TVMCC Chapter 88
by VolareEighty-Eighth Chapter: New Year’s Makeup?
When Jiang Qiu hugged him from behind, the three kinds of suppressive pheromones mixed together rushed to his nose, turning Yun Yi pale in an instant.
“Don’t touch me!”
Jiang Qiu released his hand and took a step back, sniffing himself to realize what the young master disliked about him.
“Sorry, I’ll go wash.”
After saying that, his gaze fell on Yun Yi’s feet, and he found another pair of socks from the closet for him to wear.
He knelt on one knee, head lowered.
When Yun Yi looked down, he chuckled, “Is that New Year’s makeup on your face?”
Jiang Qiu’s hand paused slightly while putting on the socks, his cheek still aching, but the young master’s words hurt him even more.
“Yes, New Year’s makeup.”
“But, it’s not symmetrical.”
Jiang Qiu helplessly looked up, meeting Yun Yi’s cunning eyes, and understood.
The young master was teasing him.
“Then I’ll have to trouble the young master to help me draw a symmetrical one.”
Yun Yi snorted lightly, “Go take a bath!”
Jiang Qiu used Yun Yi’s shower gel, his favorite peach scent, and after washing, his whole body smelled like the young master.
After washing, he went downstairs again, carrying three packaging bags upstairs.
Inside were the clothes he had bought yesterday, washed, and meant as a New Year’s gift for Yun Yi.
When he went up, Yun Yi was already sitting on the bed, typing on his phone.
Jiang Qiu took a look and saw it was from Uncle Yi Lin, a string of transfer records, but Yun Yi hadn’t accepted any of them.
“It’s New Year’s.”
“Mm.” Yun Yi was indifferent to everything, and his expression was still faint when he saw the new clothes in the bag, but Jiang Qiu didn’t miss the joy that flashed across his face.
A red sweater, with a plush little lion dance head on the chest. Jiang Qiu held it up, smiling, and asked:
“Young master, want to try it on?”
Yun Yi put down his phone, his gaze falling on the sweater and then on Jiang Qiu, a mouthful of small white teeth showing as he smiled, “Is it mine?”
“Yes, it’s yours.”
Yun Yi liked bright colors, a secret preference that Jiang Qiu had never discovered.
In his previous life, the wards he stayed in were all dull white and blue, too pale, so pale that there wasn’t a trace of vitality.
He liked red, large swaths of red.
All the way until he put it on, the smile on Yun Yi’s lips never faded. He even shyly stretched out his arms, asking in a soft, unconfident voice, “Jiang Qiu, does it look good?”
“It looks good.”
The red made his skin look fairer, making that small face bewitching like a demon, a captivating allure between frowns and smiles.
Jiang Qiu took a step closer, pressing his luck, a tide of emotions that Yun Yi couldn’t decipher surging in his dark eyes.
“Xiao Yi, can I have a New Year’s gift?”
At this moment, a firework sounded in the sky outside, lighting up the sky with a “bang.”
Yun Yi nodded at the same time, “You can.”
Jiang Qiu tore open the suppressant patch, leaned forward, and touched Yun Yi’s forehead, “Xiao Yi, give me a little of your pheromones, just a little.”
Yun Yi blinked, racking his brain to remember how to release pheromones, but no matter how he thought, he couldn’t figure it out.
“I don’t know how…”
“I’ll teach you.”
As the words fell, Jiang Qiu kissed Yun Yi’s lips.
He had known for a long time that Yun Yi didn’t know how.
But he also knew that Yun Yi would when he was aroused.
………………
Jiang Qiu didn’t let himself continue, ending it after one time.
Yun Yi was a little sleepy, but didn’t want to sleep, so he nestled in front of Jiang Qiu’s chest, his fingers fiddling with the plush lion dance head on the red sweater.
Up until now, Jiang Qiu still thought that Yun Yi liked this lion dance head.
So much so that he wouldn’t take it off even when he was aroused.
He had fireworks that he had bought in advance in his trunk, bought especially for Yun Yi.
“Young master, has Zhang Ma taken you to set off fireworks before?”
Yun Yi slowly shook his head.
“Want to set them off?”
The omega raised his bright eyes, “Want to!”
Jiang Qiu responded with a smile, “Put on your clothes, I’ll take you.”
He dressed Yun Yi warmly, and when they went downstairs, he found another pair of plush shoes for Yun Yi to wear.
The black car was parked by the roadside, and borrowing the light, Yun Yi saw at a glance the scraped-off patch on the car door.
His fingertip poked Jiang Qiu’s cheek, landing right on the purplish-blue area, “Was there a car accident?”
“No.”
“Did you fight with someone?”
“…No, I fell while walking.”
“Amazing.” Yun Yi smiled, “Fall again now, let me see.”
Jiang Qiu: “…”
He didn’t speak, silently found a chair for Yun Yi to sit on, and then silently went to the trunk to move the fireworks, box after box, placing them on the empty roadside.
He lit a barrel, and then silently returned to Yun Yi’s side.
He looked obviously unhappy, secretly acting out a small tantrum.
Yun Yi pinched Jiang Qiu’s face, “Jiang Qiu, smile.”
Jiang Qiu: “…”
The sky exploded, the firelight illuminating them, and Jiang Qiu couldn’t help but look at Yun Yi.
That beautiful face still had the flush of arousal on it, looking up, his big eyes clear and innocent.
A simplicity that could be seen through at a glance.
But it was precisely this kind of person whose words could make people jump in anger in minutes.
When one barrel was finished, Yun Yi reached out for the lighter, “I want to set them off myself.”
“You can’t run fast.”
Yun Yi frowned and coquettishly said, “Who are you mocking!”
In the end, Jiang Qiu still couldn’t resist Yun Yi, and handed over the only lighter to him, “After lighting it, run quickly, or you’ll get blown up.”
Yun Yi took it, and walked excitedly towards the fireworks.
Jiang Qiu, still worried, followed behind him.
When Yun Yi lit it, Jiang Qiu grabbed Yun Yi’s hand and ran back.
Yun Yi laughed heartily, looking at Jiang Qiu with mocking eyes, “These are fireworks, not firecrackers, why are you running so fast?”
“Jiang Qiu, why are you so stupid!”
Jiang Qiu paused, not letting go of Yun Yi’s hand.
At four o’clock in the morning, the sound of firecrackers outside became even louder.
As time passed, the fireworks were down to the last barrel.
Yun Yi still lit them, and Jiang Qiu was ordered to stand still and not move.
Not far away, a small figure squatted down, stretching out an arm, a gleam of light rising in his hand. The moment it was lit, Yun Yi stood up and ran back.
Jiang Qiu’s phone was frozen on this second.
Yun Yi was smiling so happily in the photo, wearing a red hat and a red scarf, running towards him with an accurate destination.
Jiang Qiu couldn’t help but step forward and hug Yun Yi tightly. Without asking for permission, he sought out those pink lips and kissed them.
On the first day of the new year, amidst the magnificent sky, he and his young master were kissing.
After sending Yun Yi upstairs, Jiang Qiu drove away again, heading directly to the Qin family’s old house.
Tedious New Year greetings, tedious polite hypocrisy.
Jiang Qiu responded silently, but the injury on his face attracted the attention of many people.
On the afternoon of the third day of the new year, Yun Yi received a strange phone call.
His intuition told him it was Qin ZhiCi.
After answering, it was indeed him.
Yun Yi was holding a bowl of milk oatmeal porridge, not in a hurry to answer, and only pressed the green button when the call was about to end.
“Young Master Yun.” The voice on the other side was faint, and there was no anger even though the call was answered so late.
“Mm?”
“Do you have time? I’d like to invite Young Master Yun to taste a cake from Zhai’s.”
Yun Yi smiled, his red lips slightly parted, “Okay.”