extremely dependent

Ji Weijue wrapped his arms around Jian Xun's waist, and evenly applied the shower gel in his hands on his back. The skin with the shower gel felt wet and tender, and Ji Weijue's hand involuntarily touched him.

Jian Xun stopped the messy hand before it touched the target position: "Don't touch it, it hurts."

Ji Weijue looked down at the red and swollen nipples on Jian Xun's chest that had been bitten by him, and felt guilty for a moment.When he did it just now, he licked Jian Xun's chest, and Jian Xun's reaction was already quite strong, but he couldn't restrain his fascination for a while.

"I'm sorry brother."

Jian Xun looked at Ji Weijue's way of stretching out his hand to touch it but didn't dare to touch it. It was a little funny. He pulled his hand and put it on his lower back. Mo Yang: "Didn't you say you want to wash it for me? Hurry up, I'm hungry."

Ji Weijue hugged him obediently, and touched his waist along his hand.

In the end, Ji Weijue cooked the meal by himself, and Jian Xun leaned on the bed with two pillows on his lower back and didn't know who he was talking on the phone with.

While cooking, Ji Weijue eavesdropped with his ears up. After listening to Jian Xun's "hmm" for a while, he finally said, "Let's talk, I'm going to work."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Xun leaned against the bed for a while, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked behind Ji Weijue with slippers on, leaned on his shoulder and asked, "Braised pork ribs?"

Ji Weijue let him lean on him, and smiled softly: "Well, I haven't cooked Chinese food for a long time, I don't know if my level has regressed."

"It smells so good." Jian Xun looked over his shoulder at the pot in front of him, and asked, "Do you want me to help?"

Ji Weijue wanted to say no, but when he turned his head and saw Jian Xun's face, he suddenly thought of something, pretending to react abruptly: "Ah! I forgot something."

"What?" Jian Xun stood in front of the cooking box next to him and asked, "No salt?"

"No," Ji Weijue wrinkled his nose lightly, "It seems that he forgot to put sugar."

Jian Xun was lowering his head to distinguish which one is the sugar bowl in the cooking box, when Ji Weijue called again: "Brother."

"Huh?" Jian Xun looked up, "Which one is sugar..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Weijue had already moved his head to steal a kiss in front of him.

"Okay, it should be sweet enough now." Ji Weijue raised the corners of his lips, with a childish complacency on his face.

Jian Xun's eyes were covered with a thick smile, and he sighed in a low voice: "...Where did you learn it?"

"Seeing you, you can learn without a teacher." Ji Weijue turned his head and smiled at him, "There is nothing to help, I can eat it later when I collect the juice. Brother, go to rest for a while, there is a glass on the table Warm honey lemonade, go drink some to moisten your throat."

"Okay." Jian Xun nodded, walked to the table, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then turned around and asked, "Where did you put that little house?"

Ji Weijue didn't look back, and replied, "It's on my computer desk."

Jian Xun took the water glass and walked to Ji Weijue's computer desk and sat down. The little house with the red roof was right next to Ji Weijue's monitor. He put down the water glass, and stretched out his hand to open the small window marked with the number 21. There was a green tinfoil wrapped chocolate in it. .

Looks like matcha?

He unwrapped the wrapping paper, picked up the chocolate and took a bite. After biting through the crispy skin of the chocolate, the sauce inside flowed into his mouth. A pungent and pungent taste spread in his mouth, and his brows frowned suddenly. , quickly took out a tissue to spit it out, picked up the water cup and poured it wildly.

Ji Weijue turned his head when he heard the voice and asked, "What's wrong, brother?"

Jian Xun was bursting into tears stimulated by the mouthful of mustard sauce. When he heard his voice, he turned sideways to avoid his sight, took out a piece of paper and wiped his eyes, and said as if nothing had happened: "Baby, you come over."

Ji Weijue put the lid on the pot in response, dried his hands and walked over: "Huh?"

Jian Xun curled up one leg and nestled in Ji Weijue's gaming chair, raised his head and said to him, "You should be lower."

Just as Ji Weijue bent down to get closer, he asked, "What's the smell?"

Jian Xun raised his eyebrows and said, "Open your mouth."

Ji Weijue hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth, and Jian Xun quickly stuffed the remaining half of mustard chocolate into his mouth.

"?" Ji Weijue was stunned for a second, before the mustard spread in his mouth, he just swallowed it down.

"?" Jian Xun looked at his swallowing movement, still holding the tissue for Ji Weijue in his hand, and was also stunned for a moment, asking: "You, swallowed?"

"Ah," Ji Weijue just opened his mouth to speak, and the strong pungentness spread up his throat. He bent one leg, kneeled on the chair where Jian Xun was sitting, and said repeatedly with tears in his eyes: "Shui Shui Shui Shui water……"

Jian Xun laughed so much that his hand shaking when he picked up the cup, Ji Weijue lowered his head and poured several mouthfuls of water into his hand, then sniffed his nose, took the paper and wiped away the snot and tears from the spicy, leaned over and hugged his smiling face Jian Xun, who couldn't do it, buried her head on his shoulder and said in a grievous voice, "You're still laughing."

It took Jian Xun a lot of effort to hold back his smile, raised his hand and patted his back, and opened his mouth to comfort him, but he couldn't help it when he opened his mouth, his shoulders trembled with laughter: "You are so stupid ah."

Ji Weijue buried his head like a big dog on Jian Xun's shoulder and arched it a few times in protest, then raised his head from his shoulder, pursed his mouth, and demanded: "Kiss me.

Jian Xun leaned over and nodded on his lips, and was about to sit up straight when Ji Weijue grabbed his shoulders and pressed into the back of the chair to kiss him.He tilted his head to hide for a long time, but he couldn't avoid the vengeful tongue in his mouth, and the mustard smell that had finally dissipated in his mouth all came back now.

After a while, Jian Xun pulled Ji Weijue's sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said angrily, "Childish!"

Ji Weijue laughed a few times, and quickly got up and ran to pour him water.

Chocolate, quite sweet.

Ji Weijue didn't dare to say it.