Husband, Spend Some Gold Coins

Qin Yizhi vaguely understood something when he saw Xie Qi’s ears, which were not covered by his hands, turning red.

His expression remained unchanged and he said calmly, “You should go take a shower too.”

Xie Qi then covered his face, took the clothes on the bed, and entered the bathroom.

Xie Qi really didn’t look for long. The bathroom was filled with mist, so he didn’t see much, but… tsk.

Although he had seen it before, the difference was quite big, which was why Xie Qi was so shocked.

Apart from anything else, Qin Yizhi still had the same serious expression after doing such a thing.

This gave Xie Qi a very subtle feeling.

After all, Qin Yizhi looked very cold, with sharp and cold eyebrows, and slightly thin lips, revealing a touch of indifference and disdain for everything.

It didn’t seem like he would be very interested in anything, but Xie Qi thought of those people who came to give gifts and found out that Qin Yizhi liked ancient weapons. This was a bit beyond Xie Qi’s expectation. After all, this hobby was not popular.

Xie Qi put away his clothes carelessly, and his nose twitched, but he didn’t smell anything. It was the unique aroma of shower gel and nothing more.

Xie Qi realized what he was doing and couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. What was he doing? Was he so obsessed with spying?

But he didn’t mean anything else. He just… always thought that Qin Yizhi was as frigid as he was.

Maybe he really was sexually frigid as Fan Qingyue said. Otherwise, he rarely did any self-relief behaviors at this age, maybe once a month, and his physiological reaction in the morning was also a little weak. It couldn’t last for more than ten minutes and disappeared on its own, saving time and energy.

But thinking about it, with Qin Yizhi’s physique, his hormones were obviously normal or even high, so this kind of behavior was a bit weird.

When Xie Qi came out after taking a shower, he didn’t see Qin Yizhi and didn’t take it seriously. His hair was still wet. He went outside to the balcony of the living room to blow dry his hair with a hair dryer.

After blowing for a while, a hand reached over and took the hair dryer from his hand. Xie Qi looked back and saw that it was Qin Yizhi. He was wearing a blue-gray shirt and pajamas with a touch of satin pearlescent. His hands and feet were slender, and he stood tall, like a wall behind him.

Qin Yizhi inserted his fingers into Xie Qi’s hair, gently grazing his scalp with his fingertips, and held the hair dryer in his other hand to dry his hair.

Xie Qi: “…I can do it myself.”

He said this and tried to grab the hair dryer from Qin Yizhi. But Qin Yizhi raised his arm, Xie Qi couldn’t reach it and said a little awkwardly, “I can do such a small thing myself; you don’t need to help me. Just give it to me, I’ll do it myself.”

Qin Yizhi said concisely, “I’ll do it.”

With a somewhat gentle but firm attitude.

Xie Qi: “…”

‘Got it, dad is addicted taking care of his child.’

Xie Qi let him continue.

His hair wasn’t long anyway—it was a bit longer than when he first came here, with some strands of hair on his forehead, which made him look a little softer and younger.

Even though he was always expressionless, the roundness of his cheeks and the slight confusion in his expression made him very suitable for a boy of his age. No matter how calm he pretended to be, the youthfulness unique to him at this age couldn’t disappear.

He placed his fingers on the flat, smooth, and clean balcony and lightly touched the surface with his nails. Because the hair dryer was silent, his voice could be clearly heard in Qin Yizhi’s ears, “Didn’t you say that I can raise a cat? Is this true?”

Qin Yizhi paused and asked, “What kind of cat do you like?”

Xie Qi thought for a moment and said, “I like civet cats.”

Qin Yizhi said, “Domestic cats will be more well-behaved and clingier. Maybe it would be good to get a Silver Tabby or British Shorthair.”

Xie Qi: “…”

‘Here we go again, asking someone for his ideas in a very standard way but in the end still inserting your own idea. It was also a typical parental mentality.’

Father Qin Yizhi was really insistent, so Xie Qi had to be patient.

Xie Qi calmly and skillfully rejected his idea: “I prefer intelligent ones. Siamese cats are very smart. They can open windows and doors, and can even understand some simple instructions. Whereas mixed-breed cats can’t do that. They seem to be generally quite unintelligent.”

Qin Yizhi’s voice was unhurried, with a hint of coaxing, “There are also cat breeds with high IQs, like American Shorthairs, which are native American cats and very intelligent, although they are a bit lively and active. They’re not as wild as Siamese cats, so they’re very suitable for keeping indoors.”

Xie Qi: “…Forget it, suddenly I don’t feel like having a cat anymore.”

His tone was a little flat, as he scratched his nails on the balcony, making a harsh sound.

Qin Yizhi: “…”

His tone softened suddenly, and he said gently, “… You can have any cat you like, but you can’t bring it to school. If that’s the case, I can buy a house near your school where you can keep it indoors.”

After a while, Xie Qi reconsidered that now might not be the best time to get a cat, and quickly changed his mind, “Forget it, it might not be very convenient, especially in the first year of college. There are dormitory rules and all.”

Qin Yizhi said, “It’s not an absolute rule. I’ll talk to the principal myself.”

Xie Qi: “…”

Damn, this was a bit too much.

Qin Yizhi said, “The Siamese cat, do you prefer the chocolate one or the grey one? I think the grey one with a white scarf would be very lovely and beautiful.”

Xie Qi followed his line of thought and considered seriously. He thought, quite excitedly, “I know, the grey Siamese with a white scarf is very beautiful. I’ve seen one. Its eyes are like emeralds. It’s also very intelligent and affectionate.”

Qin Yizhi said, “I’ll find you a very beautiful grey Siamese then. But on one condition.”

Xie Qi asked, “What condition?”

Qin Yizhi switched off the hairdryer and ran his hand through his already dry hair, casually saying, “I hope you can come home every weekend and call me every day.”

Xie Qi: “…”