GBT Chapter 119

The young man strode away, his figure slender and tall, the ends of his hair softly adhering to the back of his neck, not once looking back.

In Qi Yi Liao’s pupils was the spark between his fingers, flickering and dimming, scattering with the wind.

He took a long step, then paused. Qi Yi Liao looked up at the sky.

It was going to rain.

The wind picked up, making it unbearably stifling.

Qi Yi Liao glanced at the familiar yet unfamiliar front yard. He remembered that it was once full of precious flowers and plants, some of which were planted by his mother when she was alive. Many years had passed, and now the yard was filled with common plants, still in their growing stage.

It was said that the mess was caused by a brawl with an old friend and was saved by the person who had just left.

But he only had blank memories.

Even with the missing pieces filled in, they were just verbal descriptions, without any visuals.

A layer of weariness settled on Qi Yi Liao’s face. He rubbed his throbbing temples and instructed Qi Da to pack up the kid’s belongings.

But then, he went over himself.

The bedroom was on the first floor, with a separate small courtyard.

Qi Yi Liao walked in, and his eyes were met with a double bed, exquisite bedside lamps, but no desks or bookshelves. He walked further inside, with no recollection, turned a corner, and saw a spacious and bright walk-in closet filled with clothes for all seasons. All in the style of his specialized design team.

“Master Qi, we are going to get some summer clothes for Bai Shao.” Qi Da greeted him respectfully as he came in.

Qi Yi Liao watched as the t-shirts in the closet were taken down, leaving empty spaces, and an inexplicable surge of anger rose in his heart, reaching his brows: “Was everything in this bedroom his request, or…?”

“Part of it was that Master Qi wanted us to prepare for Bai Shao.” Qi Da replied immediately, “The other part was…”

Bearing the immense pressure, his burly frame broke out in a cold sweat, “Was personally arranged by Master Qi.”

Silence fell.

In Qi Yi Liao’s memory, a storm suddenly rose, overturning everything he had pieced together since waking up, making the memory even more chaotic.

The four years of memories that others had filled in for him were, for him, like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit—not eating a little bit at a time, savoring, chewing, and swallowing, but swallowing the whole thing in one gulp, unable to taste anything.

Zhu Bajie was the one who actively ate the ginseng fruit, but he was being stuffed with it. The memory gap was filled, but only literally, superficially and rigidly, without color, all gray and white, unable to conjure up an image.

Qi Yi Liao couldn’t describe how he felt. He couldn’t believe that he could do something like this for someone in his life.

For that young man, he broke the gentleman’s shackles that his mother had placed on him, fought and opposed old friends he had made for many years, allied with the other’s son, pulled him down, personally retaliated, and even targeted another old friend…

Now, the situation had changed too much.

Apart from the Qi family, all the other major families had undergone a major reshuffle.

The root of that change was the owner of this bedroom.

Qi Yi Liao sat on the recliner in the small courtyard, with the sound of wind and the rustling of grass and trees in his ears. Heaven and earth embraced him, but something was vaguely missing.

There should be someone reciting scriptures beside him.

Qi Yi Liao’s gray shirt hung loosely. He had given away his mother’s relics.

What he had given away was all his property, countless privileges, and a… an emotion that he found particularly difficult to chew on.

Qi Yi Liao laughed bitterly. These absurd things were all facts.

His mother taught him to restrain himself, to self-discipline, to hope that he would live peacefully, to look at the world as an observer, and never to lose control for anyone or anything.

But he had persisted for many years, yet he broke his vows last year, his body collapsed, and he even made a will, arranging a future for a child more than a decade younger than him.

Qi Yi Liao closed his eyes, and the spark of the cigarette surged into his mind, those eyes with their soft corners and exceptionally firm and bright gaze. A sour and complex emotion squeezed in his chest. He loosened his collar with some agitation, leaned back into the recliner, and fell asleep without realizing it.

“One winter day, you were shoveling snow in a gray sweater. Xiao Ling came back from outside, wearing a long down jacket, a woolen hat on his head, gloves on his hands, and a scarf wrapped around his neck several times. He got up from his wheelchair, his shoes stepping on the unfrozen ground. He walked a few steps towards you, you put down the shovel, and walked a dozen steps towards him, reached him, and held him, who was about to fall, in his arms. You carried him into the house, and he buried his head in your shoulder, A Zhen carrying the wheelchair behind you.”

“Xiao Ling planted flower seeds in the front yard. He was sitting in a wheelchair, and the sowing action was not smooth. In the evening, you came back from work early, squatted in front of his wheelchair, picked up a flower seed next to his leather shoes, and put it in his hand. You knelt on one knee, looking up, and there was a large expanse of fire-colored clouds in the sky.”

…

Qi Yi Liao suddenly opened his eyes, grabbing the hand that was about to touch his nose.

The girl let out a startled gasp.

Qi Yi Liao had just woken up, his mind was hazy, and his thinking was slow. He was surprised that he could quickly restrain the person. The touch between his fingertips was as smooth as skin that humans shouldn’t have. His dark gray eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

A patter of rain came down from the sky.

It was raining.

Xiao Ling was so frightened that she huddled in front of the recliner, her soft, small body shrinking into it.

The wind and rain pushed a strand of sweet fragrance towards Qi Yi Liao. The Adam’s apple under his shirt collar bobbed up and down, and he exerted a little force on his hand.

Xiao Ling was brought to kneel beside his feet, shivering, terrified, but still offering her slender neck like a sacrifice.

Qi Yi Liao looked down, expressionlessly staring.

A voice in his subconscious was telling him that this was his trophy, his sanctuary, something that could relax his whole body and make him feel comfortable and at peace.

Fake.

She can make you not uncomfortable.

Fake.

She can ease your pain.

…

The voice kept ringing, unable to find a way to turn it off, making him irritable, his scalp almost burning.

Qi Yi Liao’s gaze swept over the hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes of the person at his feet. Her snow-white appearance reminded him of another person, his mother.

She also had an intersex body, a genetic mutation, but she was forced to become a girl, she had no choice.

“A Liao, come here, look at how your father died, see it clearly, remember it.”

“You have to be a human, not a beast, don’t follow in your father’s footsteps.”

The rain wet Qi Yi Liao’s handsome features. He held the delicate wrist in his palm, slowly approaching like an emperor, his dark eyelashes half-lowered, his nose, dripping with water, gently moving.

A faint smell of medicine wafted past his nose.

It instantly became strong.

Lingering, as if his nose was pressed against a piece of skin, deeply inhaling, hungry and fiercely, his lungs filled with that scent.

As the sweetness stuck to him, Qi Yi Liao pushed her away violently, losing his composure. He got up in a hurry, his tall figure swaying as he looked to the side, as if he wanted to explain something to someone, but that thought quickly disappeared.

Thump—

Thump thump—

His heart beat violently, the rhythm extremely irregular.

Qi Yi Liao felt the feeling of a near-death heart palpitations, his face pale and alternating, his lips tightly pursed and trembling. He abandoned his lifelong cultivation and cursed in a low voice.

“Damn it.”

When Zhang Zhen arrived, the rain had already shrouded the entire castle.

On the fifth floor, Qi Yi Liao was flipping through files in the study next to his bedroom, his hands still wet. He heard the report from the servants and walked out of the study, annoyed, questioning Zhang Zhen, who was sitting in the living room, “Didn’t we talk on the phone? Why did you leave the hospital?”

Zhang Zhen was somewhat dazed. His Third Brother had finally survived the ordeal and regained his life, but he had lost his memory and was being misled by the long-planned Qi Yuan Zhang, causing him heartache and anger. Aunt Liu committed suicide… all these things happened on this day.

“I’m asking you something.” Qi Yi Liao patted Zhang Zhen’s back.

Zhang Zhen took a breath: “Third Brother, have you dealt with the matter of Aunt Liu and Qi Yuan Zhang colluding?”

Qi Yi Liao’s eyes darkened: “The person is dead, the body has been cremated.” He hadn’t confronted his sister yet; she would come to show off to him.

Zhang Zhen covered his face, rubbed it a few times, for nothing with Aunt Liu. One of these two was the younger brother he had lost and found again, and the other was an elder who was very kind to him and with whom he had spent many years.

Aunt Liu didn’t like Bai Bai. She cooperated with Qi Yuan Zhang, hoping that Third Brother could marry Xiao Ling, live on, and continue the Qi family line.

This was her wish as a loyal old servant; she would commit suicide after achieving her goal and go to the underworld to meet the ancestors of the Qi family.

From Zhang Zhen’s perspective, what Aunt Liu did hurt Third Brother, Jiao Bai, and him.

“Third Brother, Bai Bai would never take your indulgence for granted, make things difficult for Aunt Liu, trip her up, or even sow discord between you.” Zhang Zhen’s expression was solemn, “If you don’t believe me, you can ask everyone in Lan Mo Fu. The surveillance can also testify.”

Qi Yi Liao sat on the sofa next to him: “Everything is gone, and it’s being repaired.”

Zhang Zhen: “…”

“You drove Bai Bai away.” He said.

Qi Yi Liao leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, not correcting his wording.

“When are you going to communicate with Bai Bai?” Zhang Zhen pressed, not in the tone of a subordinate, but as a member of Jiao Bai’s family.

“I need to familiarize myself with the company’s accounts and development over the past four years, as well as the situation in the business world.” Qi Yi Liao’s voice was calm, “Wait a few days.” He couldn’t calm down when that kid was around.

Zhang Zhen said, “Aren’t you afraid he’ll run away with someone?”

Qi Yi Liao smiled dismissively, “Can he run away with someone in a few days?”

“You never know, there are quite a few people who like him.” Zhang Zhen said lightly, “When he goes to college, there will be even more people who have a good impression of him.”

Qi Yi Liao stopped smiling.

The atmosphere was very strange. Zhang Zhen swiped his phone. The news about Third Brother’s amnesia hadn’t been leaked yet.

“Give me his phone number.” A voice suddenly sounded beside him, with no discernible emotion.

Zhang Zhen gave it to him. He chatted for a while and was about to leave.

“Third Brother, don’t touch that Xiao Ling.” Zhang Zhen leaned on his crutches and walked to the door of the living room, turning back and saying, “If you touch her, you and Bai Bai are finished.”

Qi Yi Liao’s gaze fell on the phone screen. He was changing the screen saver, but he wasn’t satisfied no matter what he changed it to, so he impatiently spat out two words: “Nosy.”

“I’m nosy?” Zhang Zhen burst into flames, rarely childishly retorting, “Bai Bai is my brother. If he didn’t like you, I wouldn’t want him to be my Third Sister-in-law!”

Qi Yi Liao tilted his handsome face: “Did I sleep with him?”

Zhang Zhen didn’t hear clearly: “What?”

Qi Yi Liao repeated the previous question and modified it: “Did I fuck your brother…”

Zhang Zhen’s crutch flew over rebelliously.

A few months ago, Qi Yi Liao could have easily caught it or dodged it, but now he couldn’t. The coordination of his limbs was unbalanced, and his brain speed was unstable. His nose took a hit.

A sharp pain struck, almost causing a fracture.

Zhang Zhen nervously hopped over on one leg: “Third Brother, are you okay?”

Qi Yi Liao covered his nose, in too much pain to speak.

“It’s over, Bai Bai likes your nose the most,” Zhang Zhen muttered while calling the doctor, “It must not be damaged.”

Qi Yi Liao’s face was dark.

“Third Brother, my leg injury is healing slowly, so I can’t help you for the time being. Call Qi Huai back.” Zhang Zhen said after hanging up the phone, “He hasn’t made any mistakes during the time you were in a coma.”

“I have to go back to my place. Bai Bai is there. I’m afraid he’ll do something stupid.” Zhang Zhen was paranoid and worried.

Qi Yi Liao put one hand over his injured nose and waved the other: “Get out of here.”

Zhang Zhen stared at Third Brother for a long time. Third Brother’s time was different from theirs; it was four years ago, when he was not yet thirty years old.

He could clearly feel that Third Brother four years ago was younger than Third Brother four years later.

Mentally.

Now that he thought about it carefully, Third Brother’s exhausted state, both inside and out, had started three years ago, as if without warning.

Zhang Zhen still didn’t understand what Third Brother had encountered.

The rain lessened, and Zhang Zhen returned to his apartment in Lang Li. Before entering the door, he was still managing his expression, thinking about how to enlighten his brother. Who knew that when he opened the door and went inside, all he heard was the sound of a comedy show. He walked through the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall and turned left, and he saw his brother on the sofa eating melon seeds and watching TV.

Zhang Zhen: “…”

“What are you doing here?” Jiao Bai raised his head, a melon seed between his teeth.

“I was worried about you, so I came back to check on you.” Zhang Zhen leaned on his crutches and walked over, glancing at the pile of snacks on the coffee table and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was good that he could eat.

Jiao Bai cracked open a melon seed: “I’m not a child anymore, what’s there to worry about?”

Zhang Zhen kept looking at him, carefully saying, “Bai Bai, Third Brother is now living a second life, so to speak. He hasn’t fully accepted everything from his previous life yet, so we have to wait.”

Jiao Bai’s face was lit up by the light of the TV screen, making him both vivid and subdued.

“I asked Qi Da. Third Brother’s cleanliness hasn’t changed, so he won’t…” Zhang Zhen was interrupted before he could finish his sentence, and a piece of Wang Wang Snow Cake was stuffed into his mouth. He said while eating, “Don’t think I’m being long-winded. I’m just afraid you’ll be hurt and disappointed.” And then give up.

Jiao Bai took out the remaining snow cakes from the bag and crunched on them. He wasn’t an old-fashioned love brain, so he wouldn’t be devastated, want to die, or be hysterical and in excruciating pain because of it.

Love wasn’t originally in his life plan, but then it came, and he examined its intensity and thought it was quite strong, so he welcomed it. So he welcomed it.

For Jiao Bai, whether his life was brilliant and whether living had meaning couldn’t be determined by love alone. It didn’t exist.

He was just angry, angry at this world’s background.

After coming here, he took a hot bath, ate his fill, listened to the rain, and watched a movie. He felt much better.

Last year at the auction, when the Spirit appeared, Qi Yi Liao showed an abnormality, and at that time, Jiao Bai smelled the dog blood and had expected it.

More than a year had passed, and he had almost forgotten about it, but it still came.

No, it finally came.

As soon as Jiao Bai’s rationality returned, he was glad that this dog blood was splashed down before he completed the task, rather than after completing the task, because once he completed the task, he would be just a… too miserable for Qi Yi Liao. Qi Yi Liao was miserable, he was also miserable, and so was Zhang Zhen. Stop, stop, we’ll find a way then. He chose the glass slag road himself; he would walk it on his knees.

Now, let’s just consider the present.

Before, at the research institute, he wanted to know whether his confidence, plus Qi Yi Liao’s persistence, could survive the dog blood brought by fate. Let’s try it, try everything, for him and for Qi Yi Liao.

Just treat it as a test, a trial.

Jiao Bai looked at the account list, and the white flower on Qi Yi Liao’s profile picture had disappeared.

Living is the foundation.

Qi Yi Liao was already alive; it was up to him now.

Jiao Bai peeled an orange for Zhang Zhen. He had to find a way to contact Shen Er An. Why hadn’t that kid joined the group yet? Could he be a little more efficient? And Yu Ling and Qi Yi Liao, hurry up.

Close to dawn, the research institute’s car drove into Lan Mo Fu.

Qi Yuan Zhang went to the backyard. The unburned paper money was flying everywhere, and a few pieces flew onto her head and body, which she brushed off one by one. Her flat leather shoes stepped on the dense grass and walked towards the fire.

Her younger brother, who was burning paper money, was in his infancy, but infants would slowly grow up, and he would grow up very quickly.

How fast? The growth stage was only seventy-two hours.

He woke up at two o’clock in the afternoon, and it was now eleven-thirty at night, more than nine hours had passed. The closer he was to the end of his growth period, the more stable he would become. This time was more stable than an hour ago, and an hour ago was more stable than two hours ago… in all aspects.

Once his growth period ended, her careful guidance would be useless.

He would still be a devoted lover.

The Qi family men were either heartless or lecherous. What was devotion? Ridiculous.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know she didn’t have much time left, but she was wasting her body and shortening her lifespan for the sake of so-called love. She didn’t even want her life; it was simply pathetic.

The guiding process was clearly going smoothly, but he still hadn’t touched Xiao Ling. The spell that Jiao Bai had cast on him was resisting.

Which place was the spell nailed to, that was so difficult to cover?

Instinct, and true self, who would win?

Those Qi family men she knew, “instinct” had won. The current family head inherited the Qi family’s excellent genes and genetic diseases, so he should make the same choice.

“A Liao.” Qi Yuan Zhang walked over.

Qi Yi Liao was sitting on the ground, dumping a bundle of paper money into the fire. The fire snake was rolling ashes around the gauze-covered bridge of his nose. He backed away a little, “You burn the rest.”

Qi Yuan Zhang’s loose eyelids twitched. She stiffly burned a few pieces of paper, then suddenly raised her head and glared at the photo on the tombstone.

The photo was yellowed and blurred, but she would never forget the person on it, even if he was burned to ashes.

Her father.

A piece of trash in disguise as a nobleman.

“Second Sister, Father is waiting for you.” Qi Yi Liao’s words were mixed in the wind, his tone so gentle that it was chilling, like a ghost messenger from hell.

Qi Yuan Zhang swallowed hard. She took off her glasses and threw them aside, inserting her hands, stained with medicine from the research room, into her short, thick hair: “It was wrong of me to plot against you, but I was doing it for your own good.”

“You and him are the only two lucky people in the entire Qi family. You have both met the antidote given by God,” she poured out the lines she had chewed on, “There were so many of us brothers and sisters. If you hadn’t created the inducement for them to get sick in order to rise to power, they would still be alive, and the Qi family wouldn’t be so deserted.”

Qi Yi Liao stroked the thin calluses on his thumb and index finger. To rise to power? He was just taking the knife from someone else’s hand to defend himself.

“With Xiao Ling, your offspring will be many,” Qi Yuan Zhang pointed to the tombstone illuminated by the fire, sincerely saying, “Maybe you’ll be luckier than him, and you’ll have children and grandchildren, becoming a miracle of the Qi family, bringing glory to your ancestors, how great.”

Qi Yi Liao squatted down: “You hate the person in this grave, why target me?”

“Second Sister,” he took her fingers out of her hair, tidied her messy hair, moved his hand down, grabbed her neck, and sighed helplessly, “You’ve added a big trouble to my already messed-up life.”

Qi Yuan Zhang’s breathing became difficult, her eyelids rolled upwards, and bloodshot eyes grew out of her protruding eyeballs. She had done many experiments on herself, and after many hardships, she gave birth to a child, a healthy child without any trace of the Qi family. However, in the end, she couldn’t get rid of the twisted factor in her genes. If it weren’t for long-term medication that had turned her into a half-medicine person, accidentally suppressing the illness, she would have been buried here.

After the intelligence score was tested, the person nominally called father sent her to the so-called special gene person’s bed, using her for experiments.

Her younger brother was more than a decade younger than her, and the suffering he ate was not of the same nature as what she ate.

She hated it.

The Qi family couldn’t go to extinction. This morbid family must go on.

She didn’t care anymore.

She had lived to middle age, which was enough.

Qi Yuan Zhang gave up struggling, waiting for death to come.

The force on her neck loosened, and she instinctively gasped for air, constantly stuffing oxygen into her lungs.

She still wanted to live.

If she could live, who would want to die?

The paper money in the brazier had burned to ashes. With a gust of wind, it scattered and fell all over the bodies of the brother and sister, whose blood ties had been exhausted.

Tombstones were watching them, indifferent and self-deprecating.

Qi Yi Liao took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers: “The work at the research institute is heavy. You’re getting old and your strength isn’t keeping up. Don’t do it anymore. I’ve chosen a place for you to retire.”

Qi Yuan Zhang’s cough got stuck in her sore throat. She would never be able to return to West City or to her beloved job for the rest of her life.

However, she thought this person would dig a hole and bury her.

“Second Sister, I’ve become easygoing since I took charge of the Qi family. Have you forgotten?” Qi Yi Liao straightened up, looking down at her, gently saying, “Even if I lose my memory, I’m still the same.”

Qi Yuan Zhang remembered the way he rose to power, the speed at which the cemetery added new graves, and felt cold all over.

He was very unstable now, too dangerous.

Just now, he definitely had a moment when he really wanted to break her neck.

It was the word “restraint” that saved her. When she was on the verge of suffocation, she vaguely heard him murmuring those two words, his breath gloomy and rotten.

Even so, Qi Yuan Zhang risked her life to shout out: “Why not obey your instincts?”

Qi Yi Liao’s footsteps didn’t stop, and he crushed the dirty handkerchief under his feet.

“If you obey, you’ll be comfortable. Why resist? Haven’t you forgotten that Jiao Bai? Your persistence is meaningless!” Qi Yuan Zhang’s gasping sounded like a broken bellows. Such a big bait was placed in front of his mouth, and he could eat it just by opening his mouth. Why didn’t he eat it?

Weren’t they father and son? Their appearances were carved from the same mold, and their intelligence tests were also the same score, the most similar father and son recognized by the Qi family.

“A Liao, are you going to let Aunt Liu die in vain?” Qi Yuan Zhang shouted.

The response to her was a gust of wind that sounded like a vengeful ghost wailing.

Qi Yuan Zhang glanced at the tombstone. She convulsively grabbed the brazier and slammed it down with all her strength.

The castle was as bright as day, every corridor, every floor was brightly lit.

Qi Yi Liao walked all the way, controlling his mind, and the word “restraint” overflowed from his lips and teeth.

Qi Da tiptoed over to report: “Master Qi, the surveillance has been repaired.”

“All of it?” Qi Yi Liao’s pace was steady.

“Only from three and a half years ago to the day before yesterday.” Qi Da followed behind him, “There was too much, so we took the liberty of selecting Bai Shao’s part first.”

Seeing that the person in front didn’t react, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

Qi Yi Liao heard that three and a half years ago, the number of surveillance cameras in Lan Mo Fu had increased several times, densely packed like a spider web. His eyebrows moved slightly. He had no impression of that matter, and he couldn’t deduce his motive for encrypting the surveillance. It seemed that there was a piece of extremely secret information in his missing memory that no one around him knew. He had to recover it himself.

At more than two o’clock in the morning, Qi Yi Liao got out of the cold bathtub, his hands, soaked until they were cold and white, reached for the bathrobe and put it on, casually tying the belt together, loosely walking out. After walking a short distance, he habitually put on the bathrobe neatly, putting on the mask of a abstinent gentleman.

Qi Yi Liao picked up the remote control and turned on the multi-functional wall in front of the bed. An entire wall of surveillance was displayed in front of him. He clicked on the first one in the upper left corner in chronological order.

That was when Jiao Bai first entered Lan Mo Fu, as a toy of Shen Ji.

The progress bar of the surveillance was moving.

Qi Yi Liao stared at it, a cigarette in his lips. He saw Jiao Bai, who was full of illness, enter the backyard and be caught by him. He was surprised that he only gave a verbal warning, without other actions.

When he saw Jiao Bai sit on his lap, his eyebrows frowned slightly, seemingly repulsed and uncomfortable. But his thighs were faintly hot, as if there was a peach-shaped little butt pressing on them.

Qi Yi Liao’s throat itched, and his empty, cold palms moved in the air. He sat back a little, his lean body leaning against the head of the bed, the wet bathrobe revealing his tense muscle lines.

In the picture, Jiao Bai was slapped by Shen Ji. Qi Yi Liao’s eyebrows furrowed a little, and his teeth embedded into the cigarette butt, grinding it unconsciously.

When Shen Ji pulled out his belt and swung it at Jiao Bai, Qi Yi Liao suddenly stood up. He watched the belt hit Jiao Bai’s arm, and Jiao Bai screamed in pain and fell on him.

A puff of cigarette ash suddenly fell off, and when it fell on Qi Yi Liao’s instep, it was already cool, but it was heated by his elevated body temperature and the rapidly circulating blood under his skin.

Qi Yi Liao didn’t sit down. His eyebrows rose high, and a rough gasp, as if his reverse scale was pulled, came from the depths of his throat.

“Old Shen…”

Qi Yi Liao’s back molars bit down, and he looked back with a gloomy face.

Behind him was the daily life of Jiao Bai living in Lan Mo Fu. Qi Yi Liao found that he was the one who went up and tried to get in touch with the other party every time.

Qi Yi Liao had asked the people around him during the day what the reason was that he had taken a liking to Jiao Bai, but no one could answer.

Seeing the surveillance here, he still didn’t understand.

Qi Yi Liao flipped back and forth several times through the surveillance before he began to pay more attention to Jiao Bai, and he noticed a watershed.

It seemed to be when Jiao Bai said he was possessed?

He actually believed that superstitious statement? And he wanted to find out?

Seeing himself use his hand to dig out the jujube pit from Jiao Bai’s mouth, sitting by his bed like a madman in the middle of the night, stroking his blue and purple chin… Qi Yi Liao could barely remain calm.

Until the surveillance showed himself secretly kissing his hair, secretly kissing his fingertips, secretly kissing his earlobes, secretly kissing the bite marks on his neck…

Secretly kissing, secretly kissing, secretly kissing, all secretly kissing.

Qi Yi Liao silently turned off the lights, hiding his embarrassing expression in the darkness.