Every Meal - Chapter 5: Ordering takeout

 Translator: Deyonna

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After watching the movie under the quilt, Kong Qiao also used up the only tissue paper left on the nightstand.

He reclined lazily on the bed to relieve the pleasant lingering aftertaste. His head felt a little empty for a moment. The sturdy body of the worker in the film overlapped with the stout naked arms of the butcher he had seen when he was shopping before, making his face flush.

After a while, Kong Qiao's stomach began to growl.

He didn't want to cook, so he opened the takeout app and ordered a meal, noting that it should be less spicy and with fewer scallions, then scrolled for short videos for a while, and waited until the doorbell rang before getting up from the bed.

At home, Kong Qiao dresses more casually, not as delicately as outside.

But as a tasteful virgin boy, even his home pajamas will not be inferior.

He pulled out an oversized shirt from the closet, put it on casually, and walked out.

He brought the shirt when he was having an ambiguous relationship with a masculine male colleague. At that time, when he was shopping, he hid a little secret desire, thinking that if he really became lovers with his colleague, he could also stage a fun play of "wearing a boyfriend's shirt" at home.

It's just that the imagination is very beautiful, but the reality is also very cruel.

That masculine male colleague looked decent but turned out to be a big, fickle scumbag. While having an ambiguous relationship with him, he also had a passionate, intimate relationship with a few female colleagues. When Kong Qiao found out, he was so disgusted that he almost vomited out his dinner the night before.

Fortunately, he didn't have anything to do with him.

Kong Qiao has a bit of a mental obsession with cleanliness. He only wants the kind of love where the other party is completely satisfied with him.

But in today's era of fast food love, this kind of expectation can be said to be a bit unattainable.

After so many years, Kong Qiao is also a little disheartened.

He even gave birth to the idea of breaking the jar, thinking that he might as well find a big gong to satisfy his physiological needs. It will not be a loss.

He was just merely thinking about it. Although he's thirsty, he never really took this step.

Ding dong——Ding dong——

As soon as Kong Qiao put on his clothes, the doorbell rang several times in a hurry, so he could only quicken his pace to open the door first.

"Coming!" He answered loudly, but when he opened the door, there was no one outside, only the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

The delivery man's loud voice echoed in the corridor, "Sir, I'm in a hurry! The takeout is at your door!"

"……" Kong Qiao was speechless, and properly put on the shoes again that he incorrectly wore in a hurry.

Should've said it earlier.

He hasn't buttoned his shirt yet.

Listening to the hurried footsteps in the corridor gradually going away, he lamented that it's not really easy for everyone to earn money. At the same time, he simply leaned against the door and lowered his head to fasten the buttons.

The door was ajar, and the warm and majestic spring breeze blew in from the small flower window in the corridor, making him squint his eyes and yawn.

The corridor fell silent as the delivery man left, but within a few seconds, there were sounds of footsteps going up the stairs again.

Kong Qiao was puzzled. Could it be that the delivery guy made the wrong delivery and came up again to change it?

But after listening carefully a couple of times, he found that the person walking up the stairs was slow and steady, obviously not as impatient as before, so Kong Qiao thought that the person should be a resident of this building.

There were nearly ten buttons on his shirt. Kong Qiao buttoned them impatiently, and simply buttoned a few on his chest, then bent down to get his lunch.

Opening the door, Kong Qiao was not wearing pajama pants at this time.

After all, the shirt was big enough to cover his mid-thighs, and he was a man, so he wasn't afraid of showing anything.

But he doesn't know.

In the eyes of a person who had just walked upstairs and ran into him like this, he was no different from being naked.

The neckline of the shirt was too big, and when he bent down, one could clearly see the bare white chest inside.

Two spots of pink and tender red cherry are sandwiched between two different white surfaces, which can instantly grab people's attention.

And as the hem of his clothes pulled up, his two unobstructed legs also revealed their truest appearance.

Unlike ordinary men whose calves are all muscular, both of his calves are very slender, and the upper thigh has a little more flesh than the lower thigh, but they are soft, white, and greasy, which makes people want to knead them.

Someone took a heavy breath.

Kong Qiao's ears moved. He picked up the bag and raised his eyes along the way, however; he looked straight into a pair of pitch-black eyes that were somewhat familiar.

"……!!"

The person he dreamed of last night and the person he thought about this morning suddenly appeared in front of him.

Kong Qiao thought he was hallucinating and couldn't help but take a small step back in a panic.

Tu Liang mistakenly thought that this person was afraid of him, so his eyes dimmed for a moment.

Kong Qiao didn't notice that his heel tripped on the threshold and was about to fall backward. His little heart went up to his throat, but an arm mixed with the smell of smoke and sweat pulled him back and made him stand straight again.

"Be careful."

Tu Liang used his free hand to grab the person who was about to fall in front of him, but his palm unexpectedly touched the softness he had longed for some time now.

After realizing where he had touched, Tu Liang's body tensed up.

"Thank, thank you."

Kong Qiao stood firmly and realized that the person in front of him was not his hallucination.

He stammered a thank you, but his body immediately tensed up.

His heart beating in his throat quickly jumps out of his throat.

And there's no other reason for it.

At this moment, his upper body was almost tightly attached to the butcher in front of him, and his hands were resting on the man's strong chest.

As for the lower body, his bare legs were completely attached to the man's pants.

Even, even more, what made him dare not move was——

His buttocks, his well-maintained delicate little buttocks... have a hand on it!

That hand also squeezed the meat on his butt tightly!

Boo hoo!

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