The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 413
He opened his clothes and raised his hands to unbutton his cuffs. A few rays of sunlight fell on his head. His black hair shone with fine golden light. His lips were raised in a half-smile, always looking passionate. The muscles are beautifully trained, full of wild strength, and the lines of the abdominal muscles are tight and looming.
Qi Yunxiao: “…”
He tilted his head, half-closed his eyes, tapped his fingertips on the table, and calmly counted the beats of his heartbeat.
Qi Yunxiao’s shirt also fit Ji Wenchen very well, but it was a little too close-fitting, so it wasn’t a big problem.
”Thank you, Mr. Qi.” Ji Wenchen turned around and walked out casually.
The sound of closing the door sounded and Qi Yunxiao turned his head.
The stained shirt was abandoned by its owner and left alone on the sofa.
Qi Yunxiao closed his eyes and recalled Ji Wenchen’s dissolute attitude anytime and anywhere.
Not in a hurry.
Ji Wenchen had a burnt wrist, which caused a lot of inconvenience. There was no dinner tonight, so Qi Yunxiao went to the kitchen and made a casual meal. Because of the burnt wrist, he didn’t have to wash the dishes after the meal.
Qi Yunxiao still said the same thing. He has no hobby of abusing employees.
He didn’t like dirty dishes piling up in the kitchen, so he folded his sleeves twice and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Ji Wenchen had just arrived at the apartment, but he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. After dinner, he turned on the TV and adjusted the channel, listening to the sound of water dripping in the kitchen, and the occasional clinking of porcelain bowls.
He raised his voice and said, “Mr. Qi, do you need my help?”
”No,” Qi Yunxiao said quietly.
It was Qi Yunxiao who cooked and Qi Yunxiao who washed the dishes. It was unclear who was the boss and who was the assistant.
The two of them ate, and there were only a few bowls. Qi Yunxiao quickly cleaned the kitchen, sat down on the other side of the sofa, and opened his laptop. Ji Wenchen consciously turned the TV to mute.
”Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Qi. Can I give you a massage?” Ji Wenchen said.
Qi Yunxiao: “No need.”
The two of them were sitting harmoniously in the living room, each doing their own thing. There was nothing interesting to watch on the TV. Ji Wenchen took out his mobile phone and watched the chat in the group.
There is a group of rich second-generation people who are active every day. They make appointments to hang out together in the evening. They @Ji Wenchen @ Ji Wenchen many times, but Ji Wenchen never overdoes it.
It was nearly ten o’clock. Qi Yunxiao answered the phone and said he was going out. Ji Wenchen got up and went to take a shower.
His wrist was burnt and he couldn’t touch the water. Taking a shower was inconvenient. He rinsed his head with one hand, but the gauze still touched the water. Ji Wenchen made a “tsk” sound, pulled the gauze off directly, and used both hands to wash his hair and take a bath.
Ji Wenchen came in with only a pair of underwear and pajamas. After taking a shower, he put on his pants and opened the bathroom door. After taking two steps out, he found Qi Yunxiao back, sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a medical kit on the coffee table.
”Mr. Qi?”
”Come here.” Qi Yunxiao frowned slightly when he saw water on his wrist.
Ji Wenchen raised his hand and rubbed his soaked hair casually, put a cream-yellow towel on his shoulders, and said hesitantly: “You want to give me medicine?” Qi Yunxiao: “Yes.” Ji Wenchen bent down and stared straight into his
eyes
. , Qi Yunxiao looked at him.
A drop of water from the tip of the black hair fell on the tip of Ji Wenchen’s nose. Ji Wenchen rubbed his nose, tilted his head and sneezed.
”Are you okay, Mr. Qi?” Ji Wenchen stood up straight and asked, “Give me some medicine?”
Qi Yunxiao: “What’s the problem?”
Ji Wenchen: “…”
The problem is huge.
According to Qi Yunxiao’s temperament and his “love rival” relationship, it would be fine if he didn’t drive him to death, and he was inexplicably… very nice to him.
Facing Ji Wenchen’s probing eyes, Qi Yunxiao’s eyes wandered around his upper body, his eyes so light that Ji Wenchen didn’t notice.
Qi Yunxiao’s Adam’s apple rolled up, and he opened his thin lips lightly: “I don’t know what is good or bad.”
Ah… yes, yes, this is the strength, this is the right thing.
Ji Wenchen felt relieved.
Chapter 105 Shenzhen
dipped a cotton swab in burn medicine and dabbed it on the injured area. After some careless tossing by Ji Wenchen, the injury on her wrist looked more serious than when it was first burned during the day, and two blisters appeared. It looks a little ugly.
He looked at Qi Yunxiao lowering his head to treat his wound, and hummed in a low voice, “It hurts.” The two of them sat on the sofa, leaning sideways. Ji Wenchen put his hand on Qi Yunxiao’s palm, not thinking about applying the medicine
. She squeezed his little hand very lightly.
Qi Yunxiao’s hands are about the same size as his, but the joints look slimmer and more delicate. It can’t be seen if they are not compared together, but it is particularly obvious when they are put together.
One is a manly, broad palm with slender fingers, and the other is a palm wrapped with a thin layer of skin and flesh, with clear joints and veins and red fingertips.
Qi Yunxiao thought he was in pain. When he heard him groan, he said coldly and ruthlessly: “Bear it.” ”
Can’t you just blow it?” Ji Wenchen said.
Qi Yunxiao raised his eyes, “Why should I blow?” ”
Everyone else is like this.” Ji Wenchen said, “If it hurts, then you have to wheeze.”
Qi Yunxiao removed the cotton swab, “Are you acting coquettishly?”
”Mr. Qi— —” Ji Wenchen suddenly came closer to him, and Qi Yunxiao’s breath froze.
The light scent of shower gel hits your face, so light that it has a hint of mint. This is Qi Yunxiao’s commonly used shower gel. The one kept in the bathroom outside is naturally the same style.
Qi Yunxiao: “What are you doing?”
”Your hands are so beautiful.” Ji Wenchen said.
Qi Yunxiao inadvertently pressed down the cotton swab in his hand.
”Hiss…” Ji Wenchen’s face twisted for a moment.
There was no apology in Qi Yunxiao’s voice: “You’re too close.”
Don’t you like him being close to him so much?
”Is this considered close?” Ji Wenchen asked.
