After Transmigrating Into an Omega, I Was Marked by the Enemy

On this day, Yan Qiu finished his dinner quickly, and quietly hid in the room for mysterious sweater knitting.

After Ji Xinglan washed the dishes, he obediently went to work in the study, no one bothered him, Yan Qiu could just be clean.

He quietly locked the door, and then followed the tutorial found on the terminal, holding two long sweater needles and gesticulating to learn how to weave a scarf.

Yan Qiu lived for 19 years, and this was the first time he did such a thing.You must know that he didn't even participate in the shuttlecock kicking and rubber band jumping in the Omega class's physical education class, and he was even more embarrassed to ask the girls how to knit a sweater, so he had to hide and watch the video to learn.

Yan Qiu originally wanted to consult Bai Yuanyuan, but instead of not knowing, Bai Yuanyuan asked him in surprise if he woven it for Ji Xinglan.

Yan Qiu was afraid that she would miss something, so he categorically denied it.Otherwise, maybe even Ji Xinglan doesn't know about it, but the whole school's netizens already know about it.

Knowing that Ji Xinglan was picky, Yan Qiu deliberately chose black wool.On the one hand, it is easy to match with black, and on the other hand, if the weaving is ruined, it will not be too ugly.

But knitting a sweater seems easy but hard to do. Yan Qiu feels like a dyskinesia patient with an underdeveloped cerebellum. No matter how you look at your movements, your movements are awkward. Every finger has its own thoughts, and you don’t listen to him at all. The call!

After tossing and tossing for half an hour, Yan Qiu came up with such a detailed one.

In the field of wool knitting, scarves are already considered the most basic and entry-level items. You only need to weave a long strip of fabric, and you don't need to make any complicated patterns and shapes, and you don't need to learn any complicated stitches.

But just repeating such boring and boring movements is enough to make Yan Qiu's head swell, so why should he do this kind of thing by himself, why not use a machine?

But for the sake of sincerity, and for the face of Young Master Ji, Yan Qiu could only bite the bullet and weave this scarf by himself.

He felt like a scarf-weaving machine with no emotion, tying knots indifferently, one hook, another knot, another hook.

It's really hard to say that Qiu is a "little straight man".He felt that he had been sitting here knitting scarves for a century, but the pitiful little result in his hand reminded him: No, you still have to knit for a long time.

Just weaving already made Yan Qiu's head swell, and if Ji Xinglan didn't know about it, it would be even slower.

Yan Qiu used all kinds of fragmented time to knit a few stitches while taking a bath, knitting a few stitches when going to the bathroom, turning off the lights and watching TV in the living room, knitting a few stitches in the dark when Ji Xinglan couldn't see.

Yan Qiu sighed while weaving.

This way he didn't hit anyone, he must have true love for Ji Xinglan.

In order to spare time for knitting sweaters, Yan Qiu firmly forbade Ji Xinglan to sleep with him at night, locked the door early every day at seven or eight o'clock, and didn't even give him room to play tricks.

Every night when Ji Xinglan ran out of the study, ready to entangle Yan Qiu for three hundred rounds, the cold bedroom door had already closed in front of him.

Resolute, cold, merciless.

After three or four days in a row, Ji Xinglan, who was guarding the empty sofa by himself, finally couldn't take it anymore, and pulled out his trump card from the drawer in the study——

This is his home, how could he not have a spare key!

That night, hearing that there was no movement in the bedroom, Ji Xinglan quietly walked towards the door.

There was still light leaking from the crack in the bedroom door, Yan Qiu was obviously still asleep, but there was no sound.

Hiding in the bedroom alone, with the light on at such a late hour, I don't know what I'm doing sneakily.

Ji Xinglan's eyes darkened, he gently inserted the key into the keyhole, turned it silently, then pushed the door open and entered.

Yan Qiu had a bed lamp on top of his head for illumination, and was lying on the bed knitting a sweater boredly, watching variety shows while knitting and yawning to pass the time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bedroom door being pushed open, and he trembled in fright.He obviously locked the door!

When he saw clearly that it was Ji Xinglan, not a ghost or some kind of burglary, he retracted his heart in fear, and quickly stuffed a sweater needle and thread under the quilt, pretending to be looking at the terminal.

Ji Xinglan walked in unhurriedly, walked around the room under Yan Qiu's vigilant eyes, suddenly opened the closet, looked under the bed, and pulled open the curtains.

"What are you looking for?" Yan Qiu couldn't help asking him.

"No one?" he said to himself.That tone seemed to come to catch rape.After searching to no avail, Ji Xinglan walked towards Yan Qiu's bed again.

"What, what are you doing?"

When Ji Xinglan asked him to lift the quilt, Yan Qiu stared at him vigilantly, and sneezed hard on purpose.

The hand that came to lift his quilt stopped in the air, gave up immediately, and pulled the quilt for him instead.

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing sneakily?" Ji Xinglan leaned sideways, and the shadow immediately covered Yan Qiu.

Yan Qiu shrank back into the quilt, and quietly stuffed the wool under the pillow to prevent Ji Xinglan from discovering it when he came to lift his quilt.

"You're just sneaky, what are you doing running in all of a sudden?" He bit the bullet and asked back:

"Can't sleep." Ji Xinglan sat down beside the bed.The orange bed lamp above his head has gilded a layer of gold on his eyelashes, making his eyes softer.

"Sleeping on the sofa is so tiring." The man put his head on Yan Qiu's shoulder and said like a fool.

Yan Qiu glanced at him, didn't push him away, just pursed his lower lip calmly: "You asked for it."

"But didn't you say you slept on the floor before?" Ji Xinglan said shamelessly, "I can't sleep on the floor."

"No." Yan Qiu Yizheng refused verbally, "Ghost knows if you will sneak up."

"..." Ji Xinglan said seriously, "I'm not that kind of person. If I talked about sleeping on the floor, I'll definitely sleep on the floor. At most, I'll drag you into my bed and sleep on the floor with me."

Yan Qiu remembered the experience of waking up on the sofa that day, and his forehead twitched.It doesn't feel very pleasant.

"You're sick. Why do you sleep on the floor when you have a bed?" Yan Qiu saw that he couldn't get entangled, and his wool was still stuffed under the pillow, which might be exposed at any time, so he pushed Ji Xinglan away first, "Tsk, it's okay, okay." It's getting late, you... go take a shower first."

"—You sleep on the bed today, but you can only lie down and don't move around." Yan Qiu added shyly, lowering his eyelashes.

"Otherwise, continue to sleep on the sofa."

After receiving this threat, Ji Xinglan did not dare to act rashly, Yan Qiu turned off the light, and soon fell asleep under the comfort of the familiar pheromone.

...

Early the next morning, Yan Qiu gave up sleeping in, and got up at four or five in the morning to knit a few times secretly, planning to go back to sleep quietly.

When Ji Xinglan woke up, he pretended to be nonchalant and woke up with him.

But Ji Xinglan's vigilance was much higher than Yan Qiu imagined.

When he just opened the drawer to take out the wool, the eyelashes of the man lying next to him trembled, as if he was about to wake up.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Yan Qiu didn't even have time to open the drawer, and threw the wool on the ground in a hurry, and then he heard a familiar voice asking him, "What are you doing?"

Turning around, Ji Xinglan had indeed opened his eyes.Yan Qiu was afraid that he would see it, so he quickly changed the subject to attract his attention.

He endured the humiliation and rubbed against Ji Xinglan's arms. "Nothing."

Because she had just woken up, her voice was still a little soft, and there was another gesture of throwing herself into her arms, Ji Xinglan was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't received such a beauty in his arms after being thrown into limbo, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with excitement, as if he was hit by a piece of pie while walking on the street for no reason, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Yan Qiu gritted his teeth, gave it all up, gave it all up, and simply hugged the man tightly with his backhand.This trick really worked, and Ji Xinglan didn't bother to see what he threw on the ground just now, so he took his lips and kissed him deeply.

In the early morning, throwing himself into someone's arms like this, Yan Qiu realized what it means to commit suicide.

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The room was filled with an increasingly hot atmosphere, Yan Qiu raised his sore arm, and pushed away the man lying on him who refused to get up with all his strength.

Yan Qiu sat up while supporting his sore waist, smashed the pillow on the man's face, and then hid the wool in the drawer of the bedside table.

Beside him, Alpha was lying contentedly after eating and drinking, with one hand still stroking Yan Qiu's smooth back.

Ji Xinglan's clothes were parted, the ends of her hair were scattered on the bed, and she smiled at him with her beautiful eyes.When he smiled, Yan Qiu blushed and looked away embarrassedly.

Looking at the morning sun outside the window, Yan Qiu sat on the bed with his knees hugged, rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed, feeling the hand caressing his back.

In order not to let Ji Xinglan find out, he actually sold his body and soul.

He paid too much for this doggy torn scarf.

Ji Xinglan kissed him lazily, and finally got out of bed to change clothes.

When he walked over to draw the curtains, he suddenly grabbed something from the coffee table, turned his head and asked Yan Qiu, "What is this?"

Yan Qiu looked up, and what Ji Xinglan was holding in his hand was the bag that had been filled with balls of wool that he had left on the sofa.

The one Xie Yu gave him was printed on a bag from a maternity and baby products store.

On the other side, Ji Xinglan saw that Yan Qiu didn't speak, but fixed his eyes on the paper bag. He didn't know what complicated psychological activities he had experienced. He stared at Yan Qiu for a long time with a complex expression, and finally looked up at Yan Qiu.

After a while, a question was like a sharp knife breaking the silence in the air: "When did it happen?"

Yan Qiu was puzzled, "Ah?"

Ji Xinglan squeezed hard with five fingers, tightly crumpled the thin plastic bag in his hand, walked up to Yan Qiu and questioned him: "I said, why do you have children?"

"..."

Seeing his posture, Yan Qiu knew that he had misunderstood, and suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh: "I don't have any children."

But Ji Xinglan was even more puzzled when he thought about how Yan Qiu was hiding these days. "Then what is this?"

But Yan Qiu couldn't tell the truth, he could only tell the truth: "I took the bag from Xie Yu."

"..." Young Master Ji was even more confused, "When will Xie Yu have a child?"

"It's your size." Yan Qiu said angrily, "He used this bag to store other things for me."

"Oh, so... what are you pretending to be?" Ji Xinglan seemed to understand, staring straight into his eyes, and asked seriously.

After being spotted by him accurately, Yan Qiu roguely gagged him: "What do you care about me, can't I pretend to be a teaching reference book?"

Yan Qiu turned his back and ignored him, and began to change clothes on his own.

The man stared at his thin back and lines, stretched out his hand to touch it, and said "tsk" to himself:

"It stands to reason that we have all slept so many times, it is not impossible..."

"Maybe your uncle." Yan Qiu became angry, slapped his hands away and quickly put on his clothes, "Impossible!"

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