translated_Chapter 89

89: Puppy Learns Commands

89: Puppy Learns Commands

Qiu Ci suddenly understood the level of surprise his sister had when he lost 20,000 on his startup in a month.

“Then…then you’re still planning to?” Participate in the competition? With nothing prepared, how would he participate? By verbally describing his earth-shattering, tear-jerking ideas to the judges with gestures?

“It’s enough time, it’s enough time. I definitely can do it, believe me.” Even if Jing Yueming wasn’t confident before, he had to be confident now. He couldn’t let Qiu Ci think he was useless.

Qiu Ci was curious: “Forget it, it’s your own business. Deal with it yourself.”

“No, you said you wanted to see me on the big stage. You have to watch me,” Jing Yueming seemed to want to cling to him.

“Where do you live? Now.” Qiu Ci stopped a taxi.

Jing Yueming thought for a moment: “I… I have no place to live.”

Qiu Ci seemed to see through his trick: “Then what to do? I have no place to live either.”

Jing Yueming was puzzled: “Eh? Then…then we go?”

“I’m going to a hotel to make do for the night,” Qiu Ci said. “What are you going to do?”

Jing Yueming quickened his pace to catch up with Qiu Ci: “Take me with you. I don’t speak French, Qiu Ci.”

…

Walking to the nearest hotel, Qiu Ci took out his visa and ID. Jing Yueming whispered in Qiu Ci’s ear, “One room, Qiu Ci, just one room. I’m scared to sleep alone.”

Qiu Ci rolled his eyes inwardly, but still asked for a king-size bed.

The hotel was very high-end. There was a bathtub, a hundred-inch TV, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window with a panoramic view of the Paris night.

The indoor temperature was over twenty degrees. Qiu Ci took off his coat and hung it up casually. Turning around, he saw the restrained Jing Yueming and joked, “Long time no see, have you become shy?”

Jing Yueming hadn’t reacted yet: “Huh?”

Qiu Ci looked at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

For a moment, Jing Yueming was in a daze.

“Who was it just now who kept saying they wanted one room?”

Only then did Jing Yueming gradually move from his initial confusion. He took off his coat and then went over to tidy up the already neat bed.

Qiu Ci leaned against the wall. How could he say it? After not seeing each other for several years, the clingy puppy had become sensitive, as sensitive as a stray animal that had just been taken home. It made him feel bad. He had spent those five years alone, writing so many letters without saying anything.

Qiu Ci originally wanted to teach him about parting, but the clever Jing Yueming failed to learn it even after three tries.

“Qiu Ci, do you want to take a shower?” Jing Yueming asked.

“Yes,” Qiu Ci replied.

Jing Yueming’s face flushed unexpectedly: “You go wash, I won’t look.”

Qiu Ci was still wondering, what? Not look? How would he look…? Then he turned around and saw the bathroom separated by glass. Qiu Ci searched for the button on the controller with a dark face. He found the button, pressed it, and the thin, transparent glass turned into frosted glass: “Okay.”

Jing Yueming waited outside for Qiu Ci boredly, even though the frosted glass couldn’t be seen through.

However, he could vaguely see a flesh-colored figure.

Hiss… Qiu Ci is so thin, doesn’t he eat well?

The more Jing Yueming looked, the faster his breathing became. Damn it.

He couldn’t be more stable at twenty-five, he opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it into his stomach.

No, it was so hard to meet, he couldn’t be like the first time they met.

Thinking back to that time, Qiu Ci was drunk and he dragged him home.

At first, Jing Yueming didn’t want to do anything, but… the gun was in his hand.

Even though they had been at zero distance many times, he now felt that Qiu Ci was so far away.

In Qiu Ci’s car, in Jing Yueming’s house, in Qiu Ci’s house.

Night after night in dim light.

And Qiu Ci’s every gasp made him linger.

Qiu Ci came out wearing a bathrobe after washing.

Seeing Jing Yueming still in a daze: “Aren’t you going to wash?”

“Ah? Wash, I’m washing.”

Jing Yueming went in worriedly, wondering if Qiu Ci could also see his shadow.

Never mind, he had been working out for so many years, the results weren’t bad anyway.

Anyway, he couldn’t see anything outside from inside.

Qiu Ci stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while and reported his safety to Su Yuyang and Tsukimi Rin.

What should he do for the rest of the night?

He was impulsive again, just like in the beginning.

He could go back to Su Yuyang’s place.

But he couldn’t control himself from coming to fool around with Jing Yueming.

A few years ago, he could make excuses, like helping Jing Yueming out of Ai La’s shadow.

What about now?

Even if he didn’t stay tonight, would Jing Yueming completely forget him after many years?

No, the puppy would wait for its master in the same place for a hundred years.

The hotel king-size room had everything.

Qiu Ci found what he needed from the drawer.

He had received good sex education since he was a child, no matter what kind.

Recognize your desires, accept them, control them.

Qiu Ci probably knew what he was doing?

Jing Yueming rushed out. He originally wanted to wash inside for a while longer, but he was worried that Qiu Ci would see him.

“Qiu Ci?” Jing Yueming looked at the man leaning on the bed. He seemed to be… a little red.

“What’s wrong?” Qiu Ci raised his head from his phone.

“I want to hug you,” Jing Yueming climbed onto the bed. They had the same shower gel scent on them.

“Okay, hug,” Qiu Ci continued to look at his phone, just like that winter in their apartment.

Jing Yueming also boldly nestled in Qiu Ci’s arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rested his head on his soft abdomen.

Qiu Ci had really lost weight.

“Did you eat poorly in Finland? You’ve lost so much weight.”

Qiu Ci thought, he had indeed lost some weight recently when he measured his weight: “It’s cold there, and I wasn’t used to it before.”

Jing Yueming’s breath gradually became hot. From the beginning, he obediently lay in his arms, and then he stretched out his finger to touch Qiu Ci’s hand that was swiping on the phone.

It was cool to the touch, and the muscles on his hand were a bit hard, like touching a piece of mutton jade.

Or rather, it should be jade, colder and harder.

Like this person’s heart: “Qiu Ci, I’m thinking of you all the time. Do you miss me?” Jing Yueming thought: You can deceive me, Qiu Ci, or you can deceive me.

Qiu Ci paused.

What should he say? He missed him. When he couldn’t sleep, or when he was woken up by the cold, Qiu Ci would think of that not-cold winter.

“Miss, want you.”

Jing Yueming felt the blood in his body was burning, wanting to burn him dry: “Qiu Ci, if you mess around like this, I’m going to misunderstand!” His tone seemed to be blaming, but when he saw Qiu Ci become quiet again, he began to feel uncomfortable again: “Qiu Ci, Qiu Ci…”

He called him softly.

Qiu Ci asked again: “What’s wrong again?”

“Is it the wanting that I’m thinking of?”

Qiu Ci smiled without answering, which made Jing Yueming anxious.

“Qiu Ci, tell me, say it again.”

Qiu Ci squinted his eyes, filled with pampering: “I want?”

“Want what, want what? You say, you say,” Jing Yueming questioned to the end.

“You say it quickly!” His hand was already dangerously placed on Qiu Ci’s bathrobe belt, but Qiu Ci became quiet again.

It was like training a dog with commands, but unfortunately, this student had poor obedience: “If you don’t say it, I’ll take it as default.”