the gaze of the person looking at him and spoke in a low voice.

"it is good."

The two sat side by side on the sofa and chose a comedy, but their minds were not on the movie. Although Lian Qingyang's eyes were always looking at the screen, his eyes were unfocused. Qi Chen simply didn't look at the screen and kept staring at Lian Qingyang's face.

The movie was over and it was almost twelve o'clock. Lian Qingyang got excited and took the cake out of the refrigerator. Qi Chen followed him closely and watched him open the cake box. The pattern on it was the scene of the day when the two of them made a snowman. It was so lifelike in just a few strokes.

"Make a wish!" Lian Qingyang lit the candles, turned off the lights, and looked at Qi Chen with bright eyes.

Qi Chen looked at the person smiling in the candlelight and was reluctant to close his eyes. The alarm clock rang at twelve o'clock, and Lian Qingyang turned off the light, urging him to hurry up.

Then I wish that we can always be happy and my Qingqing can always be happy.

The two of them only ate three or four pieces of the cake and put the rest back in the refrigerator.

"How many pieces of clothes do you want to take with you?" Thinking that Qi Chen hadn't packed his things yet, Lian Qingyang went upstairs to help him find his suitcase.

"No need, I'll just wear one thing. There's someone there to pick me up. We have clothes for missions. No need to pack anything, I'll use them when I come back." Qi Chen followed Lian Qingyang into the bedroom. After Qi Chen recovered in the past few days, the two of them had not lived in the same room. Qi Chen looked at the bed in the master bedroom and felt a little nostalgic.

"Do you want to take a break? You must be very tired after a busy day." Receiving Lian Qingyang's expectant look, Qi Chen nodded and went to the next room to wash and tidy up.

Back in the master bedroom, Lian Qingyang had already tidied himself up and was lying in bed. There was only one quilt on the bed. Qi Chen looked at the bulge on the bed and his eyes darkened.

Lian Qingyang had his back to the door and felt the sound of the door opening and the man's footsteps coming in. The footsteps stopped and the burning gaze behind him seemed to burn his body through the quilt.

The quilt was lifted, and Qi Chen lay down and hugged Lian Qingyang from behind. Thinking of the emptiness in his arms a few days ago, and feeling the softness of the person in his arms now, he felt that his heart was also filled up.

"Qingqing, can you turn around?" The person in his arms, who was pretending to be asleep, stiffened for a moment. Unable to bear to refuse the request, he obediently turned around and crawled into the man's arms, finding a comfortable position to lie down.

The two people's body shapes seemed to be naturally matched, and just by hugging each other, it felt like their souls were embedded together.

Lian Qingyang had been sleeping lightly, feeling the gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, the whisper of love in his ear, the movement of the person next to him getting up, and the warmth on his forehead.

The words "I love you" still touched his consciousness. When all around him was silent, even Qingyang's tears dripped onto the pillow, soaking into the soft fabric, leaving only traces.

Lian Qingyang fell asleep in the early morning and slept until the afternoon. His stomach began to protest, so he slowly got up and walked downstairs. Looking at the same objects and arrangements as usual, he felt nothing in his heart.

He unwrapped the gauze that was wrapped like a carrot, looked at the small wound that was almost healing, put a Band-Aid on it, and then opened the refrigerator to prepare some food.

He paused for a moment and tore off the sticky note on the refrigerator: Qingqing, wait for me to come back and eat the boiled fish you promised me!

Lian Qingyang raised the corners of his mouth and scolded with a smile: "Little fool!"