When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead: When the indifferent leader of the leader was bent (16)

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A soft and cold touch spreads across the lips, and Qi Yan's watery eyes are confused to reflect Xi Zhao's handsome face.

Twisting gently, Xi Zhao fixed Qi Yan's back of the head, kissing and pecking lightly, without any lack of affection.

——Why were they kissed? It was obviously two men, right?

With tears in his eyes, Qi Yan pushed Xi Zhao away with trembling hands.

"Why kiss me..." Qi Yan's eyes were full of loneliness: "Aren't you all men?"

Xizhao lowered his eyes, looked at Qi Yan's extremely lost look with the soft light of the moonlight, and said lightly: "So what."

"How can men and men be accepted by the world..." Qi Yan continued to complain: "My brother said, let me give up..."

"Give up what?"

"..." Let me give up my feelings for you, let me not like you, worry about you...

Qi Yan raised his eyes, looked at Xi Zhao's indifferent expression, opened his mouth, and finally did not say what he wanted to say.

——Maybe he doesn't care. Since I don't care, what's the point of telling it by myself... In fact, I am the only one who is troubled.

"Don't treat me like this." Qi Yan lifted the quilt, making a move: "This will only trouble me more and more."

Xizhao's gaze remained indifferent, looking at Qi Yan's sad and lonely look, sighed and stretched out his hand, pressing him back on the bed.

"You are drunk, I shall assume that I have never heard of it today."

Hid the quilt for him, Xi Zhao turned around, and the maid brought the sober soup. Xi Zhao took the soup bowl and spoon, scooped a spoon lightly, blew it, and fed it to Qi Yan's mouth: "After drinking the sober soup, my head no longer hurts."

Qi Yan opened his mouth blankly and drank the hangover soup.

Qi Yan couldn't taste the taste of this sober soup. His whole heart fell on such gentle Xi Zhao, unable to extricate himself.

Even in dreams and illusions, let him be immersed in this moment forever and be unable to wake up.

"Are you real..." Qi Yan asked suddenly, with a hint of hoarseness: "Can I touch you?"

Xizhao knew that he was drunk and didn't know what was thinking in his mind... But such a request made him unable to refuse, and he was even more distressed.

Holding his hand outside the quilt, Xi Zhao sighed softly: "Do you feel it?"

The next second, tears from the corners of Qi Yan's eyes slid down his cheeks: "It's true..."

"Why are you crying?" Xi Zhao stretched out his hand to wipe his tears: "If I am here, can I be fake?"

Qi Yan held his other hand tightly without letting go. Xi Zhao was helpless and stayed with him like this until he slowly fell asleep, breathing evenly and undulating, as clean as a child.

Xizhao looked at his cheek, a trace of complexity and entanglement flashed in his eyes. For the first time, I was confused as to whether or not to be an enemy of the Demon Cult.

The **** vengeance has not yet been reported. How can he be worthy of his parents under Jiuquan? The former leader was cold-blooded and ruthless, killing people like numbness, and bloodbathed his Xijia family for the lost secret book! How can we not report such a big grudge?

Retracting the hand held by Qi Yan, Xi Zhao sighed, pinched his eyebrows, his forehead swelled.

In the morning of the second day, Qi Yan opened his eyes dizzy, with a terrible headache, and sat up with a frown. Qi Yan looked at this familiar and unfamiliar place, feeling a little at a loss.

After a while, when Qi Yan could see where this was, Xi Zhao had already pushed in.

"Wake up?" Qi Yan quickly looked over with a cold voice.

His eyes fell on Xi Zhao, Qi Yan pursed his lips: "Well... why am I here?"

"You were drunk last night." Xi Zhao swung his sleeves and sat on the wooden chair: "wash up quickly and come over for breakfast."

When the words were over, a row of maidservants walked in outside the door, with breakfast in their hands, neatly placed them on the table, and then silently stepped back.

The maids of the Wulin League seem to be like this, unwilling to speak, just doing things silently. Because of the silence, Qi Yan mistakenly believed that there was no maidservant in this martial arts league several times.

Wearing clothes and washing, Qi Yan sat next to Xi Zhao, facing the table full of food, but did not move.

He used to sit in this position too, and it doesn't seem to have changed.

Xizhao picked up the chopsticks and added a piece of almond cake to his plate.

Qi Yan looked at the delicious almond cake without any appetite.

"Why don't you eat?" Xi Zhao's cold voice sounded.

Qi Yan pursed his lips: "Last night, thank you.

Xizhao put down his chopsticks and looked at him, as if waiting for words below him.

Slightly meeting his gaze, Qi Yan quickly looked away: "It must have caused you a lot of trouble."

"It added a lot of trouble."

Qi Yan's face flushed, and his expression embarrassed: "Then, that's nothing else. I was drunk last night and I don't remember anything..."

"Hmm."

"...what are you doing so calmly!"

"What do you want from me?"

Qi Yan exclaimed, seeming to be hiding his embarrassment; "What have I done, how is your favor?"

Xizhao picked up the chopsticks again, and ate: "Whatever."

Qi Yan lowered his head, picked up his chopsticks, and used breakfast.

The daylight is not bright, and the white clouds bring out a softness. There is a blue sky, even if you are standing under the sun, you will not feel dazzling and flustered.

After having breakfast, Qi Yan thought about finding a reason to leave...After all, although he sulked and went to drink last night, what happened after being drunk was really unimpressed!

Looking at Xi Zhao's calm appearance, Qi Yan was sure of what he did to make people laugh!

Rather than staying here in embarrassment, it's better to leave first, wait for free, and then it's not too late to express your feelings.

"Do you want to go?"

For Qi Yan's goodbye, Xi Zhao's tone was strange.

Qi Yan was also extremely uncomfortable by this, and said: "I want to leave, isn't it normal?"

"Well, it's normal." Xi Zhao nodded, picked up the pen, and continued to do his own thing.

Qi Yan stood there for a while, making it even more embarrassing.

——So you agree or disagree! What to write, hurry up and see Laozi!

"It looks like you are very busy, I will leave first..."

"Hold on." Xi Zhao suddenly stopped him and took out a good envelope from under the counter: "Hand this to the blood evil spirit."

Qi Yan was taken aback, puzzled: "Did you write a letter to the blood evil?"

"Just leave it to him." Xi Zhao put the letter on the table and didn't mean to continue.

Qi Yan was silent for a while, picked up the envelope, and left the study.

——The leader of the martial arts wrote a letter to the leader of the demon cult, and asked the protector of the demon cult to take it back to the leader of the demon...Is the world so peaceful and happy now?

On the way to Muslims, Qi Yan thought silently.

However, since Xi Zhao requested it, he will help.