Every Meal - Chapter 6: Don't Be Afraid, It's Me

 Translator: Deyonna

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The man's body is almost entirely rigid.

But he could feel his palm bounce back from the bulging muscles on his chest.

But Kong Qiao was not in the mood to daydream and be smitten about his big pectoral muscles at the moment, only because the tactile contacts in his lower body made the hairs on his back stand up.

Did, did his legs touch something long?

And behind him, the hand on his buttocks, why didn't it let go?

Kong Qiao felt that his little chrysanthemum shrunk into a bud from nervousness, trembling as if it had foreseen a storm.

Fortunately, his wild thoughts didn't last long. After a few seconds of pause, the person in front of him let go and withdrew his arm. The two bodies also separated.

"You, you also live here?"

In the quiet corridor, only the breathing of two people could be heard momentarily, as well as Kong Qiao's thumping heart.

Kong Qiao felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he took the initiative to exchange pleasantries.

After all, it seems that this person should also have a little impression of him, otherwise he wouldn't lend a helping hand. Wouldn't the scene be more awkward if he didn't acknowledge him?

 "No."

The butcher in front of him didn't give an affirmative answer. "I'm here to deliver takeout."

Tu Liang raised his right hand, holding a big bag with the logo of the small vegetable shop where he worked was printed on it, and it contained a lot of vegetables and meat.

Kong Qiao glanced at the vegetable bag, which was not light at first glance, and couldn't help but focus on the man's muscular arm.

He couldn't help thinking, just now, this man was carrying such a heavy bag of things, and he still had the strength to hold him with his other hand.

Gudong.[1]

[1](onom.) for heavy things falling down

"Recently the shop launched some promotional activities…"

Tu Liang actually wanted to stay a little longer, but seeing that the takeout was about to expire[2], he could only put away his restless heart.

[2] Takeout in China has an expiration date from the moment it was ordered.

He took out a card from the pocket of his slightly dirty jeans and handed it to the person in front of him. "Community collective buying, free delivery for takeouts."

Tu Liang tried his best to restrain himself so that his eyes wouldn't move on the parts of Kong Qiao's body that were not covered by the shirt.

But because of this, Tu Liang could only focus his eyes on the face that was close at hand.

And it was as white as his body.

His chin is pointed. When you look at him, you will immediately know that he ate too little.

His lips… his lips that were a little lacking in color. If it was bitten, they would definitely turn red very nicely.

Tu Liang's throat bobbed. He looked away and didn't dare to look again.

Fortunately, the person in front of him also accepted the card he handed over, and said "okay" in response.

So cute.

Tu Liang buried the desire that was about to break ground in his heart.

He calmly nodded to Kong Qiao, turned around, and continued to walk upstairs.

On the contrary, it was Kong Qiao who stood by the door and did not immediately return to the house.

He watched the butcher's sturdy back rise little by little, filling his field of vision like a hill. His two bare legs couldn't help but draw close together, twitching, vaguely rubbing against each other.

It wasn't until the man went halfway up the floor, turned the corner, and looked over that Kong Qiao fled back into the house.

After closing the door, he leaned against the back of the door, carrying the takeout in one hand, while clutching his thumping chest with the other, whimpering desperately.

Kong Qiao felt that he was done for.

Passing by the vegetable shop on his way to work these few days, he couldn't help but look inside. He bumped into the butcher several times, and moved away in a panic, too flustered, then pretended that it was just an accident.

Not only that, but every morning, the time he stayed in front of the closet was longer.

Like a little peacock with its tail wide open. He always buries his head in the pile of clothes, picking and choosing, trying to show his most attractive side, and then letting that person see it.

Kong Qiao began to go to that shop to buy vegetables frequently.

As long as time permits, he will go to the small vegetable market for a walk when he gets off from work. Although he doesn't buy meat every time, he could see the butcher six or seven times out of ten.

Sometimes he moves goods, sometimes he is cutting meat, sometimes he is chopping bones. The tall and strong figure is full of presence, and the muscles that are always exposed when he was wearing a sleeveless shirt unceasingly attract Kong Qiao's attention.

Kong Qiao wondered if he was too sensitive.

Because when he began to gradually pay attention to that man, he always felt that the other was also paying attention to him.

Every time their eyes locked, Kong Qiao could always feel the man's gaze falling on him closely, making his body… feel hot.

He had worked overtime today.

It was rare that Kong Qiao didn't think about anything today and was all occupied with work. When the work at hand came to an end, he found that he was the only one left in the company.

Kong Qiao yawned, looked at his watch, and realized that it was almost morning.

He hurriedly packed up his things, closed the door, and went downstairs, planning to go home immediately and take a beautiful sleep.

Although the company is only five minutes away from Kong Qiao's rented apartment, after leaving the office building, he has to walk through a small path through the parking lot before he can reach the main road.

It was a moonless night, and for some reason, the streetlights were not powered on. The road is gloomy and dark, which makes people feel a little flustered.

As a little fairy boy, Kong Qiao is quite timid.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but shudder. The pace of his feet also accelerated a bit.

He carried a box of small cakes in his hand. It was from the tea break that the department hadn't finished in the afternoon, and Kong Qiao planned to take it home for breakfast tomorrow morning. At this moment, it was being held in his arms, as if it was the only one he could rely on.

He looked pitiful and cute.

Going further ahead is the small vegetable market.

Kong Qiao glanced at the dim signboard that was closed for business, and couldn't help pursing his lips.

Why is it closed? Workers who work overtime are not given a chance to buy vegetables and cook.

Hmph.

Bad review!

He grumbled in his heart and was about to look away from the shop, but suddenly found someone squatting by the corner.

A black figure, like a ferocious beast, dozing in the dark.

There was even a little red light shining on the face of the beast that he couldn't see clearly. It was strange and cold.

Kong Qiao's little heart skipped a beat suddenly, and a series of horror, thriller, and bloody murder documentaries flashed through his mind, letting out a small cry.

The little cake in his arms was squeezed into a flat paste by him.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

The black figure slowly stood up straight, and a hoarse voice entered Kong Qiao's ears.

Then Kong Qiao saw the tall and strong figure he kept on thinking about, took two steps forward, and walked in front of him.

Forcing him to stand in the corner on the other side of the path.

"You, you, what are you doing?"

Kong Qiao couldn't help biting his lower lip, stuttering as he asked.

In his mind, the horror and thriller that popped up just now were instantly completely replaced by the action movie he just watched the other day.

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