Chapter 50:

Yan Qiu's cheeks were scary, and he was a bit shameless. He just buried his face on his arm and stopped moving.
I knew that this would be able to toss for so long, and he did not agree to kill him.
Ji Xinglan pulled his hands back patiently, carefully wiped his hands with the wipes, and wiped each finger and finger joints cleanly without leaving traces. Recycle.
Yan Qiu was too lazy to care what he was doing, waiting for the man to wipe his hands clean, and then bent down to pick up Yan Qiu's clothes and trousers, and waited for him to put them on. After doing this, Master Ji fastened his belt.
Hearing the movement of his belt buckle, Yan Qiu moved his arm away and stared at him.
This stripped all his clothes, but he only loosened the belt, what a bad taste!
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A few minutes later, Ji Xinglan carried a paralyzed Yan Qiu and drove the car to the underground parking lot of the apartment.
When he lifted Yan Qiu out of the car, the latter didn't seem to want to move at all. Just as he wanted, Master Ji directly dragged the person out of the carriage and hugged him.
The elevator stopped on the first floor, and when the door suddenly opened, Yan Qiu and the aunt carrying the vegetable basket at the door looked at each other, so scared that they jumped out of Ji Ji's arms and stood by themselves.
This set of actions was so rapid that the aunt rubbed her eyes and thought she was dazzling.
After going upstairs and taking out the key to open the door, the kitten Lan Lan greeted him warmly. Yan Qiu's hands were stretched out, but he stared at Yan Qiu for a while, and suddenly turned to flee. Yan Qiu's body was full of Master Ji's taste, and became stronger and stronger every day. It disgusts!
Treating iodine and gauze at school was too hasty, Ji Xinglan brought a home medicine box, helped Yan Qiu to reorganize the wound, and even used a barrier agent, which completely isolated the smell that made him crazy.
The shattered Yan Qiu didn't want to stay with him. He hid his neck and hid in the room alone. He sat in front of the table and took the contents of the bag out.
The heat on his cheeks had dissipated, and there was a little hotness behind his ears.
Ji Xinglan helped him, and he helped Ji Xinglan, this is completely different!
Why did he give him his hand!
Yan Qiu felt helpless and wanted to write a little homework quietly. He touched the bag twice and suddenly felt the two tickets Xie Yu gave him.
The expired tickets are useless. Yan Qiu just pulled the tickets out, and heard footsteps coming to the door.
Yan Qiu also did not know what he was guilty of. He was probably afraid that Ji Xinglan would find him wanting to see an adult painting exhibition, and it might be that Ji Xinglan found that Xie Yu wanted to see an adult painting exhibition with him.
While the doorknob was pressed, Yan Qiu subconsciously stuffed the ticket into his pocket, hurriedly opened the chair and sat down dignifiedly, pretending that nothing happened.
Needless to say, Ji Xinglan took advantage of him today and is in a good mood. He placed the glass with hot milk on Yan Qiu's left hand side and touched his neck smoothly.
Suddenly, it flicked over the side of his neck, swirling around the edge of his collar and around the glands, making it full of teasing.
I don't know when it started such an excessive movement. Both of them are accustomed to it. It seems that they just touch their hands.
But normal people shouldn't touch Omega's neck even if they owe their hands. It's a personal touch. It's estimated that Yan Qiu wouldn't be able to rip it off the wall.
No way, I can't beat Master Ji, I can only make him feel safe. Yan Qiu made a sounding excuse for himself.
The hand on his neck slid slowly, his fingertips touched his collarbone exposed from the collar, and then his knuckles squeezed his shoulder.
Yan Qiu was quiet on the surface, and in fact all his attention was focused on the hand on his shoulder.
The hand holding the pen shivered slightly, and the tip of the pen slipped on the paper to pull out a very ugly curve. He had to pretend to look at the problem and put the pen down.
Yan Qiu is so confused now that he doesn't want to talk to Ji Xinglan, even if he seduce him. However, Ji Xinglan maintained a very strong interest in Yanqiu, and found him ashamed, but more and more energetic.
He didn't believe he didn't have a fun math homework.
Suddenly, Yan Qiu felt a slight force on the hand on his shoulder.
"Take it out," the man's face darkened slightly, and said lightly, "I hid something, I smelled it."
Yan Qiu put his hand stiffly into his pocket and felt the ticket for the exhibition that Xie Yu gave him.
He guessed what Ji Xinglan was talking about. It is estimated that Xie Yu's taste stuck to it.
He smelled it all. He looked up at Ji Xinglan, sullen in his heart: it was really a dog nose.
Yan Qiu handed over the tickets obediently, without him, Ji Xinglan also knew that it was Xie Yu.
He took it and glanced lightly: "It's his acquaintance."
"I didn't go with him, and the exhibition ended yesterday." Yan Qiu said with a shrug.
Otherwise, he really wanted to see it.
"... It's okay if you want to see it." Ji Xinglan flicked the ticket in his hand and said meaningfully, "Joyce will leave this weekend, and the paintings are still in the art gallery."
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"I said I didn't want to go with you." Yan Qiu's face resisted, but Ji Xinglan still put a seat belt on him.
The City Art Museum closed on Monday, but Ji Xinglan didn't know who to call on the road and drove directly to the door of the Art Museum.
Joyce's painting exhibition was in an independent exhibition hall, and the staff opened the door for them face to face. There was no one in it, and no lights were turned on.
Yan Qiu fumbled on the wall and turned on the ceiling light, watching the staff standing outside and waiting before entering the exhibition hall.
As a guy with no artistic cells, Yan Qiu looked at the paintings and couldn't see any famous ones. He just looked at something fresh, swallowed it, and only stopped to watch it when he saw the stimulating picture.
But it feels a little weird in the face of Ji Xinglan, but Ji Xinglan still has to stick to him, looking at some spring paintings very seriously, as if choosing which posture to use tonight.
Yan Qiu regretted that he came with him. He didn't dare to think about it and could only take a quick look.
After a turn, he felt that he had almost seen it and turned his head to call Ji Xinglan.
Anyway, that guy has already seen it once with others, there is no need to watch it for so long. They can go away after reading, so as not to disturb the staff for too long.
When Yan Qiu was about to call him, the light above his head suddenly went out.
In front of him, Yan Qiu thought it was a power outage and fumbled for the door. But after taking two steps against the wall, several orange light spots gradually appeared in the darkness in front of me. The light spots grew more and more, gradually illuminating the interior.
Yan Qiu blinked because his eyes were not suitable for flickering, and found that the light spots were many warm orange light bulbs, with a slightly dim light, which reflected the picture with a different charm.
He followed the light and saw Ji Xinglan standing in front of a painting, hooking at him.
Yan Qiu went over and saw a very special painting in front of him. In particular, Yan Qiu couldn't even see what was painted.
"Do you know what this picture is about?" The man asked.
Yan Qiu stared at the picture carefully to distinguish, but could not see it at all. The other paintings in the exhibition hall are very straightforward, and he can easily see what this painting is, only this painting is weird.
The picture is dark and frantic, like the night passing by a tornado, but there is a blurry golden light and shadow in the center of the picture. It can be seen that the two groups of entangled colors in the darkness are so vague that even the human form can not be distinguished.
When Qiu was stunned, the man asked slowly: "Do you know what the theme of this exhibition is?"
Yanqiu recalled the words on the ticket: "... 'First time'."
Realizing that Yan Qiu's face had changed, Ji Xinglan smiled easily: "It's not what you think. There can be a lot of first time between two people, the first meeting, the first holding hands, the first kiss ..."
"Joyce is my friend," he said to the startled Yanqiu. "She also visited a lot of people before she drew this painting, and got inspiration from them."
Yan Qiu looked at the painting inexplicably. He could feel Ji Xinglan hinting at him.
"Do you know what the theme of this picture is?" The man asked.
Of course Yan Qiu didn't know what the vague painting was. He bowed his head to see if there were any marks on the painting, but he was held by his hand.
"The theme of this picture is the first kiss."
Yan Qiu looked at him unclearly, and saw that something seemed to flash in the man's eyes, then he decisively hooked Yan Qiu's collar with one hand, and leaned down and gently contained before Yan Qiu had time to refuse. Up his ruddy lower lip.
I don't know when, the rest of the light bulbs in the exhibition hall are all gone, only one next to me.
The vague golden light and shadow, the tethered light bulb next to him could sway gently. Somehow, Yan Qiu thought of the light bulb swaying in the back door of the bar in the alley that night.
First kiss.
Now the person standing in front of him was the one at the time.
In the darkness of the room, time seemed to stagnate around them. I don't know how long. When the man finally released him, Yan Qiu gasped and immediately turned to see the picture.
The light spot between the dark nights on the screen seemed to expand in front of his eyes, swallowing him in—
In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the alley that night. The golden light was the dim light bulb. He met 17-year-old Ji Xinglan again.
Yan Qiu's eyes were still staring at the painting, and suddenly he felt someone hug him from behind.
Alpha's irresistible breath suddenly enveloped him.
In the dim light and shadow, the man's dark and deep eyes were extremely bright.
"It looks good, that's my first kiss." The low magnetic voice lingered into Yan Qiu's ears, and the hands around his waist tightened suddenly. I really like it. "