Xie Qingcheng took a shower after driving He Yu away.

But the bed was a mess and I couldn't sleep at all.

Xie Qingcheng had to hold on to his body and put away the sheets again. The traces on it made him unable to look directly. He still can't believe what ecstasy he took last night , in order to do such absurd things with He Yu.

He is not a shy person, he just thinks it is outrageous, especially looking at the traces on the sheets, he does not think it is something that two men can toss about.

This is a **** hell.

Xie Qingcheng coughed lightly, removed the sheets, threw them into the washing machine, and changed the mattresses before finally throwing his aching body between the pillows and quilts.

"Ahem..."

Tossing and turning, the heat was unbearable, Xie Qingcheng was so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep.

His condition is too bad, the only good thing is that Xie Xue went with Li Ruoqiu and never came back. He didn't have to disguise himself in front of anyone, and finally he was able to show a face that was drowsy and vulnerable because of the pain.

After a while, the antipyretic medicine took effect in Xie Qingcheng's body.

But maybe there is still the smell left by He Yu in the room, Xie Qingcheng seemed to see the eyes of He Yu last night before he fell asleep vaguely—

The eyes full of lust, thirst, passion, those who need him, those who cannot do without him, and then those eyes that are full of lust...

Xie Qingcheng was somewhat suffocated.

In this mood, he slowly lost consciousness...

Because there are sleeping ingredients in the antipyretic medicine, Xie Qingcheng slept until the next morning before waking up.

He felt that the fever subsided a little, got up, washed and dressed, and found some leftover dumplings from the refrigerator to warm up.

So after a while, Xie Qingcheng sat down and started reading.

Xie Qingcheng's reading is just like watching jellyfish.

There was a knock on the door.

Xie Qingcheng, who had finally sunk into the book world, came back to his senses: "Who?"

The boy's voice came from outside in a low voice, but He Yu came to look for him again: "...it's me."

The pen in Xie Qingcheng's hand for taking reading notes stopped for a while, and the tip of the pen scratched the paper.

He heard the boy outside say, "Can you open the door?"

“…”

“…I want to talk to you.”

Xie Qingcheng: "Stand."

"Brother...why did you lock the door."

"Because there are people like you who disturb me when I work."

The person outside the door paused: "...Xie Qingcheng...you open the door."

"Will you open the door? I'm... I'm not feeling well."

It would be better if he didn't say so. As soon as he said so, Xie Qingcheng suddenly thought of when He Yu had gone crazy on him before, panted and whispered to his ear, and said to him: "I'm not feeling well, I have heat stroke, it's so hot."

"Xie Qingcheng, give me some relief from the heat."

Xie Qingcheng's voice was an octave colder: "Stand."

The boy was silent.

After a while, Xie Qingcheng heard a very sharp scratching sound from the door, like a fingernail scratching a blackboard, He Yu was there grabbing the door like a cat Resent him.

Xie Qingcheng said: "You are not naive."

"I'm so sick. I really want to see you, are you feeling better with your fever? I want to be with you...I want to talk to you."

Xie Qingcheng was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned on the stereo on the table, and turned the background music to the maximum, which directly covered the immoral movement of He Yu's fingernails scratching the door panel.

He just read the book for a while, and gradually, there was no sound outside.

Xie Qingcheng turned off the sound again and finished writing the rest of the content. When he turned the last page, he got up and went to the pantry and poured a cup of coffee. Looking up at the time, he thought that He Yu should leave, and he should go out and prescribe some medicine. However, he packed two books, and as soon as he opened the door, a hand suddenly slammed the door open!

When the security door was closed, he didn't even blink his eyes, let alone retracting his fingers.

Just a bang!

He Yu's hand was smashed with a red mark, the skin was broken, and a few seconds later, blood rushed out of the wound.

He Yu didn't feel too much pain, Xingmu stared at Xie Qingcheng through the crack of the door that was not closed because he was pressing.

Then he slowly, little by little, pushed the door open, as if he was prying open Xie Qingcheng's shell.

He came in.

He grabbed Xie Qingcheng's shirt with his blood dripping hands, and then hugged him recklessly and pressed him onto the wardrobe. The strength was so heavy that the whole cabinet trembled. With a buzzing sound, an unsightly vase lying idle on the top of the cabinet was knocked off, and smashed directly on He Yu's shoulder.

The two hit the switch while fighting, the incandescent light went out, and the room was plunged into chaotic darkness.

Xie Qingcheng stared at the wolf-like eyes in the dark, and whispered: "You are **** sick. I didn't say let you not come again. Yet?"

He Yu's voice was also very soft and soft. With his breathing, he took it out directly from the throat and was about to stuff it into Xie Qingcheng's chest: "I'm in a mess."

He said to Xie Qingcheng again: "Xie Qingcheng. I'm very confused. I really want to tell you something."

"But I have nothing to say to you."

He Yu's heart was stabbed.

"Xie Qingcheng..."

"Get out."

He Yu didn't go out, but put his forehead against Xie Qingcheng's, and felt for a while: "You don't burn... take medicine?"

Xie Qingcheng pushed him.

He Yu just didn't relax, and murmured: "Brother Xie, I'm sorry, I thought about it for a long time, I thought about it all night yesterday, I really can't help but want to tell you, I …”

"I'm not interested in knowing, please go out."

He Yu was even more depressed, he was quiet for a while, and finally seemed to give up on himself and no longer seek Xie Qingcheng's acceptance, his eyes flicked back and forth on Xie Qingcheng's face, The dark black pupils gradually focused, moved to Xie Qing's thin lips several times, and then the Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He didn't know what happened to him, maybe he was bewitched by the giant beast named "Like" in his heart, even though he knew it shouldn't be, he was too uncomfortable and lost his mind for a while, head down—

Xie Qingcheng suddenly turned his face to avoid it.

But this posture made the boy's hot lips press against his neck, where the skin is thin and fragile, and the ability to sense heat is even worse. Yu's contact reaction was obvious. He Yu's lips touched the sensitive part of his neck again. He couldn't hold it back for a while, his fingers clenched silently on the wall of the wardrobe, and his body trembled violently.

He Yu raised his eyes, looked at him with dark eyes, and said, "...Brother, don't drive me away. Would you let me stay for a while?"

“…”

"I really thought a lot yesterday."

“…”

"I, I actually want to tell you—" Unexpectedly, He Yu couldn't help holding Xie Qingcheng's wrist, as if hoping he could give him some encouragement.

Xie Qingcheng was restrained by him, and instinctively gathered strong aggression, and said sharply: "What do you want to do, He Yu?"

He Yu originally wanted to say, I like you, Xie Qingcheng. I found that I like you very much.

But he looked at Xie Qingcheng's eyes that were obviously only alert and without any warmth at this moment, he didn't get encouragement, what he got was only Xie Qingcheng's rejection and vigilance.

So suddenly he couldn't say anything.

"I..."

He was stuck in his throat, he could only hold Xie Qingcheng's wrist tightly and refused to let go. After a long time, it seemed that he suddenly thought of something, which could be used to euphemistically express his feelings. So he trembled and leaked a few words from his teeth: "...I...Brother Xie...you...do you remember those photos? Is it...the ones in the clubhouse?"

Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a while, as if he didn't expect He Yu to talk about it for so long, and finally told him this, he couldn't help being furious: "You think about it all night, are you going to take those photos? Come to threaten me? Didn't I tell you how you like to deal with it? If you want to send it to anti-pornography and gangsters, it has nothing to do with me! How dare you—"

"I deleted it."

The second half of Xie Qingcheng's words were cut off by this unexpected sentence.

He squinted, this time it was his turn to catch up.

"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu controlled the trembling in his voice and repeated, "I deleted those photos."

"Totally shattered."

“…”

"No more."

The two looked at each other in a small space, He Yu held Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly, and at that moment he seemed to have an inexplicable fear in his heart.

He seemed to be afraid that Xie Qingcheng would drive him out, and then closed the door in front of him and never opened it again.

He could only repeat: "I deleted it."

He still can't say sorry or I love you, and the sentence "I deleted it" is like a piece of driftwood, so that he will not fall into the abyss of losing his pride , but also to retain Xie Qingcheng's gaze on him.

But after being silent for a while, Xie Qingcheng still raised his other hand and forcefully took He Yu's fingers from his thin wrist one by one, open.

"Really."

Xie Qingcheng said softly, and a few inches from his gaze was He Yu's young face.

"Then you want me to kneel down and be grateful to you?"

Since he used RN13 to repair his body, he has become a scarred physique, and it is easy to leave red marks. The color of blood reflected around Xie Qingcheng's tattoo, very dreary.

He Yu added: "This kind of thing will never happen again."

"What does it have to do with me."

He Yu opened his mouth, his heart was blocked, but his throat was too tight, and he really didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only put all his emotions into that name.

"Xie Qingcheng..."

Xie Qingcheng said, "Let's go."

"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu whispered.

The more he sees him like this, the less he has the courage to say that sentence - Xie Qingcheng, I like you.

Being less and less courageous.

Because he already knew what Xie Qingcheng's reaction was.

He has seen it.

"What exactly do you want to hear about He Yu." Xie Qingcheng looked at him at last, "What do you want after all the trouble?—Okay, thank you very much for taking those photos. After so many beasts, I finally decided to be merciful and delete your shameful things. I thank you, I thank you on behalf of our whole family. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your kindness. Now you can go Yet?"

He Yu didn't leave, his throat was bitter, and he was about to explain something when suddenly footsteps came from a distance—

Xie Qingcheng reacted faster than He Yu, he immediately turned sideways, raised **** to open the window slit of the blinds, when he saw the person walking, his face suddenly became very ugly.

"It's Xie Xue!"

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, you can hear a pair of high heels.

He Yu came back to his senses completely, but he didn't care about himself, but quickly buttoned up Xie Qingcheng's shirt that he had just torn apart with his own hands.

At this time, he realized that Xie Qingcheng's shirt was too hard to button up. His fingers touched the top two buttons, and before they were fastened, Xie Xue's figure had already passed the window. to the door.

"Brother, is your door still open? I just dropped Li Rouqiu to the train station... Why are you pulling the curtains and not turning on the lights?"

She came in.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng quickly returned to their positions and distanced themselves.

Neither of them wanted her to find out about this, even though her face was pale, her hair was messy, and they were both a little embarrassed. Blood was splattered, but they had a tacit understanding, standing up straight with their backs straight, pretending that nothing happened.

As soon as Xie Xue turned on the light, she was stunned: "Big brother? He Yu?...You..."

Her eyes swept across the mess, circling back and forth on the two men with disheveled clothes.

"What are you two doing...?"

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

In this embarrassing stillness, He Yu's reaction was faster than Xie Qingcheng's: "...cough, didn't I stay here for two days, so I wanted to help with cleaning, but I didn't pay attention, and I was affected by I'm a little hurt. Your brother... he's taking care of me and has to take off his clothes, so he pulled the curtains."

"...turn on the lights when the curtains are drawn." Xie Xue said, looking over He Yu's bleeding shoulders and hands, falling on the broken vase on the ground, she suddenly widened her eyes, "Isn't this the hand-made vase that I, the sixth grader of elementary school won a prize?! Oh my God! How could this happen!! Who broke it!!"

"I'm not very good at housework, I didn't see it." He Yu said, "...Sorry."

"Ah! Don't clean up on the second day of the first year of the new year! You're a young master who doesn't work hard and can't distinguish between five grains! You don't understand?" Favorite vase! He Yu lived in her house for a short time, but he actually gave her a hug! Wan!

"I'll pay you a..."

"What are you paying for? Can you pay for it? Can you find me in the sixth grade of elementary school to make another one?! It's maddening me! I'm really maddening me—!"

The stuffing is wrapped into dumplings.

This is really a fortune in misfortune. With Xie Xue's hundred brains, she never imagined that when she sent Li Ruoqiu to the hotel for two days to rest, her eldest brother would be in this room He had many improper relationships with He Yu.

This guy is really weird..."

To the end, Xie Qingcheng couldn't listen anymore.

Xie Qingcheng said: "Forget it, Xie Xue, stop talking. He's leaving now."

Glancing at He Yu.

Xie Xue: "But he—"

Xie Qingcheng put his hand on Xie Xue's shoulder and shook his head.

Xie Xue finally stopped angrily, although she seemed to want to vent her anger towards Li Rouqiu on He Yu.

One or two of these people, why do they all feel that they can turn back if they have done something wrong? ! Can broken jars be restored? !

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to listen to this kind of quarrel anymore, he seemed to casually buckle his last two collars, and said to He Yu: "If there is nothing else, you can Let's go back."

He Yu didn't move.

"Xie Qingcheng, I..."

Xie Qingcheng no longer buttoned his buttons, and looked at him unexpectedly with cold and warning: "Let's go."

“…”

The expulsion order has reached this point, and He Yu can no longer stay, let alone confess.

No matter how messy your heart is, you can only digest it yourself.

He Yu bit his lower lip without saying a word, he fully understood—

His liking was a burden for Xie Qingcheng that did not need to be announced.

Xie Qingcheng really won't accept him.

I don't even want to see him again.