The Shadow Guard Chengdi

When the sky is as clear as washing, the world is the bleakest. The maple red outside the house is spread all over the floor, and strange feet step on it, and the road is full of the painful moans of decaying leaves.

The harsh ringing of the phone in the house drowned out the groans, heralding that greater pain was about to surface.

"Hi, hello. Private detective agency, what can I do for you?"

The young private detective stirred the coffee with one hand and picked up the phone with the other, just enough to take care of his leisurely life and busy work.

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and a hoarse voice rang out for a long time.Hysteria is often hidden in these low and hoarse voices. For example, the lovelorn who cuckoo cries blood sacrifices all his strength to sadness, and the remaining vitality is not enough to support his daily life.

"...Hello, Detective. I shouldn't have called this, but I can't think of anyone else who could save me. I guess detectives are fine, no offense, but you'll take any job as long as the pay is adequate .”

Mr. Detective raised his eyebrows. He took a sip of coffee, his eyes fell on Qiu Jing outside the window, and he casually talked to the sad person on the phone.

"You are right. What should I call you, sir."

"My surname is Wen." Mr. Wen is not as relaxed as a detective. He is like a man who has been drowning for a long time, and the only thing he thinks about is how to get ashore.All the long speeches are exacerbating his death. Mr. Wen cut to the point: "I want you to help me investigate a person." After thinking about it, he said: "I can't have an interview with you. I can't go out in my current state. I have been tortured by him until I am out of shape, I haven't been able to sleep well for several days, I can't even eat, I don't even have the strength to walk."

"Take care of yourself, Mr. Wen." At least pay the full fee.The detective put down the coffee cup and asked routinely: "I need to ask, what is the relationship between this person and you?"

There was another long silence, and the detective vaguely felt that he had inadvertently stabbed the wounded man again.The sudden pain forced Mr. Wen to grit his teeth. After a long time, he said, "He is a thief. He stole something important from me."

The detective shook his head and said, "Sir, you should go to the police for this kind of incident, they will be happy to help you."

"No. Something like that is not property, but it is a priceless treasure in my life."

"what?"

"...he is a shameless heart thief."

oh?It turned out to be a disappointment in love.The detective fiddled with the files on the desktop and turned on the computer casually, losing interest in this new job.

It is nothing more than to follow up and investigate this heart thief, and find out why he has always abandoned poor Mr. Wen.How could Kexin be stolen? It was clearly staying where it was supposed to be, working hard to maintain Mr. Wen's life.

The other party noticed the detective's laziness, and he said harshly: "As long as you can catch this little thief, I will pay you 50."

The detective sat up straight at once, pitying all the idiots in the world who are fooled by love with a pious attitude.He is willing to ask for a little reward and devote all his energy to solve all their troubles.

He respectfully said: "Mr. Wen, I extend the highest sympathy for your experience. I condemn from the bottom of my heart those who have caused all your sorrow and suffering. Please believe that I will give you a perfect explanation."

"..." Mr. Wen's voice became weaker, as if the detective's words had taken away a lot of his popularity, and the detective was really worried that he would suddenly die while talking.

"All the information has been sent to your mailbox. The photo of the thief, how we met, his leaving without saying goodbye, and my heartbreak are all in your mailbox. The prepaid 25 will be paid tomorrow It's on your card, and I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."

Money is motivation.

After hanging up the phone, before he had time to take a bite of breakfast, the detective clicked on his mailbox to start his new job.

Mr. Wen is as real as his surname, with outstanding literary talents, and the whole article is published as a beautiful love story, but from the perspective of a detective and bystander, everything is just the author's self-righteousness. The person who suddenly appeared in Mr. Wen's life Thief, from the encounter at the beginning to the farewell at the end, is naturally easy to handle, and it is obvious that he is a habitual thief from the analysis of his skillful techniques.

A photo is attached at the end of the article.This should be a group photo. Mr. Wen cut out his own figure, leaving only Mr. Heart Thief alone to accept the detective's scrutiny.

It was a handsome and elegant man of about 25 years old.His peaceful and detached temperament makes him very close to everyone, but no one can really get close to him.He didn't speak, didn't move, just stood on the side, easily interpreting what it means to play hard to get.

Looks like a dangerous person.

The detective stared at the picture and fell into a long silence.

The fallen leaves began to be cleaned outside the house, and the broom was drawn across the ground, so that the dead fallen leaves could rest in peace.

Sunset Street is famous for the sunset.The street is straight and tidy, like a red carpet prepared for the sun, sending it back to the west mountain.In memory of his loyalty, the sun takes special care of this street, and every inch of the slate will be illuminated by the evening glow when the sun sets.

Sipping coffee and admiring the sunset at the cafe in the center of Sunset Street is arty enough.

The crisp doorbell alarmed the waiters in the cafe, and the waitress put on a polite smile and said, "Welcome."

The man who walked in had broad shoulders and long legs, and the back of his windbreaker was slightly raised due to his strides. He was chic and handsome.There was no expression on his good-looking face, and even the line of his lips was almost straight, like a straight street outside a cafe.He brought an original English book with him, and when he walked to the counter, his eyes slowly glanced at every corner of the cafe that may hide secrets but is frank.

After ordering the coffee, the man sat down by the window without saying a word, just like a robot executing a predetermined order.

Since that day, the man in the trench coat has come to Sunset Cafe to report every day.Sometimes it is early in the morning, like a fallen leaf swept in by the autumn wind.Sometimes it was noon, when people were coming and going on the street, he would sit by the window, read a book, and look at the people outside the book.Sometimes even in the evening, full of starlight, I stay at a fixed location until the cafe closes.

He never speaks to anyone other than necessary to order and check out.The man in the windbreaker is the most familiar stranger in Sunset Cafe.

The situation changed on a stormy day.

The guests were trapped in the cafe by the weather and couldn't get out.The man in the windbreaker walked through the rainstorm and went to the cafe to throw himself into the trap.His windbreaker was soaked in water, and the hem of the clothes could no longer be lifted neatly, so he had to hand it to the waitress to dry it.His umbrella was of excellent quality, and the strong wind did not bend it. Like a hero who had overcome the storm, he stuck it in the umbrella tube by the door, guarding the cafe.

As usual, he brought a book, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat by the window. The bad weather could not disturb his work and rest.

The waitress brought the steaming coffee and just put it in front of the man when the doorbell rang suddenly.The waitress subconsciously turned around and smiled, and said dutifully, "Welcome!"

"Hello." The man who walked in put away the umbrella, and the handsome face covered by the umbrella was seen again. When he smiled at the waitress, his peach blossom eyes were gentle and moist, making one feel like a spring breeze.

The waitress blushed, she showed a girlish and agile side, the plate in her hand and the uniform on her body couldn't remind her of her work responsibilities.She said in a soft and gentle voice, "Mr. Xie, long time no see."

Mr. Xie put down the umbrella, ignored the list, and said casually, "It's still the same." Obviously a regular customer.

The man who took off his windbreaker was reading a book. After Mr. Xie approached, his gaze shifted from the book to the person in front of him.

"Can I sit across from you?" Mr. Xie asked.

The man hesitated for a while, then Fang said: "Yes, please sit down."

Two good-looking men sat opposite each other by the window, like the lights of the sea tower.Outside the cafe, people who are struggling against the wind and rain should also take time to enjoy the beautiful scenery behind the window when passing by the cafe. It seems that one more look at the two men can help them face the bad weather with a better mood.

The waitress brought the coffee, and Mr. Xie took a sip first to dispel the chill in his limbs, and then said: "Is the other umbrella in the umbrella tube yours, sir." There are only two umbrellas in the umbrella tube.

"Yes." The man didn't look up, his attention was still on the page.

"I'm still in the mood to drink coffee in this weather, sir, I'm so happy."

Whether a person can chat or strike up a conversation can be seen from his opening remarks.People who are not proficient in this way will often glance at the rainstorm outside the window as if nothing had happened, and feel how the weather is, but the other party can answer or not.

This Mr. Xie is obviously a person who can chat and is good at chatting.When he wants to get to know someone, the other party has no room for rejection, and he doesn't want to refuse very much.

The man's attention finally got rid of the book. He looked at the person in front of him and said calmly, "Mr. Xie has the same interest as me."

"It's really unfair to meet in the same coffee shop with similar tastes. You know me, but I don't know you." Mr. Xie stirred the coffee leisurely, and there was always a smile on his lips, like a quiet man. For the riddle to be solved, when others look at him, they don't have to pay attention to the appearance alone, there is still room for a further step.

Unfortunately, that may be a riddle, or it may be bait.

The man said: "My surname is Qi, and my single name is Han, Wen Han's Han." After speaking, Qi Han was a little curious about how the other party answered.

Now that Mr. Xie knows his full name, the situation is unfair to him.

"Hello, Qihan. My single name is Jing." Xie Jing raised his eyelids slightly, and a faint spring light leaked from those eyes. The smile on his lips remained the same, but the meaning of that smile was no longer His voice changed, his voice was soft and elegant, like a cat dancing to the music, his simple tone concealed hints of twists and turns.

"A good scene comes in pairs."

Between the square inches of sitting, there seems to be peach blossoms falling on the coffee, like a boat full of beautiful leaves, diluting the black bitterness of the coffee.When Qi Han took a sip of coffee, he could taste a trace of unpredictable sweetness, and it tickled his throat.

A "dong" broke the sudden ambiguity between the two.Xie Jing chuckled, like a victor who let go of a prisoner, and turned his head to look out the window, so Qi Han breathed a sigh of relief silently, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

It turned out to be a passer-by who was so fascinated by the two of them that he bumped into a telephone pole.Seeing that the two people in the cafe were staring at her, the passers-by blushed and lowered their umbrellas to cover themselves and ran away in a hurry, which was also a kind of hiding their faces and fleeing.

Qi Han watched the passerby go away and disappeared around the corner.

"Interesting person." Xie Jingqian said with a smile, "She is...and so are you."

It is really unwise to let Mr. Xie control the right to speak.

In order to fight for the right to speak, the two suddenly had endless topics to talk about, and they silently competed with each other between asking and answering.

Unknowingly, the cloud harvested the rain.After the storm, the brand-new sky comes to the world and falls on the street outside the cafe. The shadow is the messenger of light, conveying the message of light with various images.

There is no need for a messenger between Qi Han and Xie Jing.

Qi Han knew that Xie Jing lived near the cafe, so he would often come here for coffee.Xie Jing talked nonchalantly about the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe that can be seen from the balcony. After speaking, he paused to appreciate Qi Han's expression. Unfortunately, Qi Han was expressionless at the time.

Xie Jing knew that Qi Han was working in a large enterprise. He was busy with work on weekdays, so he would come here to drink coffee and relax in his spare time. His home was also very close to the coffee shop, but the company was far away. The comfort of complicated affairs.

After the storm, good times come in pairs.

The position by the window has changed from a domain for one person to a small world for two people.

Qi Han still came every day, and Xie Jingsan came once every two days, but every time he came, Qi Han happened to be there, so he naturally took the position opposite Qi Han, repeating the cycle.

There is actually someone in this world who can fit so well with another person. They talk about everything, but they talk happily, as if everything is prepared for each other.

Occasionally, they would chat about books, about the books Qihan brought.

For example, today, Qi Han brought a copy of "Gaze from Behind".

Xie Jingdao: "A friend recommended it. The introduction said that this book is about a stalker's desperate secret love. Because I took one more look at a certain person in the crowd, I became that person's shadow from then on, chasing her forever involuntarily. He asked for Qi Han's opinion, and said: "This should be a kind of sick love. Did he finally get what he wanted in the book? I guess not."

Qi Han didn't answer Xie Jing. He closed the book and asked another question, "Does Mr. Xie hope that he will get what he wants? There is sympathy in your tone." He asked again: "Mr. Is someone going to follow him?" Qi Han's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he bit Xie Jing hard for a moment.

"Guess what?" Xie Jing cunningly avoided answering as if deliberately bullying Qi Han and said, "However, I think that stalkers don't follow the heroine because they like it. It's that they gradually follow the heroine during the stalking process." Knowing the heroine, the understanding leads to love, and because of the deeper and deeper understanding, the love cannot be extricated."

"Have you read this book?" Qi Han clasped the paper with his index finger, and the hard paper made a dull sound, as if he was questioning Xie Jing.

Xie Jing smiled but did not answer.

"Then will you become obsessed with someone because you know too much?"

"No." Xie Jing said, "It's fun to be unknown."

The various pedestrians in the cafe are like a huge intertwined net, and the strangers themselves are interesting mysteries.When the understanding gradually deepens and layers of mysteries are solved, the game is over.

Xie Jing said: "I think, I will leave a person because I know too much." Then he went to find new mysteries.

"Anyone with a good heart has a seemingly legitimate reason." Qi Han snorted coldly and said with emotion.After a while, he suddenly said: "Then, what if someone sees through you before you fully understand him?"

As if hearing some joke, Xie Jing smiled happily, the frivolity in her peach blossom eyes was like the most flashy color in a painter's brush.

"Then I will definitely fall in love with him, so much that I cannot extricate myself."

After that, Qi Han stopped chatting happily with Xie Jing.He learned to use the art of language, as Xie Jing is proficient in, there is a blank space at the end of every sentence.Qi Han thought that Xie Jing would feel unhappy, but in fact, Xie Jing's interest in him increased greatly. As Xie Jing himself said, what he loves is always the part he doesn't understand.

Therefore, Qi Han felt unhappy first.Sometimes he really hated Xie Jing, hated his frivolity and cunning, but so hated, the seat opposite him was still reserved for Xie Jing, only for this person.

But occasionally, Xie Jing would give him some small surprises.

Accidentally mentioned a lava cake in "The Bakery". The next day, Xie Jing came with a small cake box.He pushed the cake box in front of Qi Han, and said, "Here, open it and have a look."

The lava cake in the cake box is exactly as described in the book, and it is an illusion that cannot be bought in the real world.

"You made it yourself?" Qi Han couldn't bear to touch the knife and fork.The appearance of this piece of lava cake has completely defeated the cakes sold in the cafe. The waitress who handed Qi Han a knife and fork quietly gave Qi Han a jealous look.

"Hmm." Xie Jing asked, "How does it taste?"

The magma slipped into the esophagus, and the sweet taste seemed familiar. Qi Han thought hard, recalling the insubstantial peach blossom that fell into the coffee.The coffee that day was melted with peach petals, and it tasted just as sweet.

"Very good." Qi Han admired, but was frustrated in his heart.

His disgust, which was about to peak, was easily defeated in front of Xie Jing.Xie Jing only needed a piece of lava cake to melt all his unhappiness.

After eating the lava cake, Qi Han was deeply terrified.He suddenly discovered that his emotions and desires are just playthings on the fingertips of the opposite person, who can be rounded and flattened by him.

Xie Jing can make him suffer as well as make him happy, so how dangerous he is to him.

It would be nice to stay away.Qi Han thought, it would be great if he could have a chance to stay away from him.

One day, his chance came.

Xie Jing has not been to the cafe for five days, today is the fifth day, and it is almost sunset.

Someone passed by Qi Han and asked, "Sir, is there anyone on the other side?"

It wasn't a familiar voice, Qi Han said coldly without raising his head, "Sorry, there's someone on the other side."

The other party walked away incomprehensible. The waitress came to refill the coffee and said casually, "Mr. has changed a lot?"

Qi Han's heart skipped a beat, and he casually asked, "What has changed?"

"In the past, sir was sitting here alone." The waitress refilled the coffee, winked mischievously at Qi Han, and said, "Now, sir is waiting for someone."

With a bang, something was punctured, the balloon deflated, twitched wildly in the air, and fell to the ground like a rag.

Even the waitress can see it?The most frightening changes are made subtly.

Qi Han got up and wanted to leave here immediately, but unfortunately, he was one step too late.The door opened, and Xie Jing leisurely walked into the cafe, cutting off his only escape route.

"I just came here, are you leaving?" Xie Jing tilted his head, his tone was a bit mischievous, but Qi Han could only hear the playfulness.

You don't come while I'm waiting.When I wanted to leave, you came.

Perhaps not only the emotions and desires, but even him is just a plaything in Xie Jing's hands.

Qi Han sat back to his original position decadently, leaning against the sofa and closing his eyes.

"What's the matter? So lack of energy?" Xie Jing sat down opposite, like the most innocent passerby, not a cunning hunter.He said, "I have some news for you."

Qi Han didn't open his eyes, he didn't want to look at Xie Jing.

"I'm going to move and change to a new job. The company is too far away from home. I'm busy with moving recently, so I haven't come."

Xie Jing said that his home is very close to the cafe.Qi Han opened his eyes, stared at the most familiar stranger in front of him, and said, "Then, will you come again in the future?"

"The new home is too far away."

The implication is that there will probably be an indefinite reunion.

How nice, Qihan.You got your wish.He's about to fade out of your life and leave a big void there.The place he occupied paled as the strong colors faded.

Qi Han forced himself to write lightly: "I want to say goodbye to you."

"Well, goodbye." Even the word goodbye, Xie Jing said it more freely than Qi Han.

After that, Qi Han still went to the cafe to report every day, the difference was that he was the only one by the window.

"Sir, may I sit across from you?"

Without thinking about it, Qi Han blurted out: "I'm sorry, there's someone on the other side." When he realized what he said and wanted to redeem it, the person who asked the question had already walked away.

The waitress came to refill the coffee as usual. She was always silent when facing Qi Han, but she just made a mistake. The consistent silence of the waitress seemed to Qi Han like a silent mockery.

In the sunset cafe, Qi Han no longer enjoyed relaxation and comfort, only endless silence, his stay seemed to be to provide a laughing stock for the others present.Although no one except the waitress knew who the vacant seat opposite the man in the windbreaker was reserved for.

Just leave it to time to tone down the strongest colors.

Day after day, when the thick ink left by that person was about to fade into an invisible scar, Qi Han met Xie Jing again in the company.

This time, even time can't save Qi Han.

Xie Jing smiled and said: "Mr. Qi, long time no see, we will be colleagues from now on."

He smiled, tore open the scar that was about to heal, and used Qi Han's warm blood to repaint the thick ink that represented him.

It fits well, only to feel vacant after disappearing.It's been vacant for a long time, but it's lost and found again, and it's an irresistible carnival.

Xie Jing returned to his life.

Although he was happy, Qi Han did not lose his head.

Is there really such a coincidence in this world?Xie Jing just transferred to his company and belongs to the same department as him?The colleagues and subordinates around were not surprised at all, as if Xie Jing was here in the first place, and had been here for a long time.

Qi Han remembered a question he once asked Xie Jing.

'Would you stalk a guy because you liked it? '

At that time, Xie Jing's expression was the same as now, playful and elusive.

During company dinners, Qi Han is always persuaded to drink.He had drank three glasses, and when he was about to drink the fourth, Xie Jing snatched the glass from his hand.Xie Jing drank one cup, two cups, three cups on behalf of Qi Han... He got himself drunk, with one arm resting on Qi Han's shoulder, the drunkenness of peach blossom eyes was like a quiet stream, bottomless.

After he was drunk, he became taciturn and sincere.I will no longer say things that make people blush and heartbeat, but only stare at you with a smile, making you blush and heartbeat.

Qi Han could smell the blurred smell of wine, as well as the smell of cologne on Xie Jing's body. Xie Jing always kept a small bottle of cologne in his briefcase. Qi Han gradually became familiar with this smell, and he couldn't even detect any difference when it was mixed in the air. When you can't smell it, you feel lost.

Asked where his home is, Xie Jing smiled and did not answer.Qi Han had no choice but to call for a substitute driver to take Xie Jingxian back to his home.

Sitting in the back compartment, Qi Han's eyes fell on the corners of Xie Jing's lips, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, Qi Han never understood the meaning of that smile.He and Xie Jing are very close now, the smile arc is within his reach.Qi Han thought, he was also drunk, and people always like to do some arrogant and stupid things when they are drunk.

But it doesn't matter, Xie Jing is also drunk.

Qi Han lowered his head and kissed the corner of Xie Jing's lips, used his own lips to explore that smile, and then went further...

The neon lights outside the car window fell into Xie Jing's eyes, although the halo was hazy, Xie Jing's eyes were clear enough, he indulged Qi Han's penetration, and had been waiting for his fall for a long time.

The next day was the weekend, when Qi Han woke up, Xie Jing had already gone home.In a daze, Qi Han always thought that Xie Jing was still there, and when he opened his eyes, he was the only one in the room.There was a small bottle of cologne on the bedside table, exuding a familiar smell, and it was this smell that made Qi Han feel that Xie Jing never left.

Lying on the bed, Qi Han laughed softly, laughing at himself, the more he thought about it, the more amusing he became.

Xie Jing is like this bottle of cologne that he left on purpose, Qi Han's life is full of his breath.

Under the hood of a net that he could not escape from, Qi Han lay on his back on the bed, quietly waiting for the net to completely cover him.

In the afternoon, Qi Han called Xie Jing and only said one sentence.

"I want to see you."

I surrender, you come, come and take your captives, like a victor.

When Qi Han received the call, Xie Jing was reading at home.He lied to Qihan that he didn’t move at all.How could he move?The view here is so good.Xie Jing was sitting on the balcony, with a book spread out on his lap, he lowered his eyes, his eyes slid across the busy street, and landed on the cafe across the street.Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe, there was no one there.

He can see clearly, on this balcony, all the interesting and boring people are in his eyes.

Now, however, yet another interesting person is about to become uninteresting.

Close the book, and the gilt characters of "The Gaze from Behind" on the cover are exposed to the sunlight.

Xie Jing stretched his waist and put the book back on the shelf. It was almost time for him to find a new target.

On the way to Qi Han's house, Xie Jing bought a bouquet of roses.The bright red flowers that symbolize love, and the bright red flowers that will wither, should be picked when they are in full bloom and discarded before they wither.

He held the bouquet of roses and exchanged them for a heart, and when he got what he wanted, he should leave completely.

May the last day with Mr. Qi be beautiful and beautiful.

Qi Han was not happy when he received the roses.He casually put the flowers aside, and said to Xie Jing, "I don't know the flower language of roses, can you tell me?"

Xie Jing approached him and smelled a hint of cologne, Qi Han sprayed on the cologne he left behind.As if he wanted to sniff the familiar smell carefully, the tip of his nose lightly rubbed against Qi Han's cheek, his lips pressed against Qi Han's, and he said in a low voice: "You deceitful bad boy, you clearly know it."

Qi Han fell on his back on the bed, Xie Jing propped his hands on both sides of Qi Han's body, condescendingly admiring his prey, not letting go of any of his dying struggles.

"I want to hear it from you." Qi Han looked deeply at Xie Jing and said, "Can you say it yourself?"

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Xie Jing slowly lowered his body, leaned close to Qi Han's ear, and said, "I love you."

He was answered with a metallic snap, the sound of handcuffs snapping on, like a flash of lightning, too fast to blink.

Qi Han quietly rehearsed this movement tens of thousands of times, and he only practiced this one movement, which was precise and quick, killing with one blow.Clutching his wrist with the other side of the handcuffs, Qi Han raised his hand, and Xie Jing had no choice but to raise his hand, the handcuffs made them inseparable.

The prey who was trapped between the bed and Xie Jing showed a winner's smile.

"I got you, Mr. Thief."

Xie Jing's eyes turned cold inch by inch, and just when they were about to reach freezing point, they slowly returned to spring.

From the moment we met, scene after scene played back in my mind.

All the coincidences were premeditated. When he cast the bait, he had already fallen into a more sophisticated trap.

"Ha." Xie Jing smiled, he re-examined the man under him, and the man took the time to examine him, the two of them were so sober, as if they had never been obsessed with each other.

Xie Jing said: "Should I introduce it again? Mr. Qi."

"Hello, Mr. Thief. I'm just a little private eye, entrusted with catching thieves."

"Private detectives have such good skills?" Xie Jing shook his right hand, and Qi Han's left hand followed suit.

"I heard that Mr. Xie has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. I am upright and upright. I am not an opponent, so I have to specialize in one movement. It is opportunistic." As long as this one movement can win.

"It's really inspirational." Xie Jing half-truthfully said with emotion: "Mr. Detective spent time and effort in order to catch me, and I must have paid a lot of money. May I ask, who is Mr. Detective going to hand me over to?"

"Qi Han." Qi Han said: "Qi Han is my real name, I didn't lie to you."

Xie Jing didn't reply. Obviously, he no longer believed in this detective who was more cunning than him, not a word.

"The remuneration is indeed quite a lot." Qi Han said with a wry smile, "Unfortunately, it's a waste of time to fetch water from a bamboo basket."

Pulling his left hand, he pulled Xie Jing into his arms with the help of the handcuffs. He let the thief cling to his chest, allowing him to be close to his heart.Turning over, Qi Han pressed Xie Jing under him, kissed him heartily, and said: "I caught it, it's mine, it can only be mine." During the kiss, he asked Xie Jing, saying: "Is it still mine?" Remember what you said?"

'What if someone sees through you before you know him? '

'I'm going to fall in love with him, I can't help myself. '

"I won." Qi Han said stubbornly: "So, you have to fulfill your promise." Since you have already thrown yourself into the trap, how could you let you go.

It seemed to be getting dark very early, but the light was even earlier, so even if you were happy all night, you would feel short-lived and unsatisfactory.

When Qi Han woke up, the handcuffs had been undone, and they were placed on the bedside table, side by side with the cologne.In the bathroom, Xie Jing was taking a shower.Qi Han got up, pushed open the bathroom door, squeezed in, rested his chin on Xie Jing's shoulder, and said, "Xiaojing, next time we celebrate our wedding anniversary, let's change to another role-play. We won't play detectives and playboys anymore. "

"What?" Xie Jing glanced at Qi Han, and said, "I think you are having a good time, don't you?" Especially the handcuffs, Qi Han was able to restrain him, which shows that it has been premeditated for a long time, just as he himself said, I have practiced hard thousands of times.

Qi Han wanted to ask Xie Jing if he would leave him because he knew too well.After thinking about it, I laughed at myself for getting into the drama too deeply.How Xie Jing tolerated him, Qi Han's body remembered that joy.When he entered Xie Jing, the deeper he went, the more he felt a sense of security overflowing, and the bulging warmth in his heart was passed on to each other through lingering kisses.

If Xie Jing was unwilling at all, Qi Han would not have the slightest chance based on the difference in force between the two.But Xie Jing allowed him to go deep, a part of him was tightly embedded in Xie Jing's body, but he could clearly feel that Xie Jing also embraced him, this feeling was as clear as the pleasure, but it made him more nostalgic than the pleasure.

Although Qi Han didn't speak, Xie Jing noticed his thoughts.Rubbing the big cat's head, Xie Jing said helplessly: "Fool, you are too deep into the drama."

"Play it a few more times, just practice!" Kissing Xie Jing's cheek, Qi Han said: "Play some prison play next time? The handcuffing skills can't be practiced in vain."

"..." Xie Jing said: "Qi Han, am I pampering you too much?"