The sickly beautiful woman is crazy [Entertainment]

Chapter 17

Unexpectedly, Xu Jue immediately sat up straight: "Why are you?"

Qi Yanjing was still standing not far from the end of his bed, "Who else is it?"

Xu Jue blinked: "Zhang Chang went out to pick up something."

Qi Yanjing nodded, looked into Xu Jue's eyes, and tried hard not to move her gaze down.

"Xu Jue," he suddenly asked, "Can you turn on the light?"

The room was very dim, and Xu Jue didn't like too much light when he was alone, so he only turned on a small lamp by the bed.

"Of course," Xu Jue said, pointing to the heat pack on his lap, "but you have to do it yourself."

Qi Yanjing nodded, strode towards the door and pressed the switch.

Cold white light suddenly filled the room. Xu Jue stayed in the dark for a long time and couldn't bear such strong light, so he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

When Qi Yanjing came again, what she saw was Xu Jue raised his hand to cover his eyes, his right leg was bent, and even his toes were curled up, like a stressed animal.

Under the strong light, not only his knees, but Xu Jue's knuckles covering his eyes were also pink.Directly shattered the conclusion made by Qi Yanjing tens of seconds ago that the light caused visual deviation.

Xu Jue is a fan.

This fact completely broke Qi Yanjing's perception of the male body for a long time.

He stood there stiffly for a few seconds, then turned off the light without saying a word.

Xu Jue finally got used to the brightness, but suddenly it went dark again.

Xu Jue: "..."

"Are you here to play with the lights?"

"Sorry." Qi Yanjing didn't seem to be apologetic at all, and sat down on the chair next to Xu Jue's bed: "It's really a bit too bright when it's on."

He handed the bag in his hand to Xu Jue: "It's for you."

Xu Jue took it over and saw that it turned out to be a bag full of candied haws, with seven or eight sticks.

He thought about this taste all afternoon, and he was overjoyed. He looked up at Qi Yanjing, his eyes sparkling: "Why buy this?"

"You've been staring at it all afternoon, don't you want to eat?" Qi Yanjing said very naturally.

"I want to eat, but..." Xu Jue hesitated and didn't know how to express it: "Shouldn't you be more arrogant? For example, pretend to buy too much and then give it to me?"

Qi Yanjing frowned, very puzzled: "Why do you do this? No one around me likes to eat snacks, only your age likes to eat them, and I bought them specially for you."

Xu Jue paused when he unpacked the package, and then he figured out the smell.

He was really influenced by Zhang Chang.

Most people give things to someone they like, and they will pretend to be arrogant and cover up because of shyness.Obviously Qi Yanjing didn't mean that to him, so of course he could say it openly.

Xu Jue shook his head, gave up his messy thoughts, and looked at Qi Yanjing with his mouth pursed: "How old am I?"

Qi Yanjing looked straight into his eyes: "Very small."

Xu Jue: "..."

Xu Jue didn't care about him, after all, compared with this kind of 30-year-old man, he was indeed like a flower and a jade.

He took a bite of candied haws, and the sour taste of the hawthorn hit his mouth directly, causing his entire face to wrinkle: "It's so sour..."

Qi Yanjing looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Xu Jue rolled his eyes and smiled at him again, "But it's delicious. Although the hawthorn is very sour, the sugar outside is very sweet."

Qi Yanjing's eyes softened, and the corners of her lips curled up very shallowly. Xu Jue held the candied haws and said it was delicious, really like a child.

Qi Yanjing didn't speak any more, picked up the script that Xu Jue had placed by the bedside and casually flipped through it.

Xu Jue eats as slowly as he walks. He bites very little in each bite. It takes a long time to take a bite. When he is so sour, he will wrinkle his face and bear it, but most of the time his eyes are open and he is in a daze, as if eating is very mechanical. thing.

It took Qi Yanjing some self-control to look away from Xu Jue's lips. His lips were very powdery and moist with sugar, a color that is rarely seen.

The temperature of the air conditioner seemed to be too high, and Qi Yanjing started to sweat. He tugged at his collar and asked Xu Jue, "Are you cold?"

Xu Jue was in a daze for a long time, and it took a while to react.

"Yes," he shook his long, shiny legs, "Mr. Qi, if you're hot, you can take off your coat."

"Cough!" Qi Yanjing was dazzled by the large snow-white skin and pink joints, and immediately turned her head.

He got up and took off his suit jacket, arranged it on the back of the chair, and then sat down again, lowering his head and continuing to read the script.

Xu Jue's script is not thick, but every page is carefully annotated, and there are a lot of theoretical analysis.

Qi Yanjing looked at it hard for a while, but it was still hot, so she unbuttoned two shirt buttons and rolled the sleeves up to her elbows.

"You have changed a lot." He said suddenly.

"Huh?" Xu Jue turned to look at him, but Qi Yanjing's eyes kept falling on the script, not looking at him at all.

"I won't mention your personality, after all, I don't understand you very well." Qi Yanjing said, "But in terms of acting, you are like two people before."

Xu Jue slowly let go of the candied haws.

"It's no exaggeration to say that you used to know how to act at all. But recently, you suddenly know how to act. Not only do you know how to act, but you are also very good at it."

Qi Yanjing's tone didn't fluctuate: "We always think that your technique is very academic, and there is no basic skill that cannot be mastered for more than ten years—"

"But you have never studied it systematically. They are all curious, where does this change come from?"

Xu Jue licked his lips, and could still taste the sweetness of candied haws.

He asked Qi Yanjing: "What about you?"

Qi Yanjing watched him without speaking.

Xu Jue lowered his eyes, and asked again: "Then are you more curious about this, or about my mole?"

"……what?"

Xu Jue's topic turned like the [-]th bend of the mountain road, Qi Yanjing didn't expect it at all.

But he had to admit that the moment Xu Jue asked this sentence, those two little dots that made him dreamy appeared in front of his eyes.

The answer is self-evident.

Xu Jue smiled, and leaned over to take off the hot compress bag. The hideous scar on his left leg could be seen at a glance. Because of the hot compress, the skin there was pinker than the surrounding area.

"I think they are black, but Zhang Chang said they are red. Mr. Qi, help me find out what color they are?"

He turned his legs and sat with his back facing Qi Yanjing, with his head slightly lowered, revealing the beautiful back of his neck, in a very obedient sitting posture.

Qi Yanjing pinched the title page of the script tightly with her fingers, and panicked for half a second at Xu Jue's sudden request.

But Xu Jue's snow-white and slender neck is fatally attractive to any adult man.

Qi Yanjing stood up without hesitation.

When the tall figure pressed over, a strong sense of oppression suddenly rose around Xu Jue.

He could feel Qi Yanjing bending down to look at the back of his neck, so close that he could even breathe warmly.

"It's dark red."

Qi Yanjing's voice sounded behind him, no emotion could be heard, but it was lower than usual.

"Very deep red, if you don't look carefully, it really looks like black."

"Really?" Xu Jue couldn't stand the pressure.

He flinched without a trace, trying to escape, but suddenly felt a hot touch from the back of his neck.

Qi Yanjing held his neck with her hands.

His body temperature was very high, and his slightly rough fingertips even stroked those two small moles.

Xu Jue shuddered instantly.

He closed his eyes and couldn't move, and began to regret changing the subject in this way.