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Ying Jiao’s eyes trembled, staring at the small book without blinking, even holding his breath subconsciously. It’s as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would disturb the things in his hand.

Is this real? Jing Ci moved the account to his account book?

His heart was pounding, beating faster than ever. Ying Jiao’s adam’s apple rolled up and down, he closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked at them again.


That’s right, he was blinded, nor is he imagining it, the small black characters are still properly printed on the account page——

Name: Jing Ci.

Head of Household or Relationship to Head of Household: Cousin.

“I put your account book in the bookcase in the study.”

“You can go there to find it when you need it.”

Ying Jiao took a deep breath and couldn’t help but curse in his heart.

Am I stupid? Jing Ci had hinted at this at the beginning, but he didn’t discover this.

How much did he miss.

The irritability of Jing Ci’s refusal to accept the gift disappeared instantly, Ying Jiao pressed the account book to his chest, and after a while, he suddenly let out a low laugh, and then strode towards the door.

Jing Ci was waiting left and right in the living room, and he didn’t see Ying Jiao coming back, so he was a little anxious.

He really wanted to see pictures of Ying Jiao when he was a child, he must have been a very arrogant child. Every day, like a little adult, he can make other children cry as soon as he opens his mouth.

Just thinking about it, Jing Ci felt that he would be cute. He endured and endured, but in the end he couldn’t hold back. He stood up and moved step by step to the door of the study.


Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, the white door was pulled open vigorously from the inside, and Ying Jiao’s face appeared in front of him in an instant. Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, and looked at his hand unconsciously: “Photo…”

Jing Ci’s voice stopped abruptly.

Ying Jiao pinched his waist with both hands, suddenly hugged him up, and pressed him against the wall.

The sudden weightlessness made Jing Ci wrap his legs around Ying Jiao’s waist subconsciously. Before he could react, a kiss like a hurricane fell.

Ying Jiao kissed hard and fiercely, his breath was scorching hot, he pried open his teeth and drove straight in, almost swallowing him.

Jing Ci’s body was softened by his kiss, and his waist was suspended in the air and could not exert any strength. Afraid of falling, he had to cling to Ying Jiao, as if he was obediently sending himself to him.

“Baby,” Ying Jiao left his lips slightly, his chest heaving violently, panting, “I saw the account book.”

He finally found it.

Jing Ci was overjoyed and a little embarrassed.

“If I didn’t find out, when were you going to tell me?” Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed his neck, almost unable to control the urge to tear his clothes: “How did you think of moving it to my name?”

Jing Ci felt a little itchy, his cheeks were flushed, and his heartbeat was as loud as a drum. His lips opened and closed for a long time before he uttered one word: “…Brother.”


“I…” Jing Ci tilted his head slightly to make it more convenient for him to kiss: “I don’t want to be an independent household…” He swallowed, his voice trembling: “I just wanted to have a household registration with you.”

After speaking, Jing Ci hardly dared to look at Ying Jiao.


It was the most blunt and shameful thing he could say.

He wants to have a household registration book with Ying Jiao and become a family with him. Even if the law does not recognize it. In his heart, they have the closest relationship.

Ying Jiao took a breath.

This fool, he didn’t want anything, but quietly offered his whole heart.

Ying Jiao hardly knew how to love him, so he hugged Jing Ci and pressed him onto the bed. While kissing him fiercely, he whispered in his ear: “I really want to f*ck you, f*ck you, so that you can’t leave me.”

Jing Ci felt so hot that his head was almost smoking. In a daze, he noticed that Ying Jiao’s hand had been stretched into his pants, and he bowed his body in a conditioned reflex: “Brother, I haven’t showered yet…”

“I know, don’t move… don’t move!” Ying Jiao held his waist: “Be good, I’ll touch it.”

Jing Ci held back his shyness and looked up at him: “You don’t want to do it?”

“What’s the matter, Jingshen.” Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his eyes full of amusement: “What you promised doesn’t count anymore? You told me to show it yourself, and you want to break your promise?”

Jing Ci looked at the fine sweat on his forehead and knew that it was not that he didn’t want to, but was afraid that he would hurt him. He immediately said: “It only hurts a little bit, really brother, I can bear it.”

“You can bear it,” Ying Jiao kissed him on the lips, then let go of him, got up and closed the curtains: “But I can’t bear it.”

With Jing Ci by his side, he can laugh and be happy, but he can’t hurt him, not even a little bit.

Afraid that he would feel guilty, Ying Jiao turned on the light and turned the brightness to the highest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he deliberately teased: “You are underestimating your brother, right? I’ll tell you this, it won’t be just an hour or two hours in the beginning.”

Jing Ci blushed and murmured, “Then, then I can bear it.”

He didn’t want Ying Jiao to hold back any longer, it just hurts a little, not itching, what’s so scary?


Ying Jiao was almost turned into a beast by him, he managed to suppress the urge in his heart, moved to Jing Ci, his eyes wandered around his beautiful collarbone: “So good, you will do anything I say later then?”

Jing Ci’s eyelashes trembled, and he nodded lightly.

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and slowly pulled down the zipper of his sweater, and said in a low voice, “What if I wanted to – shoot – on you?”

Jing Ci lowered his head, let him take off his jacket, and whispered: “Any, anywhere.”



Ying Jiao couldn’t bear it anymore, stretched out his hand and pulled at the waist of Jing Ci’s trousers, and ordered in a deep voice, “Take it off.”

Even if they didn’t touch, the two of them had a long night of trouble that night. But Jing Ci’s biological clock was always on time, and he woke up at six o’clock the next day. After studying all morning, after lunch, he couldn’t hold it any longer, so he took a nap for the first time ever.

If it was normal, he(YJ) would not disturb him when he slept all day, but today was different.

Seeing that it was almost three o’clock, Ying Jiao thought about it, and pushed the door and walked into the bedroom.

“Baby,” he squatted beside the bed, grabbed a lock of Jing Ci’s hair, and scratched it on the tip of his nose: “Get up.”

Jing Ci felt that it was too loud that he only frowned and opened his eyes. But his mind was still not sober, and he cried out in a daze: “Brother?”

“Yeah.” Ying Jiao waited for him to think before saying, “Get up and go to a place with me first, and then you can sleep enough at night.”


Jing Ci lifted the quilt, reached out and rubbed his eyes, wondering, “Where are you going?”

Ying Jiao glanced at him, found that his pajamas were neatly dressed, and withdrew his gaze: “My mother’s cemetery.”

Jing Ci sat up abruptly, the drowsiness in his mind ran away in an instant, and stammered: “You, your mother?”

“Yeah.” Ying Jiao was amused by his reaction: “Why are you surprised? We are all in the household registration book. Isn’t it normal to see my parent?”

Although he was only going to the cemetery, Jing Ci was inexplicably nervous. He jumped out of bed, and while looking for clothes, he said, “Brother, why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’m not prepared for anything…”

With a smile on his lips, Ying Jiao leaned on the cabinet and watched get busy, and joked, “What do you want to prepare?”

Jing Ci finally found a black coat, took it out and put it on the bed flatly, and said seriously: “Paper money, gold ingots or anything else.”

“Are you stupid or not,” Ying Jiao tapped his forehead with his mobile phone: “No cemetery allows to burn paper now, and she doesn’t like that kind of thing, so just buy a bunch of white lilies.”

“Ah,” Jing Ci has never been to the grave, so when heard this he nodded, and said: “Then I’ll buy it.”

“Got it.” Ying Jiao laughed: “I won’t rob you.”

Jing Ci packed up and looked in the mirror several times until he was completely sure that there was nothing wrong, and then he went out with Ying Jiao.

They made it just in time for the three-day Qingming holiday, and it was the time to send the lights in the evening, there was an endless stream of people coming to the cemetery. Ying Jiao took Jing Ci around a group of people, walked straight towards the center of the cemetery, and finally stopped in front of a black stone tablet.

“Here.” Ying Jiao wiped off the dust on the stone tablet a little bit, and chuckled: “I came alone in previous years, but this year I brought someone to show you.”

“His name is Jing Ci, and I will come with him every year in the future. Isn’t he very good-looking? I know you would like him.”

When she was not sensible, Ying Jiao once blamed or even hated her. Hate her for abandoning himself for a scumbag, and hated her for letting himself witness her death.

But later, when he slowly understood her depression, the hatred in his heart turned into pity.

It’s not that she doesn’t care about him, the things under his name are enough to explain everything. She just couldn’t hold on any longer and chose to leave.

Jing Ci held the lily all the way, and didn’t even allow Ying Jiao to touch the lily, and respectfully bowed three times to the tombstone.

He didn’t know what Ying Jiao’s mother looked like or the reason for her death, but he still thanked her from the bottom of his heart.


Thanks to her for bringing Ying Jiao into this world, so that he could be lucky enough to meet him.

Ying Jiao looked at the tombstone quietly. After getting to know Jing Ci, he rarely fought and began to study hard. Now that he was full life and has someone as good as Jing Ci by his side, she should be relieved.

Ying Jiao let out a long sigh of relief, straightened the bouquet that was swayed by the wind, turned his head to Jing Ci and said, “Let’s go.”

Jing Ci nodded and followed. After walking a few steps, he involuntarily glanced back.

Secretly and boldly, he called her Mom in his heart.

After calling, he felt a little shy again, rubbed his face embarrassedly, and quickened his pace.

On the way back, Ying Jiao told Jing Ci all the bad things about his family, including the cause of his mother’s death.

“Haven’t you always been curious about the reason why I get dizzy? It’s because of that.” Ying Jiao put the subway card in his pocket and said indifferently, “But I’m used to it now.”

Jing Ci was so distressed that he didn’t know how to comfort Ying Jiao, and he didn’t want him to recall those sad things. He had no choice but to hold his hand and said seriously, “It’s okay, I’ll help you watch out in the future.”

The corner of Ying Jiao’s lips smiled, and he gently broke away: “Okay.”

When the two walked out of the subway station, it was already dark and they hadn’t had dinner yet.

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and looked, remembering that there was a good Northwest restaurant in the square nearby, so he walked over there with Jing Ci.

Unexpectedly, just after walking halfway, he was blocked by a group of people gathered in front.

“What’s going on?” Ying Jiao frowned and said dissatisfied: “It’s all blocked here, it’s like fighting a flood.”


Jing Ci didn’t know either, he was not naturally curious, and was about to tell Ying Jiao if they should go to a different restaurant when he heard the conversation of a couple next to him-

The boy patted his chest and said, “Baby, don’t worry, I promise to grab that bunch of flowers!”

The girl blushed and said, “Okay.”

Jing Ci listened a little more around, and then he understood. There is a couple who just proposed successfully in front of them. The girl will throw out the roses that the boy gave when proposing to make others feel happy.

Therefore, the men who were present with their girlfriends went crazy, trying their best to squeeze in to get the flowers.

“Brother, let’s go…”

“You wait for me here.” Ying Jiao put the phone in his hand, left a sentence, and strode forward.

He happened to be lucky, and the flower in the girl’s hand was thrown out at this time.

A bunch of men stretched their necks and stretched out their hands. If you push me, and I step on you, no one will let anyone through.

Just when a man in a suit and leather shoes looked happy and was about to catch the flowers, a hand came out of the sky and caught the bunch of roses halfway.

Ying Jiao easily fell to the ground, smiled provocatively at the man, turned around and walked back.

Then, under the envious gaze of all the men, he did not shy away from stuffing a bunch of flowers into Jing Ci’s arms.

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Brother Jiao: I don’t know when I can ‘know the truth of the story’ with Jing Ci

(T/n: Another authors note below)

Before I went out to dinner with my friends, I saw a man and woman standing outside a circle of candles gazing at each other affectionately.

Me: it’s just a beauty. What’s so good about it?

My friend:… Bah! That’s a proposal!

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