extremely dependent

In the evening, when Jian Xun came out of the bathroom after washing up, Ji Weijue was sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hands and was videoing with his family. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and looked at Jian Xun.

Jian Xun smiled at him, didn't bother him, and went to bed lightly.

The person on the other side of the video probably saw that Ji Weijue was not the only one at home, so he asked something, but Jian Xun was far away and couldn't hear clearly.But Ji Weijue's voice was heard clearly: "Boyfriend. Huh? Say hello?"

Ji Weijue turned his head and glanced at Jian Xun on the bed in some embarrassment. Hearing the sound, Jian Xun straightened his back which was lazily leaning on the head of the bed. He waved his hands in a panic and silently mouthed: Another day.

"No, it's too late now, he's already gone to sleep." Ji Weijue said to the person in the video, who was probably asking about Jian Xun, Ji Weijue replied: "Chinese, he is usually in the country, this time he is here Spend Christmas with me."

Jian Xun didn't have the nerve to listen, so he picked up the iPad next to his pillow to check the latest movies.

Ji Weijue's tablet didn't have a password, he entered the main page as soon as he pressed the home button, and then a lot of messages popped up in the prompt bar, Jian Xun glanced at them, all of them were @tips on Weibo.

Ji Weijue jumped onto the bed after hanging up the video, and ducked in from under Jian Xun's arm holding the tablet, raised his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

"See if there are any good movies recently." Jian Xun raised his hand a little, let him slip into his arms, and continued to read movie reviews while casually saying: "Your Weibo is quite lively."

Just as he was talking, another forwarding reminder popped up on the prompt bar.

Ji Weijue panicked and asked, "Brother, have you read my Weibo?"

"No," said Jian Xun, who stopped sliding the screen, looked down at him, and asked suspiciously, "Is there anything you can't read on your Weibo?"

"No, no." Ji Weijue stumblingly denied.

Jian Xun gestured to open the Weibo icon on the screen: "Really?"

"Don't look at it, don't look at it!" Ji Weijue hurriedly reached out and snatched the tablet from his hand and carried it into his arms, as if he would not let him see it, "There is nothing, there is nothing to see."

Jian Xun felt inexplicably uneasy. He frowned and asked, "Could it be you? Do you have any other boyfriends or girlfriends?"

Ji Weijue sat up from him suddenly, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and he said loudly: "No, absolutely not, there will never be in this life!"

This moment completely aroused Jian Xun's curiosity, Jian Xun raised his chin and pointed to the tablet in his arms: "What are you hiding from me?"

"I, I," Ji Weijue's unwavering eyes suddenly weakened, he avoided Jian Xun's gaze, and lay down on the half-empty bed next to Jian Xun, not forgetting to press the tablet under his stomach to protect it , the voice is as thin as a mosquito, "I drew a little, brother's little yellow picture..."

Jian Xun: ...

Ji Weijue quietly turned his head to look at his expression. Seeing that he pursed his lips and said nothing, he quickly explained: "We were too far away in the past. Sometimes I can't help but think about it. I promise not to paint in the future, absolutely Don’t draw anymore!” Ji Weijue was afraid that his verbal promise was not enough, and wanted to go over to act coquettishly, but was afraid that the tablet under him would be lost, so he reached out and gently shook Jian Xun’s T-shirt, “I was wrong Bro~ I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..."

Jian Xun: ...

Jian Xun was wearing Ji Weijue's T-shirt, which had a big neckline, but he dangled the hem of the shirt so much that almost half of his shoulders were exposed outside the neckline.

"Don't pull it." He reached out and patted Ji Weijue's hand away, pulled the collar neatly, and reached out to him: "Let me see."

"No, no, no, no." Ji Weijue shook his head again and again, lying on the bed and said, "It's out of battery, it's turned off, it can't be turned on, and I can't watch it..."

Originally, Jian Xun was not that interested after hearing what he said, so he thought to himself.But at this moment, looking at his shameless appearance, a wicked taste suddenly appeared in his heart, wanting to tease him.

He pretended to put his face on the floor, found his mobile phone from the bedside table, and said casually: "Then I will go to Weibo to search."

Ji Weijue stretched out his hand to pull his clothes again: "Brother~" Seeing that Jian Xun ignored him, he sneaked up to look at his mobile phone screen.

He saw Jian Xun inputting the keyword [Jian Xun R18 Painter] in the Weibo search box, and couldn't help but show off his intelligence: "You definitely won't be able to find it like this. Usually we use all the keywords to prevent searches." is an abbreviation."

Jian Xun paused for a moment, turned his head to look at him, and said in a strange voice, "Is that so?"

Ji Weijue suddenly realized that it was not the right time for him to show off, he quickly lowered his head and patted his mouth, raised his eyes and continued to pretend to be pitiful: "Brother~"

Jian Xun pulled his hand away, and found a lot of pictures according to his method.

Jian Xun slid a picture, put the screen in front of Ji Weijue, and asked, "Did you draw this?"

Ji Weijue looked at it and shook his head: "No, this painting is too ooc."

Jian Xun understood, changed one, put it in front of him again and asked, "Is this you?"

Ji Weijue continued to shake his head: "No."

Jian Xun changed another one and asked, "Is this you?"

Ji Weijue glanced at it, and vowed: "This and the previous one must have been painted by a wife, and she likes to draw big buttocks."

Jian Xun glanced at him, sneered, and cut off one: "Is this it?"

Ji Weijue just glanced at it and shook his head frantically, angrily said: "No, this is too big, it has not been harmonized yet? You tell me whose ID this is, I will report her."

Jian Xun looked at him and didn't speak for a long time. Ji Weijue felt a little hairy when he saw this gaze, and was helplessly defeated: "Well, I, I will show you, brother first promise me not to get angry..."

Before she finished speaking, Jian Xun suddenly threw the mobile phone aside, grabbed his collar and dragged him to kiss him.

Ji Weijue looked into his smiling eyes, a little unsure of what he meant, and asked weakly: "Still, do you still want to watch?"

Jian Xun smiled and nodded: "Well, show me."

Ji Weijue fiddled with the tablet in front of his face for a while, then looked up at him resentfully.

Jian Xun stretched out his hand and motioned for him to take it with his eyes.

Ji Weijue handed over the tablet, Jian Xun glanced down, and the screen displayed: Your account is abnormal and cannot log in now.

……

"Well, my Weibo seems to have been reported by my brother's fans..."