Perhaps noticing Bi Xia’s distraction, Qin Zhan’s phoenix eyes darkened slightly. He suddenly raised his hand and embraced the young man by the waist, letting the young man’s legs wrap around his waist. He turned around and gently placed the young man on the table, lowering his head to softly touch his forehead to the young man’s forehead.
He caressed the young man’s cheek, his voice low and tender, "Do whatever you want to do. I said, Fourth Brother will always be here. If you get tired, just come back, Fourth Brother will help you."
So, don’t be sad, it makes me want to tear those people... to shreds.
Gently raising his eyes to look at Qin Zhan’s serious gaze, Bi Xia suddenly smiled faintly, curling his lips. He gripped the large hand that was caressing his cheek with one hand, tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes a little, and let his soft red lips lightly touch the young man’s strong jaw.
For a moment, Qin Zhan was mesmerized, his phoenix eyes brightening slightly, looking intensely at the young man, "Little Nine..."
Bi Xia smiled at Qin Zhan, "Mark it and leave proof, no regrets allowed. I take it seriously."
Hearing the young man’s words, Qin Zhan paused slightly. His phoenix eyes dimmed, his long arms wrapped around the young man, his chin lightly touching the top of his head, "You are simply..." doing this on purpose!
The frustration in his heart was pressing down but he couldn’t hold back. He tightly gripped the young man’s shoulders, not allowing any resistance, lowered his head, and gently kissed the top of the young man’s head. Just , even if it’s just a moment...
Feeling the young man’s actions, Bi Xia didn’t move, just quietly leaned against Qin Zhan. The more gentle Qin Zhan became, the more worried Bi Xia felt. The initial disregard gradually faded. Bi Xia found that the closer and closer he got to Qin Zhan, the more he felt Qin Zhan’s affection and gentleness towards him, he started to feel uneasy. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on nοvelfire.net
If it’s really like 007 said, if one day, Qin Zhan truly falls for him as a boy, then if he finds out his real gender, will he get furious and then part ways with him?
Having tasted Qin Zhan’s unique gentleness, he couldn’t bear for this gentleness to belong to anyone else. Call her possessive or call her heart malicious, but as for Qin Zhan, she wouldn’t allow even a bit of him to be shared with others.
Gripping tightly onto the young man’s clothes, her starry eyes slightly narrowed. If she suddenly told Qin Zhan she was a girl, it would be too abrupt and hard to accept.
Thinking about what she had told him before, they had agreed to reveal their secrets to each other... Wait, secrets?!
Her starry eyes brightened, and Bi Xia slowly curled her lips. Isn’t the truth always discovered slowly to become beautiful?
Occasionally giving Fourth Brother some hints is not bad, right? It allows observing Fourth Brother’s expressions and gives him time to accept the reality, simply hitting two birds with one stone. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Bi Xiaojiu, how are you so clever?
Thinking about it, Bi Xia touched the pendant around her neck, wondering how long she had to keep wearing it...
"Alright," she pushed Qin Zhan away and nimbly jumped down from the table, "Sentimental time ends here. If I really want to be sentimental, I won’t be able to jump out of it for the rest of my life."
Saying that, she turned around and picked up the ingredients to make curry rice, placing them on the chopping board and cutting them into pieces, "Fourth Brother, help me steam the rice. You should know how to, right?"
Watching the young man’s swift change of emotions, Qin Zhan did not smile. He just looked deeply at the young man, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, the young man came up behind Bi Xia, hugging him from behind, murmuring, "I will wait for you, not as Fourth Brother, but as Qin Zhan, no matter how long it takes."
After saying that, without waiting for the young man to react, he stood up, opened the cupboard, took out the rice, and went to the sink, "Also, Bi Xiaojiu, I can cook. Do you think I wouldn’t know how to steam rice?"
Bi Xia didn’t answer, just stood by the chopping board with her eyes downcast, not knowing what she was thinking. Suddenly, Bi Xia threw down the knife in her hand and turned around, walking towards the young man.