Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The warm light in the lounge spreads across the light grey carpet, casting a soft halo around the edge of the coffee table.

Quan Jiuxi had just brushed his wet hair back, revealing his smooth forehead. There were still some fine beads of sweat behind his ears - he was inevitably a little tired after playing three high-intensity games in a row.

She was wearing the black team uniform distributed by the program crew, with her sleeves casually rolled up to her forearms, and her fingers were unconsciously twirling an unopened bottle of mineral water.

Xi Lanxiu stood behind the frosted glass door, his figure outlined with a faint golden edge in the morning light.

He was not wearing his team uniform today. He was wearing a dark grey turtleneck sweater which made his neck look even more slender. He was wearing a black windbreaker on the outside with the zipper only zipped up to his chest, revealing the silver clavicle chain underneath.

His clearly defined jaw and tightly pursed thin lips revealed him, and he exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.

Behind him followed a middle-aged woman in an off-white knitted cardigan, carrying a silver-gray leather toolbox, the metal buckles flashing a low-key light under the light.

Bing Lanxin instantly grabbed Tailin's wrist.

Tailin had just finished applying sequined eyeshadow and was applying lip gloss in front of a small mirror when she was pulled and staggered. After seeing who was coming, she immediately shut up.

The two tiptoed towards the door, their high heels making no sound on the carpet. Just as they were about to close the door, they heard Xi Lanxiu speak. His voice was like obsidian soaked in warm water: "The masseur is here."

When Quan Jiuxi raised his eyes, his eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes.

The moment she raised her eyebrows, the inconspicuous mole at the corner of her eye moved with it, and she said with a bit of nonchalant playfulness: "Team benefits?"

"Yeah." Xi Lanxiu responded, his eyes falling on her hand that was turning the water bottle - she had gripped the mouse too hard just now, her fingertips were abnormally red, and even her palms were slightly stiff.

He stepped aside to let the masseuse come in first. His eyes from under the brim of his hat inadvertently swept across the open collar of her team uniform. When he saw the small cinnabar mole on her collarbone, his Adam's apple rolled almost imperceptibly.

"Is it for everyone?" Quan Jiuxi stopped turning the water bottle, and the bottle hit the coffee table with a slight "dong" sound.

When she looked up at Xi Lanxiu, her neck formed a beautiful curve, her hair hung at her temples, and she had a bit of wildness as if she had just come off the field.

Xi Lanxiu curled his fingers in the pocket of his jacket, and his fingertips touched the mint candy inside, causing the plastic packaging to make a slight rustling sound.

He coughed lightly, his eyes shifting away from hers and falling on the schedule on the coffee table: "Other people's intensity...is not necessary."

"Puchi--" A suppressed chuckle came from the door. Bing Lanxin covered her mouth in panic and dragged Tailin, who was still in a daze, to the corridor.

The two hid behind the door and peeked in through the gaps in the blinds. Tailin poked Binglanxin's arm with his finger painted with bright pink nail polish and mouthed, "Something's going on!"

Quan Jiuxi looked at Xi Lanxiu's red ears.

She sank deeper into the sofa, raised her hand and gestured "please" to the masseur, with a hint of laughter in her voice: "Then I'll be honored to decline. Thank you, Lord Lan, for your special arrangement."

"It's just a piece of cake." Xi Lanxiu's voice was a little muffled. He didn't take the empty sofa seat handed to him by Lin Tian. Instead, he dragged a folding canvas stool from the corner of the wall and sat down half a meter in front of Quan Jiuxi.

The canvas stool creaked slightly, and when he sat down, his knees bent slightly. The hem of his sweater was pulled into a neat fold, revealing the waistband of his black overalls, on which hung a silver keychain - a miniature figurine of the classic jungle hero Li Bai.

Quan Jiuxi's gaze paused on the keychain, and a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

The moment the masseur opened the silver tool box, neatly arranged bottles of essential oils and massage balls were revealed.

As soon as she grasped Quan Jiuxi's wrist, she uttered a soft "Huh?" "Your grip is quite strong, there are calluses on your palms."

Quan Jiuxi smiled and said nothing.

The warm essential oil seeps into the skin through the fingers, and the masseur's fingertips press on the Hegu and Neiguan acupoints with just the right amount of force.

Quan Jiuxi leaned back comfortably on the sofa, his head resting on the soft cushion, and his originally slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

She closed her eyes, and her long, thick eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes, like two rows of butterflies taking a nap.

The nose bridge is high, but the tip of the nose is naturally rounded, which neutralizes the sharpness between the eyebrows and eyes. The corners of the mouth with clear lip lines are slightly raised, revealing a relaxed smile.

Xi Lanxiu's gaze seemed to be attracted by a magnet and he couldn't move it away.

He had seen her eyes as sharp as a knife on the court and her conciseness in interviews, but he had never seen Quan Jiuxi so defenseless - even her breathing was light, like a cat that had let down all its defenses.

"Blue God?" Lin Tian's voice brought him back to reality. "Would you like some fruit?"

Xi Lanxiu suddenly came back to his senses and found that he had leaned forward without knowing when, and his knees were almost touching Quan Jiuxi's sofa.

He sat up straight in a hurry, the tips of his ears turned red, and even his neck was slightly red. He could only mumble "hmm" and his eyes darted to the sycamore tree outside the window.

Quan Jiuxi was not really asleep. She could feel the burning gaze, like the early summer sunshine, with a cautious warmth.

She suppressed her laughter and deliberately shrank deeper into the sofa, changing to a more lazy posture. The team uniform on her lower back was pulled up a little, revealing her fair skin.

Time slowly flowed in the aroma of essential oils, and the wall clock ticked for twenty minutes.

When the masseur was packing up his tools, Quan Jiuxi slowly opened his eyes and was about to speak, but he met a pair of eyes that he couldn't look away in time.

Xi Lanxiu's eyes were very beautiful, a deep amber color, and at this moment her shadow was clearly reflected in them, as if they contained a whole piece of crushed starlight.

His eyelashes were very long, covering half of his eye when they drooped. His nose was tall and straight, and his thin lips were slightly open, as if he had something to say, but something was blocking his throat.

The air was suddenly so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing.

Quan Jiuxi laughed first, his voice hoarse from waking up, like gravel soaked in honey. "Lan Shen, have you seen enough? If you keep looking, I'll charge you."

Xi Lanxiu leaned back suddenly like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and the canvas stool made an exaggerated creaking sound.

He hurriedly turned his face away and frantically reached for the mints in his pocket, but his fingertips missed the wrapper several times.

"I..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was just looking out the window, but he felt that this excuse was too lame and his face turned even redder.

Quan Jiuxi supported his chin and looked at his panicked appearance, and suddenly felt that this man was so innocent and cute.

I didn't expect that there would be times when I was so helpless.

The tips of Xi Lanxiu's ears were as red as the clouds dyed by the setting sun, and even his neck was flushed with a light pink.

His fingers gripping the edge of the canvas stool tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white, but his eyes remained fixed on Quan Jiuxi's face. "I just feel that... you are really similar to someone I know."

Quan Jiuxi was playing with the tassels of a pillow on the sofa when she looked up at him. The light fell into her eyes, shattering into tiny starlight. A smile played at the corner of her mouth. "Oh? So she's very important to you?"

"Very important." Xi Lanxiu blurted out, with an imperceptible tremor in his tone.

He leaned forward, his amber pupils filled with undisguised inquiry and a hint of hidden anticipation, like a child waiting for an answer. "She's really good at gaming, especially jungle."

Quan Jiuxi looked at the seriousness in his eyes and suddenly felt that the concealment in recent times was a bit redundant.

She knew Xi Lanxiu's personality well. He seemed cold and distant, but in fact he was more delicate than anyone else. He could notice her little habits when she was doing things, and could hear the subtle changes in her tone. He was uncertain only because he was afraid of failing again.

She put down the pillow and leaned forward slightly. Her originally cold voice suddenly changed its tone, becoming sweet and soft, like a sticky rice cake coated in honey: "Is the person Lan Shen is talking about, Ajiu, a genius jungler like me?"

As soon as the voice fell, Xi Lanxiu suddenly froze.

That was a sound engraved deep in his memory.