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Chapter 55

Yan Liang is slowly putting on her apron.

There are ready-made side dishes on the table. The water in the pot has just boiled, and it is steaming "gurgling". He skillfully puts the vegetables in and blanch them until cooked, takes them out and puts them on the bottom of the bowl, and adjusts them to medium Cook the meat slices wrapped in flour paste.

After cooking for about 5 minutes, the white meat slices floated up slightly, and Yan Liang took them out to drain. He poured out the previous water, reheated the oil, added a spoonful of bean paste, a handful of green pepper...

The soul of the boiled pork slices is the last splash of oil. With the sound of "呲啦", the boiling oil stimulates the aroma of the seasoning. Even the buzzing range hood can't offset the rich aroma. Chi swallowed his saliva, turned his head and reminded as if remembering something, "You can't eat this now."

"I know." Yan Liang responded softly, brought the freshly prepared dishes to the table, and turned off the heat of another milk pot on the stove, which contained porridge that had been boiled for more than an hour.

When Qin Yuan entered the door, he immediately smelled the aroma of pepper in the air, and his hunger was instantly aroused.

When he came to the living room, Xue Chi who heard the door opening had already consciously ran upstairs to the guest room. Yan Liang was the only one in the huge living room. He was still wearing the previous apron, sitting on the sofa with a bowl of porridge, I drank in small sips.

An old movie was playing on the TV. It was "Hongxue Sword" that they had watched together. The swordsman caught in hatred cut the enemy's throat with his long sword, and splashed blood fell on his slightly dazed face.

It was hollow and insensible, like a doomed man, on the verge of suffocating on his horse, whose ropes have been cut.

"Are you back?" Yan Liang turned his head at this time, his face was still a little sickly pale, his hair was longer than before, now tied into a small braid with a rubber band, hanging around his neck.

Qin Yuan's eyes fell on the lips that had been moistened by the porridge, as if he was haunted by something, and even his breathing became a little short.

"I made boiled pork slices." Yan Liang put down the empty porridge bowl and stood up slowly. After these days of recuperation, his body is fine, but he still has a low-grade fever and his eyes are a little hazy .

Yan Liang rubbed his red eyes and smiled: "Dr. Xue didn't let me get out of bed. I was bored, so I just lay on the bed and read recipes... This is the first time I have tried Sichuan cuisine. Try it." Taste, if there is anything that needs to be improved, please let me know."

The young man's voice was very soft, like a gust of spring wind blowing towards his face, it smoothed the young master's bristled hair all at once, and even the anger that came when he came was blown away by the other party in one breath.

He walked to the dining table in a daze, looked at the other person's slender back when he was serving the meal, for a moment he even forgot the unhappiness that happened the day before yesterday, as if they were still the same as before.

But in the next second, when the spicy taste spreads in the mouth, the pepper rolls with the slight numbness of the peppercorns, stimulating the tip of the tongue with a slight burning sensation.Qin Yuan hissed, and suddenly remembered that he basically doesn't eat spicy food.

So the delicious red dish in front of him became the deadliest poison. He got up angrily and overturned the table. The pots and pans fell to the ground with a clatter, and the soup and water were scattered all over the floor.

And Yan Liang took a step back just right, avoiding the splash of oil, he looked down at the dishes that he worked hard all night into a pile of garbage that was difficult to clean up, and the spilled red oil condensed on the surface of the carpet, like Freshly poured blood.

In the ears, there was Qin Yuan's hoarse growl, each word paused, with a hissing smell: "I, no, yes, him."

Yan Liang let out a "huh", and slowly bent down to pick up the broken porcelain, "I know, you are Qin Yuan."

Speaking of this, he raised his head and smiled, the hair that fell down covered most of his face, only his sharp chin was exposed.

"I remember the "lesson" of the young master before, you don't have to repeat it all the time."

What's more... Ning Xi doesn't like spicy food either.

Thinking so in Yan Liang's heart, his finger inadvertently cut a line, the blood that flowed out was stained with red oil, and the pain hit him densely, he took a breath, and before he could react, he was pinched by Qin Yuan wrist.

"Where's Xue Chi? Get out!" roared the young master, and angrily dragged Yan Liang to the living room. The poor doctor Xue was upstairs trying to pretend to be a transparent person. He was so frightened by the howling voice that he rolled and crawled He ran downstairs, saw the wound on Yan Liang's hand, and was furious.

He even felt that if he arrived a little later, the bleeding would have stopped.

But complaints are nothing but complaints, there is always a price to be paid for working under the fence, Xue Chi accompanied the smiling face, diligently washed the "injured patients" first, then disinfected them, carefully wrapped a band-aid... and continued Go back upstairs and save space for the two psychos.

Because of the emotional ups and downs, Qin Yuan's mouth is extremely parched at the moment, and he is still a little dizzy, but he wants to save face, so he wants to look down at Yan Liang, but the latter gently hooks his fingers and pulls him .

"If you don't eat spicy food, let's get something else?" Yan Liang slightly curled his index finger wrapped around the Band-Aid, rubbing against the other's knuckles vaguely: "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

His words were like coaxing a child, his tone was clearly soft, but he didn't mean to show weakness, but Qin Yuan seemed to be grasping his weakness.He stared at the other person's eyes, looking at the gentleness that was about to overflow from the light-colored pupils, and suddenly felt a kind of sadness that he didn't know what to do... because he couldn't even be sure whether the person the other person was looking at was himself or not. .

If you can't see anything...

"Young Master Qin." At this moment, Yan Liang called him softly.

Just these two words, like a splash of cold water from the sky, made Qin Yuan break free from some kind of crazy emotion.He took a sharp breath, stretched out his hand to lift Yan Liang's chin, and commanded in a hoarse voice: "...kiss me."

Yan Liang blinked, stood up slowly, raised her hand little by little, and put her arms around the other's neck.

His movements were very light, even the kiss was light and fluffy, like a feather that had just fallen off his lips, with a bit of warm body temperature.

But Qin Yuan felt that he was about to suffocate, and even the arm hanging on his shoulder was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, but in the next second, it turned into a soft and lingering kiss.

So he didn't think about it anymore, he was willing to hold down the back of the opponent's head, the tip of his tongue hurriedly pried open the defenseless lips and teeth, eagerly sucking the body fluid in the opponent's mouth, like a traveler who has been hungry for too long, finally met a pool Rain.

——Even if this is just an overly real mirage, he is willing to indulge in this moment.

Rich experience in bed is not directly related to the quality of technology.

Maybe it's because Qin Yuan seldom kisses someone seriously, most of the time, he doesn't even bother to kiss, so at this time, his kisses become messy and hasty, his fangs bite his lips, and the smell of blood spreads, And swallowed whole.Yan Liang felt the wound being sucked, and the fiery breath ignited the air nearby. He responded to the other party's feelings that seemed to burn everything, while stroking the man's tight back, breaking the other party's line of defense little by little. .

Sometimes Yan Liang feels like he is raising a bad-tempered and irritable beast, and it is inevitable to be bitten from time to time. He has been able to bandage the wound and take the initiative to give another intact arm...

Because only in this way can he keep himself from being swallowed whole.

After the kiss was closed, both of them were a little out of breath, Yan Liang was even slightly dizzy due to lack of oxygen, a large blush appeared on his pale face, he rubbed his eyes, staggered to a steady stand, and raised his hand again , to scrape off the water stains on the corners of the other party's lips.

Qin Yuan's mind was still a little messy, and he lost his thinking for a moment. He watched helplessly as the other party wiped his fingers with a paper towel, turned around and poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to himself.

"Young Master Qin, is there anything else you want to order?" Yan Liang yawned while talking: "If there is nothing else, I want to sleep..."

Qin Yuan replied reflexively: "Yes."

——But in fact, it didn't seem to be the case. As a result of not seeing each other for a long time, the gap between the two has deepened. His understanding of Yan Liang is limited to those densely packed materials, not face-to-face communication.

But Qin Yuan was eager to find something to talk about, so he was silent for a while, and then said as if looking for something to say: "...Tell me about yourself."

In the end, he scratched his hair irritably, looked at Yan Liang's eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and deliberately raised his tone: "Don't lie to me, or...you will know the consequences."

The author says:

I've been so busy these two days, I have a holiday on the weekend, so I will add more! OTZ