Rebirth is evenly matched

Chapter 79 Big Drumstick

While Qin Yin was asleep, Cen Xuan ostentatiously ordered fried chicken. He felt that he was starving and thin in the wilderness, so he had to make up for it when he came back this time.

"Sister Yuanyuan!"

He poked his head out from the back room of the lounge, pointed inside, squinted his eyes treacherously, and smiled brightly: "Qin Yin is asleep! Please get me fried chicken later! I use Qin Yin's mobile phone sure!"

As soon as these words came out, Yuanyuan stroked her forehead, her brows beating anxiously.

Cough...a bit familiar.

Cen Xuan is not a quiet master, usually when he comes back, he will make a mess here, coke potato chips, fried chicken, junk food, there are only things you can't think of, there is nothing he won't eat.

Looking at that fair and handsome face, Yuanyuan suspected that there really was such a thing as genetic victory or defeat in this world.

This way of eating, not only is it not fat, but the skin is also so good?

Yuanyuan looked down at herself, full of doubts.

Of course she didn't know what kind of devil training Cen Xuan did when he was arrested, in order to maintain his figure and metabolize the carbohydrates he ingested from his mouth.

"Ayin?"

While waiting for the chicken to be fried, Cen Xuan noticed that the breath on the bed was getting heavier, and gradually began to struggle.

He made three steps and made two steps sideways, climbed to the side of the bed, bent down to look at the man's handsome fair face, pursed his lips slightly, and kissed his hot forehead.

"Ayin, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Qin Yin was trembling slightly.

Half of his handsome face is hidden in the shadows, with a straight nose, clear and correct facial features, long eyelashes, trembling slightly.

Because he has been really thin recently, from a close look, his cheekbones are raised, and the flesh on his cheeks is slightly sunken, showing a bit of grayness.

Although the whole person is wrapped in the quilt, Qin Yin is still trembling slightly.

It's the palpitations of insecurity.

Cen Xuan lay down on one side, hugged him across the quilt, put his chin on his obviously sharp shoulder bone, and rubbed it lightly a few times.

"A Yin."

"Hey, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Cen Xuan patted the man's back with a brisk tone, with a bit of soft coaxing, and gently kissed the side of his ear, trying to make him relax.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Ah Yin, go to sleep for a while!"

It's only been a long time since he left, and Qin Yin has become so thin. Cen Xuan thought, I'm afraid this time, what happened to the Qin family is not a trivial matter.

It was clear that he wanted to question him, but the moment he saw this person, his heart softened.

Cen Xuan stretched out his hand, and gently tapped Qin Yin's brow bone with his soft index finger, from head to tail, with a thoughtful expression.

Still soft-hearted.

Every time he saw this person getting so sick, Cen Xuan couldn't help thinking of how that person died of illness in his previous life.

But no...you can't be soft-hearted, you can't.

Cen Xuan settled down, quickly pulled his thoughts back, and kept chanting silently in his heart.

If you are soft-hearted, you will definitely fall into the same endless cycle as before, and when there is no one to protect you, you will fall into such a bleak and miserable situation.

Under Cen Xuan's patient reassurance, Qin Yin slowly calmed down. Ten minutes later, his brows were quiet and his breathing calmed down.

But as soon as Cen Xuan got up, he started to struggle again.

Cen Xuan didn't dare to touch him, so he could only try again and again, leaning over from time to time, whispering a few words to him.

But it's all nonsense.

"I dreamed of you when I came back."

"Fall asleep on the plane."

"How did you lose so much weight?"

"Hope you're healthy, dear."

The afternoon sun was abundant, leaking in through the cracks in the window, and sprinkled finely on the man's body, spreading a soft halo.

It coated Qin Yin's whole body with a layer of golden warm light.

Cen Xuan scrutinized him for a long time, but still thought he was pretty.

This face, even in the circle, is a top-notch appearance. It not only carries the coldness hidden in the needle, but also has a casual elegance and dignity, which belongs to the kind that gets better and better the more you look at it.

As a patron, compared to the bald beer-bellied backers behind the others, his backer is really... pretty and stands out from the crowd.

Moreover, before him, Qin Yin had never raised anyone, nor had he done anything demeaning in this field.

Cen Xuan was the first and also the first person.

He sighed, kissed the corner of the man's brow again, his lips fell, and stopped near the corner of his lips, kissing and kissing again.

This time, it was sincere.

Cen Xuan thought, he must like this person, otherwise, just for the sake of a safe future, he would never commit himself to others like this.

But how much of this love remains compared to when they first met, this is really unknown.

After all, out of love, another problem before him is fate.

Whether he wants to live or not.

If she has always been safe and secure under shelter like this, how is it possible...to really stand firm alone?

With different positions, he actually had no choice.

A person is qualified to talk about feelings only if he is alive and has a shelter, food and clothing.

Of course, relying on Cen Xuan's current situation, it is very obvious that he is not qualified.

The time passed by the clock every minute and every second.

Qin Yin was awakened by a burst of tangy fragrance. His eyelids were heavy, and he was still sleepy, but the smell of meat came one after another, relentlessly piercing into the tip of his nose.

hiss……

He slept well this time, and his heart was at peace. When he opened his eyes a little, he felt that his body was a little tired, and he was always reluctant to wake up.

Rarely can I sleep so peacefully.

"Crack-knock-"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Tsk tsk..."

The subtle sound of the paper bag being flipped, together with the satisfying movement of chewing delicious food, was particularly obvious in the silent room.

Qin Yin was still in a daze, his thoughts were not clear, and he felt strange in a trance, where did the mouse come from?What...it seems to have been turned over?

Or into the thieves?

"delicious!"

The familiar chirping sound came out in an instant, and Qin Yin became more awake. He opened his eyes, turned his head sideways, and saw the "big mouse" on the small coffee table not far away, eating hard.

It's just—

It's a big head.

At this moment, the veins on Qin Yin's forehead jumped up and down without stopping.

"Cen! Xuan!"

When he opened his mouth, he felt his throat was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound.

"Hahahahaha."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahhhhh-"

"Cen! Xuan!"

The man gritted his teeth and raised his hand to his forehead.

"Hey?"

The little guy pulled his head out of the pile of fried chicken beside the coffee table, looked around, and found that Qin Yin was awake.

"oops!"

Cen Xuan laughed immediately, with crooked eyebrows, holding a half-gnawed big chicken leg in his greasy hands, ran to the bedside, and stretched out his hand: "Ayin, is it fragrant? You Do you want to eat some? Come, have a taste!"