The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

Qi Jiu hadn't seen snow much before, and everything covered in silver here was novel to him.

When Yan Shiqing took him back to the hotel, Liu Yaoliu had already left with a sense of humor.

Qi Jiu was like a little fireball, entered Yan Shiqing's room and looked around, and finally flung himself on the window sill, unable to move his feet no matter what.

He took off his gloves while playing the guitar and didn't warm them up in time when he got home.

His fingertips were almost frozen to the point of unconsciousness, but he couldn't stop opening the window, and stretched out a finger to catch the snow.

Yan Shiqing was afraid that he would be cold, so he took his hand back, put Qi Jiu's hands on his neck, and tightly covered Qi Jiu's knuckles with his palms, trying to use this method to make Qi Jiu warm up quickly.

Qi Jiu wasn't looking at him, and let Yan Shiqing play with him, with the snow in his eyes, he only tilted his head and looked out the window.

Yan Shiqing was dissatisfied, and hooked his head to touch Qi Jiu's forehead, forcing him to look at him.

Qi Jiu's nose and cheeks were red from the cold, and his eyes were as moist as a deer.

His lips parted slightly, the joy of seeing Yan Shiqing hadn't dissipated, every cell in his body was screaming with joy.

After feeling Yan Shiqing's movements, he squinted his eyes and smiled, and took a step up to meet Yan Shiqing's lips.

Yan Shiqing couldn't remember what happened next.

He only remembered the touch of Qi Jiu's fingertips. When they touched his skin, it seemed that a series of electric currents were carried, and all the places they passed were hot.

Every time he was about to lose his mind, Qi Jiu's cold palm would pull him back, resting on his chest like a branding iron, restraining all his actions.

But even so, his movements were not gentle.

Every mark left on Qi Jiu's body will cause the other party to groan slightly. Yan Shiqing's fingertips exerted force, from Qi Jiu's slightly raised spine to his white jade-like chest.

Everywhere the fingertips passed was printed with hot kisses. Yan Shiqing's movements were pious, but mixed with a little impatience.

His heartbeat was heavy and fast, and with the desire to bite, he couldn't stop using force between his lips and teeth, and carefully and seriously dissected Qi Jiu.

Qi Jiu's exposed parts were covered with a layer of light pink, just like the first rose in the morning before it bloomed and soaked in morning dew.

Yan Shiqing vaguely recalled the cherry blossom forest that Qi Jiu and Qi Jiu saw on the rooftop in their third year of high school, it was delicate and beautiful, full of flowers.

He is like the wind that blows through the woods in April, bringing a shudder with every flower it sweeps.

Qi Jiu's thighs trembled extremely violently. He was in an extremely passive situation, even relying on Yan Shiqing to support himself.

Alpha is obviously a refreshing bitter tea scent, but to Qi Jiu's smell, it's just groggy, about to get lost in the chaos.

It's really strange, Yan Shiqing is usually cold and cold, but now it's terribly hot.

Or maybe it was because the heater in the room was turned on to the fullest, Qi Jiu's back was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and every breath was filled with heat.

But Yan Shiqing pushed him against the window sill, the cold temperature of the glass spread from the latissimus dorsi to the surroundings, Qi Jiu bowed reflexively, and his whole chest moved closer to Yan Shiqing's direction.

His eyes were watery, his eyelashes were full of tears that were about to fall, and he was holding the window sill with one hand.

The other hand landed vacantly on the back of Yan Shiqing's head, was hooked away by the other party, and held in his mouth, with the teeth touching the fingertips, and the tip of the tongue wrapping around the knuckles.

Qi Jiu was extremely shy, even the corners of his eyes were red, pushing Yan Shiqing to hide, his shoulder hit the glass.

Yan Shiqing grabbed Qi Jiu's waist with his hand, and dragged him back, his breath fell on Qi Jiu's ears, as if he was ordering, but also as if he was tempting: "Don't run."

"come here."

He knew that Qi Jiu couldn't stand up, so he held Qi Jiu's knee and lifted it up, letting it hang on his body.

Qi Jiu's entire ear was numb, and he wrapped around Yan Shiqing's waist in a cooperative manner, and finally realized that Yan Shiqing wanted to be here.

He suddenly became nervous, his limbs tightened, his red lips opened and closed, and he called out in confusion, "...Yanyan?"

What responded to him was Yan Shiqing's kiss, which was as fierce and pure as the snow outside the window.

The ends of Qi Jiu's eyes were moist, and broken whimpers came from his nasal cavity, his whole body was wet.

He tried to struggle, but his fingers slipped onto Yan Shiqing's shoulder, and he couldn't bear to grab him, so he said in a hoarse voice, "No—"

The rest of the voice was taken away by Yan Shiqing, and together with his breath, Qi Jiu was deprived of everything.

Qi Jiu still left marks on Yan Shiqing's body. His nails scratched Yan Shiqing's skin, leaving thin and long marks on his shoulder blades.

He felt like a full jug that could overflow at the slightest touch.

His entire body was bowed into an exaggerated shape, his ear temples were pressed against Yan Shiqing's neck, and he felt the other's canine teeth land on his gland.

The bitter tea seeped into his body lightly, and the pomelo blossoms became more and more surging after soaking in the water, intertwined and disordered with the thick bitter tea.

Qi Jiu felt the pain, but the intense pleasure surged up at the tailbone, pushed up the back and into the brain, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Tears gathered at the end of his eyes, and were wiped away by Yan Shiqing.

At this time, Yan Shiqing finally showed the gentleness he should have, hugging Qi Jiu, holding Qi Jiu, and whispered to him, don't be afraid.

Qi Jiu trembled even more, his toes tensed, and he struggled to wrap around Yan Shiqing.

He hung on Yan Shiqing's body, with the back of his hand hooked to block his sight, eagerly sniffing Yan Shiqing's scent, and softly called: "Yan Yan... Yan Yan—"

"Don't... don't want to be here."

How aggrieved he sounds, the pheromone is swaying, showing his anxiety fragilely.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, revealing a hazy beauty.

There was no one outside the window, and Qi Jiu was leaning against the window, so no one could see him.

With a little bit of selfishness, Yan Shiqing quietly exposed the secret to the snow as Qi Jiu's punishment for only looking at the snow just now.

But in fact, during this process, he was even more nervous than Qi Jiu.

His pheromone was involuntarily mixed with threats, spreading outward along the window cracks, oppressing all unrelated people from approaching, and trying his best to envelop Qi Jiu as much as possible.

Just the thought of "Qi Jiu might be seen" was enough to drive him crazy.

For more than ten years, Yan Shiqing has never owned anything of his own, nor has he ever had any love.

It was as if he had finally seen a bonfire on a barren winter night, the first sip of sugar for someone who has lost their sense of taste.

But now he is holding Qi Jiu, pressing Qi Jiu to hide him in his body, feeling the omega's slender limbs clinging to his skin, and screaming wantonly with every heavy breath——

mine.

this is mine.

is my baby.

But he didn't know how to soothe Qi Jiu's trembling, he just kissed him clumsily, hoping that his hot love could be passed on to Qi Jiu.

He hugged Qi Jiu to the bed, watched Qi Jiu bury his face in his arms, and didn't dare to look at him.

Qi Jiu's nasal voice was very strong, and the words were glued together, and he begged Yan Shiqing eagerly: "Don't turn on the light... don't turn on the light, okay?"

His expression was hidden, but his earlobes, knuckles, and even his knees were all red, revealing Qi Jiu's embarrassment.

Yan Shiqing wanted to listen to him and do as he said, but he couldn't bear it.

He wanted to see every part of Qi Jiu, to see his brows furrowed, to see his eyes turn red, to see his wet eyes become hollow, to see him hugging him tremblingly.

So Yan Shiqing turned off the switch and switched on the night light by the bed.

The dim yellow light shone, Qi Jiu looked like a piece of gilded silk.

He slowly moved his hand away, looking for Yan Shiqing in the misty field of vision, the charming emotion in his eyes, together with the purple and blue traces Yan Shiqing left on his body, was hidden in the navy blue night.

Yan Shiqing clasped Qi Jiu's wrist, put his lips on his palm, and carefully comforted Qi Jiu's emotions.

The small brown mole on Qi Jiu's eyelids was faintly visible, and the slender eyelashes flickered, arousing a little tear.

There was a little sweat on the tip of his nose, and the light was shining brightly. After meeting Yan Shiqing's eyes, he looked away trying to conceal himself, and wanted to hide himself.

Yan Shiqing clasped it even tighter, leaving red marks on Qi Jiu's wrist. On such a quiet and romantic night, he called him in a hoarse voice: "Qi Jiu."

"Look at me, Qi Jiu."

Qi Jiu let out a whimper like a small animal from his throat, kicked the bed sheet up, and leaned his neck to accept Yan Shiqing's hot kiss.

He mumbled, panted, and whimpered in response:

"......hug me."