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Chapter 62 Deception
Chapter 62 Deception
A dead silence spread between the two, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to suddenly freeze into ice.
Mu Qing looked at Yu Yifeng who was silent, his eyes slowly dimmed: "As expected, you already know."
He laughed like a self-deprecating smile, and was about to get up and leave, but Yu Yifeng suddenly sighed deeply, stood up from the sofa, and sat beside Mu Qing.
Mu Qing was a little tense when he approached, and subconsciously gave way to the side: "You—"
Before he could finish his words, the person who suddenly kissed him blocked the unfinished words back. Mu Qing was stunned for a moment when his lips came up, but he quickly turned his back on the guest and took the initiative to hook Yu Yifeng to deepen the kiss.
The wall clock on the wall silently changed the numbers. Yun Si, who was sleeping on the sofa, seemed to have a sweet dream.
After the kiss ended, his eyes met, Yu Yifeng looked at Mu Qing, who didn't want to lean on his arms honestly, but put his hands on his legs recklessly, and Mu Qing, who had a broken face, suddenly smiled and sighed. .
He held Mu Qing's hand and gently rubbed the fingertips of the person in front of him with the tip of his nose, "I was indeed at the... dinner party and overheard someone discussing your affairs, and it was indeed because this was a little bit... I'm irritable, and it made you worry, sorry."
Yu Yifeng's apology was so formal, but Mu Qing was a little uncomfortable: "It doesn't matter, it's not your fault, I really didn't live so well before...with few desires."
"That's what a monk should do. You're not a monk, you're an adult man with normal physical needs. You're fine." Yu Yifeng downplayed the things that he was brooding about yesterday and now. Looking at Mu Qing with a smile, "Don't blame yourself for this, you're right, it's me who's wrong."
The tip of Yu Yifeng's nose was still pressed against Mu Qing's fingertips, the hot breath dripped into his fingers, and his sincere eyes stared at the person who was close at hand, affectionately and lingering: "The next is my review. Time, would you like to hear my thoughts?"
Mu Qing hadn't recovered from Yu Yifeng's sudden apology. Hearing his question, his fingertips shrank unconsciously, but he didn't respond as shyly as before, in line with the "Flower of High Mountains". Instead, he stepped back slightly, looked at Yu Yifeng and said, "If you want."
Yu Yifeng pondered for a moment, then said, "Yesterday afternoon's dinner was filled with customers who usually come and go. When everyone was chatting, they were a little bit open-mouthed, and when they were talking, someone mentioned you."
"I did have a little bit of anger when I heard about it, but it's not about how you used to be, it's because of..."
He paused, ignoring the anger and doubts he felt towards Mu Qing after hearing this, and sighed slightly: "Because I'm jealous."
"Jealous that someone was involved in your past life, jealous that they got your smiles, hugs and kisses when I didn't know it, but at that time, I didn't even see your face."
"Last night I made countless assumptions, assuming that I came to Chaohai early, or earlier, and knew you when you were still wearing your school uniform. In this case, not to mention the later ones, maybe your school uniform is wearing it. I also took the picture of playing the piano—"
"Wait," Mu Qing interrupted, "Which photo?"
Yu Yifeng: …
He suddenly remembered that the fact that he flipped through the photos in the human room that day did not seem to be an above-mentioned act.
Mu Qing looked at Yu Yifeng's suddenly guilty expression, frowned slightly and looked at him in disbelief: "Did you peek at my album?"
Yu Yifeng coughed lightly: "When I came to your house for the first time, I did see the album you hid behind the poetry collection. But this photo was not in the album, I accidentally saw it under the cabinet. "
He took out his mobile phone and called up the photo in the album to show Mu Qing: "This is the one."
Mu Qing looked at the photos on his mobile phone and glanced at Yu Yifeng lightly: "You still took pictures."
"It's my first time here, so I've got to keep some souvenirs!" Yu Yifeng said unreasonably, and then changed the subject hastily, "Anyway, I was just jealous of that person and cared too much about you, so I didn't figure out what I was thinking for a while, so I didn't come to pick you up in time tonight, and I just did so much, I... I'm sorry."
Mu Qing looked at his lowered eyebrows and suddenly asked, "How did your hand get hurt?"
Yu Yifeng didn't want Mu Qing to know that his emotions were out of control, so he reached out and hugged him, buried his head on the side of his neck and took a light bite: "This is a real accident, when I came out, there was a railing on the side of the road that fell down. I didn't see it clearly, I fell down with one foot, and the back of my hand was scratched on the edge of the step."
Mu Qing put his chin lightly on his shoulder and said in a gentle tone, "So that's the case, then you have to be more careful next time."
"Um."
The warm atmosphere spreads quietly in the room, as if the absurdity in the car just now had not happened.
Yu Yifeng kissed for a while, but soon felt not satisfied enough, with a little force on his hand, he pushed Mu Qing down on the sofa: "Is it okay?"
Looking at his eager eyes, Mu Qing suddenly smiled: "If I said no, would you not do it?"
Yu Yifeng had been on the verge of moving from the moment he was helping him in the car, but now, seeing him obediently lying under him, how could he be willing to give up.
He lowered his head and dropped a small kiss on Mu Qing's shoulder and neck, and hummed softly, "You won't say no, right?"
Mu Qing was silent for a moment, then put his hand around Yu Yifeng's back: "Well, I won't."
After everything was over, it was all silent outside the window.
Yu Yifeng hugged Mu Qingzheng contentedly and was about to fall asleep, but the man in his arms suddenly pushed his arm gently: "I'll go to the bathroom."
"Do you want me to take you there?" Yu Yifeng said lazily, lying on the bed.
Mu Qing smiled: "No, I'm not a child."
He walked along the living room to the bathroom, but instead of going inside, he stood in front of the washstand for a while.
The mirror on the wall was spotless, clearly showing the ambiguous marks on his shoulders and neck. Mu Qing reached out and touched his collarbone, and suddenly laughed silently.
Talking about business at Canghai Hotel, I overheard others talking about myself, and accidentally broke my hand, just because of jealousy......
He remembered the sweet words Yu Yifeng said in his ear just now when his love was strong, but his smile turned cold again.
Yu Yifeng, you are so articulate, can't you be more careful when making up stories? Why do you have to tell me some flawed lies every time I feel a little soft-hearted?
The white light poured down from above, making Mu Qing's face in the mirror as pale as snow.
What kind of soft-hearted is not soft-hearted, it is more direct to torture each other.