C10 Chapter 10

The moment Qian Ye walked out of the supermarket, a gust of cold wind blew into his face, causing him to subconsciously flinch. Before entering the supermarket, the temperature had not dropped that low. It had been just over an hour, but the temperature had dropped so fast that even the sky had turned completely dark.

It looked like winter had arrived …

Qian Ye sighed in his heart. He hung the green bag on his shoulder, raised the collar of his coat with one hand and carried a big box of biscuits with the other. The kind with the iron box, the one sold in the supermarket today, what can I store in the biscuit box after eating it? It's quite affordable for Qian Ye. In any case, it would be better to buy one that could "make use of everything"!

On the way back, due to the things in his hands, Qian Ye slowed down a lot. Passing the place where the polo vendor had been standing, he looked left and right, and when the green light came on, he crossed the street at a leisurely pace — with some regret.

After walking for almost half an hour, Qian Ye's expression was very indifferent. Naturally, he would not have any interesting topic for him to pass, but just as he was about to reach home, a strange sound came from an alley beside him. Although it was very light, it was enough for Qian Ye.

The hard object lashed at the body.

Qian Ye stopped and turned his head, pushing his glasses. The alley was dark, the sound coming from the darkness gave people a creepy feeling.

Qian Ye frowned. The sounds of beating rose and fell one after another. He could tell that the strength was enough to break the joints of a person's bones. Soon, the smell of blood came from the dark alley.

A passerby curiously looked up at him and then slowly left. Other than him, no one else had noticed the abnormality …

Qian Ye stood quietly for a while until the smell of blood made him turn his head away. It had been a long time since he smelled someone else's blood. It didn't feel so good.

Qian Ye made a mocking smile. Six against one — it wasn't very moral, but it had nothing to do with him.

Soon after, he also slowly left like a passerby. This was because he was originally a passerby, so he was extremely ordinary.

There was a sudden hiss from behind him, like a final struggle before death.

Qian Ye didn't even crease his eyebrows. Of course, he wouldn't look back.

As he pushed open the door, the temperature inside the shop wasn't much higher than outside. In the dark room, Qian Ye's footsteps sounded. He walked to the wall and pressed the switch. The wall light lit up, and the room instantly became dark.

He went into the kitchen and put down what he had in his hand. He opened the refrigerator and skillfully sorted everything he had bought. When the green bag was empty, he still had a piece of chocolate in his hand. While standing up, he tore open the package with his mouth. Qian Ye took a bite of the pure black chocolate.

He hung the green bag on the wall and walked out of the kitchen with the biscuit tin. The chocolate in his mouth had already begun to melt, he liked this taste very much, eating chocolate can make people happy, so Qian Ye often felt this kind of "happiness", this kind of simple and easy to get — happiness — from eating chocolate.

After putting the last bit of chocolate into his mouth, Qian Ye walked to the door and prepared to lock it. Just as his hand reached for the door handle, the door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

"I'm sorry! "This store has …" Qian Ye resisted the urge that he hadn't seen for a long time. When he raised his head and saw the people standing outside the door, he swallowed the word "close" back down. Because to that person, these two words had no meaning at all. Perhaps as long as he was happy, even the presidential palace would 'open' for him!

Jin Shizhan looked at the expressionless Qian Ye. He was dressed in black from head to toe, plus his height of one hundred and ninety centimeters. The deterrence of standing at the door wasn't something an ordinary person could compare with.

"What is it? Are you not happy that a guest has come to visit? " he asked with a smile.

Qian Ye revealed a trace of undetectable disgust and asked coldly: "What's the matter?"

"Why can't I come find you when I'm fine?"

What a joke!

"If you have nothing to do, please leave. Don't block my door. "I'm going to close the door …" Before he could say anything, Jin Shizhan had already circled around him and entered the house.

Qian Ye stood where he was for a while, then closed the door. He turned around and faced the 'unexpected guest' in the room.

"It's so cold here..." Standing in front of the counter, Jin Shizhan looked around. He then turned around and leaned on the counter and took out a cigarette from his pocket. After he took one out, he waved the cigarette in his hand towards Wu Liang and asked, "Do you want to?"

Qian Ye didn't say anything as he stood at a distance away from Jin Shizhan.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Jin Shizhan didn't mind. He lit up his own cigarette and the smell of his favorite tobacco filled the air.

This kind of smell was exactly what Qian Ye hated the most.

"You — what are you going to do?" After some consideration, he still removed the word 'fucking' from his mind.

Jin Shizhan slightly raised his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at Qian Ye through the smoke, smiled and said, "In my impression, you seemed to have asked me this question many times already."

"Because you didn't answer at all."

"How stubborn." After taking two puffs of smoke, Jin Shizhan stood up and walked slowly towards Qian Ye. When he was in front of Qian Ye, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and raised Qian Ye's chin with one hand. He leaned close to the latter's ear and asked, "Don't you think that our relationship is too close? Is it too unfamiliar to ask 'what do we want to do'?"

Their relationship -- this sentence, no matter how you look at it, is a disguised irony. Qian Ye sneered. He could do nothing but laugh.

"Jin Shizhan, I'm no longer the same Qian Ye as before. If you want to play, I don't think I can take anything out to play with you. Right now, I don't even have the strength to pick up a bag of flour … "He raised his right hand. The scar on his palm could only be described as ferocious at any time.

Jin Shizhan looked at the scar. He knew — and was sure — that Qian Ye had made it himself.

"Do you think spending time on me like this is worth it?" I wonder if you wouldn't feel disgusted holding such a body while you were sleeping with me? " At the end, the smile on Qian Ye's face became more and more pronounced.

Jin Shizhan felt very uncomfortable. Qian Ye saw through something that gave him a slight sense of failure, but he did not fail.

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me to decide."

Qian Ye sneered and turned his head around with an incomprehensible expression.

Jin Shizhan pinched his chin and turned his head back, forcing Qian Ye to face him face to face. Qian Ye slightly raised his head, and the hair on his forehead fell to the corners of his eyes. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and at the same time, he heard Jin Shizhan's voice.

"Sometimes, I feel that just seeing your expression is worth it."

Qian Ye opened his eyes. Behind his glasses, he revealed a conflicted expression …

Their eyes met. Jin Shizhan smiled first. There was a trace of pride mixed in his smile. Qian Ye didn't know why he was laughing like that. At this moment, Jin Shizhan pressed his thumb against Jin Shizhan's lower lip, and with a gentle push, a small crack appeared on Jin Shizhan's light lips, allowing him to take advantage of the opportunity.

His wet and hot tongue drilled in through the cracks, and a taste that did not belong to him suddenly rushed into his mouth. He frowned, and when Jin Shizhan was "raging" in his mouth, he raised his hand, clenched his fist in the air and let go of it. Finally, he grabbed Jin Shizhan's back and pulled him backwards …

His hand hurt, but he was still as still as a rock. Of course, the most powerful move was his tongue. He felt the tip of his tongue sliding across every part of his mouth. Qian Ye's own tongue was about to fall out of his mouth.

Kissing became a form of "punishment", and Qian Ye felt pain.

When he could no longer breathe, Jin Shizhan finally let him go. The two of them were still very close, their noses facing each other. The air they exhaled mixed together, making it impossible to tell which one belonged to which one. Qian Ye's glasses were coated with a thin layer of water vapor. He squinted his eyes, making it impossible to see what was in front of him, but he did not take them off to wipe them off.

He just didn't want to see Jin Shizhan's face!

He didn't know if Jin Shizhan saw through his intention or not, but he laughed and asked, "Why aren't you resisting?"

Was there any point in resisting now that he had gone to bed?

"You're going to let go if you resist?"

He shook his head. "It will only make me more excited."

Qian Ye was expressionless as he pushed Jin Shizhan, who was blocking in front of him, but Jin Shizhan didn't move at all, making him hate the man's height and build even more. Jin Shizhan looked really thin, but in reality, he was definitely thin when wearing clothes.

"I've noticed..." Observing Qian Ye, Jin Shizhan said very slowly: "You seem to know me very well, Qian Ye..."

Without refuting or agreeing, Qian Ye did not speak. Based on his understanding of Jin Shizhan, the current him should not be speaking.

His attitude didn't seem to make Jin Shizhan unhappy. On the contrary, his smile deepened. "I feel that I've 'underestimated' my enemy. You know me better than I know you..."

"No," Qian Ye interrupted him, and slowly took off his glasses. "You don't know me at all. and I don't know you -- "

Other than you being Jin Shizhan and me being Qian Ye, none of us know each other.

As Jin Shizhan left, he said to Qian Ye, "Kissing you is more exciting than going to bed."

After enduring for a long time, Qian Ye finally couldn't hold it in anymore and said two words: abnormal.

Jin Shizhan's smile made Qian Ye even more certain that he was a pervert.

Lying on the bed, Qian Ye looked up at the mottled ceiling. The patterns on it had already been memorized by his heart. This was how he spent the nights when he couldn't sleep. He always felt that there was still the smell of smoke between his nostrils, maybe it was the smell of smoke, maybe it was Jin Shizhan's smell, everything made him feel uncomfortable.

He turned over and sat up in bed. He decided to take a shower. It was already late at night, and it might not be long before the sun rose. A slight wave of discomfort came from his abdomen, reminding Qian Ye that he had not eaten dinner tonight. But he seemed to remember something more important: he had left the door unlocked!

Qian Ye didn't even want to turn on the lights as he accepted his fate and went downstairs. However, when he just stepped onto the last step, he was stunned for a moment. He stood there motionlessly, and the surroundings were quiet. Everything was the same as usual, with everything neatly arranged in place. The door was also tightly shut.

Qian Ye rolled his eyes. He couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness. The light that he could usually vaguely see from outside the door wasn't lit today. Maybe it was because he was worried, or because he was nervous, but today, Qian Ye couldn't find one for himself.

After confirming something, he turned around slightly and walked step by step behind the counter. With every step, the surroundings became so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

At the far corner of the counter, in the darkness, nothing could be seen clearly. Qian Ye looked at the pitch black area and frowned.

"Next time you have to steal something, clean up your tracks. I don't like to wipe the bloody floor." It was very calm. Anger and other emotions could not be detected.

For the rest of the day there was no sound. Qian Ye didn't say anything else and just stood on the spot with his arms crossed. Until a laugh broke the silence.

A hand reached out slowly from the darkness, a bloody hand holding a loaf of bread.

Qian Ye knew him. That was his dinner for tonight.

The owner of the hand opened his mouth and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for dirtying your floor! But — "There was a pause." Your bread is not very good! "

Although the light was not bright, it was enough for both sides to see the general situation of the other side. However, for Qian Ye, he only saw that the guy in front of him who had blood on his face, hands and body was covered in blood had a pair of very bright eyes, and the blood that flowed from the door to the counter. Whether he could wipe it clean before dawn was a question.

"Thief" spoke up again. Judging from his exposed teeth, he was probably smiling. He said, "Excuse me--can I borrow some gauze?"

Qian Ye asked himself: "How did this guy know I have the gauze?"

In fact, Qian Ye didn't have any gauze at all.