Chapter 64

Xiao Ziyu was caught off guard and lost his lips and tongue.

After all, this was in a car, and there was a driver, Qi Huai, in the driver's seat. The light and shadows outside the window changed, and Xiao Ziyu was so nervous that he gritted his teeth. He couldn't speak, so he glared at Yuan Heng.

Yuan Heng licked the crack between his lips, relying on his broad shoulders to corner the man. His patience from the whole night was completely exhausted. He gripped Xiao Ziyu's waist and exerted force with his big hands. With a slight groan, Xiao Ziyu opened his teeth.

He could only passively endure the subordinate position. Yuan Heng teased his upper palate like he was teasing a cat, with the tip of his tongue sweeping across the most sensitive part of his body. Xiao Ziyu pinched his arm tightly.

Until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, Yuan Heng finally let go and wiped Xiao Ziyu's eyelids with his thumb: "Why don't you breathe?"

Xiao Ziyu's chest heaved as he gasped. He looked up and saw the back of Qi Huai's head. He raised his hand to push Yuan Heng's shoulder. However, the hands were paralyzed by alcohol and the bones were soft. Yuan Heng stood still as a mountain, holding the slender fingers and pulling the person into his arms: "Don't worry, Qi Huai is very tight-lipped."

Xiao Ziyu closed his eyes and calmed down. Tonight was really absurd. It seemed that everything had been out of control since the moment he indulged in drinking. The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally found an outlet to vent.

The car drove into the Blue Sea parking lot. Xiao Ziyu got out with a flushed face. He did not forget to straighten his clothes and comb his hair. He passed the club and the security desk in an attempt to cover up his presence. He always felt that everyone's eyes were on him.

Yuan Heng followed behind him, his coat draped over his arm, as if nothing had happened. When he stopped in front of the elevator door, Xiao Ziyu hit him in the stomach with his elbow.

His hard abdominal muscles were tensed, but he didn't feel any pain or itch. When the elevator reached the 30th floor, Yuan Heng couldn't wait for the door to close, so he bent down and kissed her again.

The aftereffect of the whiskey was no less than the hint of wine he got from Xiao Ziyu. Yuan Heng slowed down his movements and stopped swallowing voraciously to chewing slowly. No one had the energy to turn on the lights. Yuan Heng stared at the pair of watery eyes in the dark: "Why didn't you push me this time?"

Xiao Ziyu was too embarrassed to admit that he was somewhat addicted, so he took advantage of the night and his drunkenness to reach out his hands to hook them around Yuan Heng's neck and raised his foot to kiss him on the lips as a response.

Yuan Heng was so teased that his breathing became heavy, and his nose touched his: "Where is the gift for me?"

Xiao Ziyu didn't expect that the other party would ask him for it at this time. He led the man into the guest room in the dark, picked up an exquisite wooden box from the bedside, and stuffed it into Yuan Heng's hand.

The box was rectangular in shape, with a carved pattern of auspicious dragons and cranes, which he had custom-made by someone in town.

Yuan Heng opened the lid and felt something cool and smooth. He roughly guessed what it was and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you embroider it for me?"

Xiao Ziyu hummed and gave a safety shot: "I'm not very skilled at embroidery, please forgive me."

Yuan Heng held the scarf in his hand, not ready to buy his story: "You are even less skilled at kissing, your teeth touched my tongue, why don't you say sorry?"

Xiao Ziyu couldn't bear to hear him reminiscing, and before he could retort, he felt a sudden sense of lightness, and he was picked up by Yuan Heng.

Yuan Heng held his legs and shook them. Xiao Ziyu gasped and held onto his shoulders. He sensed a secret and dangerous aura: "What are you going to do?"

Yuan Heng did not answer, but his breathing became heavier. He walked through the living room and carried Xiao Ziyu into the master bedroom.

The floor-length curtains were not drawn, and the moonlight looked exceptionally bright from the 30th floor. Xiao Ziyu was dazed and thinking that he had done many things against the rules tonight. Leaving the table early was rude, drinking too much was indulgence, kissing in the car was debauchery, and now he might do something even more excessive.

I'm sorry, senior brother, Xiao Ziyu thought to himself, don't be angry.

Yuan Heng put the person on the bed. Xiao Ziyu seemed a little dazed and submissively fell into the softness. He had a feeling that something was wrong with the other party. When had he ever been willing to be manipulated by him in the past? Yuan Heng's mind was also a little unclear. Two glasses of whiskey were not enough to make him drunk, but Xiao Ziyu's proactive response was enough to make him intoxicated.

Even if Xiao Ziyu suddenly jumped up and stabbed him again at this moment, he would accept it.

"Has this happened before?" He stared at the person under him, his tone blunt, deliberately trying to make the person blush.

How to answer this? Xiao Ziyu nodded and shook his head, and finally felt so embarrassed that he wanted to cover his eyes with his hands.

Yuan Heng felt the other person's nervousness and tried to turn on the light, but someone grabbed his arm. Xiao Ziyu's voice trembled: "Don't open it."

If you don’t want to open it, then don’t open it. Yuan Heng took out something from the bedside table. Xiao Ziyu heard the noise: "What are you doing?"

A small glass bottle was stuffed into his hand before he could figure out what was inside.

"Of course the gift must be opened in person to show its sincerity," said Yuan Heng.

Xiao Ziyu realized what the gift meant, his face suddenly turned red and he remained silent. Yuan Heng was afraid that he would overstimulate him and make him unable to relax later, so he began to divert his attention: "What have you learned in dance these days?"

Xiao Ziyu was editing "The Moon over the Long Bridge" during class time and didn't listen to the lecture at all. Even if he did, he can't remember it now. He hesitated and said, "It's nothing more than basic skills and some simple movements."

Yuan Heng asked: "Is the teacher's foundation as good as yours?"

Teacher… Xiao Jinchuan’s mind flashed through his mind. Thinking of his senior brother at this time, Xiao Ziyu shuddered and said vaguely: “Teacher has been learning from his family for generations, so he must be better than me.”

Yuan Heng noticed his reaction and asked sharply, "Why, that teacher impressed you? Is she pretty, or a dance major?"

Xiao Ziyu was too cold to answer. He shuddered for a moment and raised his body in disbelief: "Yuan Heng?!"

There were no such fancy things in ancient times, and Xiao Ziyu was scared.

Yuan Heng kissed his lips, which seemed to comfort and tease him at the same time. The words came out from the intertwined breaths with some sound: "Be good."

Xiao Ziyu turned his head away in despair, allowing himself to be manipulated, his face secretly blushing in the dark.

The view from the 30th floor is high and wide, and even if you don't draw the curtains, you can't see anything outside. The moon gradually sets in the west, moving from the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room to the bay window in the master bedroom.

The moonlight sprinkled on the pillow, casting a shadow on the big bed, and Xiao Ziyu finally uttered his first sob.

I have seen that face thousands of times and have seen every expression in it. Even without turning on the lights, Yuan Heng could judge Xiao Ziyu's condition by the sound.

He was still not satisfied, so he pulled the person up and held him in his arms.

"Such good flexibility." Yuan Heng praised in a low voice.

Xiao Ziyu only had half his life left, but he could still spare some time to think. If Xiao Jinchuan knew that he had used all his abilities on dissolute things, he would probably expel him from the sect directly.

Yuan Heng fed him some water, obviously he was prepared. Xiao Ziyu even found it difficult to swallow, and he held the cup and sipped for a long time. His patience ran out again, so he drank half of the cup directly and passed it into Xiao Ziyu's mouth.

Xiao Ziyu stared at the moon, his eyes as clear as if washed by water. He said in a hoarse voice: "I want to sleep."

"Clean it up." Yuan Heng asked him to put his arms around his neck, picked him up like a koala, and took him into the bathroom.

The moon continued to set in the west, and the sky changed from deep black to cobalt blue. The warm water accumulated in waves, and the heavy wooden door blocked out all movement.

In the early morning, the bathroom door opened again and Yuan Heng came out barefoot, with his bathrobe sloppily tied at his waist. The person in his arms had already fallen asleep in exhaustion. Yuan Heng put him into the quilt and kissed the corners of his tear-red eyes.

Xiao Ziyu didn't say yes or no, he just cried out of shame in the end.

Yuan Heng held the person in his arms and fell asleep contentedly. When he woke up again, it was almost noon. Xiao Ziyu was still sleeping soundly. He got out of bed and cleaned up the mess on the floor. The sheets needed to be taken away by the apartment housekeeper for washing.

After cleaning up, he called the apartment restaurant and asked them to send over a dish of sea cucumber stewed with eggs and a dish of fish maw and chicken soup. Xiao Ziyu was buried in the quilt, looking thin, with disheveled long hair and clear blue marks on his wrists, which were tied with a scarf he had embroidered himself.

Yuan Heng didn't think he was shameless, he was just making the best use of it. Who said that a scarf can only be pinned on the chest?

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon and Xiao Ziyu still showed no sign of waking up. Yuan Heng ate lunch alone, took the tablet to bed, and dealt with the backlog of work.

Qi Huai had already packaged the files that needed to be browsed and sent them over. He was halfway through processing them when he suddenly felt the person next to him move.

Xiao Ziyu still had his eyes closed, and subconsciously reached to the side. He stretched out his long arm and directly poked the tablet on his leg crooked.

Yuan Heng grabbed the hand and squeezed it in his palm: "Are you awake?"

The red and swollen Ruifeng eye slowly opened, Xiao Ziyu's eyes were blank, his brain was briefly blacked out, and he felt unbearable soreness all over his body before he even moved.

Seeing his distracted eyes, Yuan Heng was inevitably startled. Could it be that all the fun had scared Xiao Ziyu away, leaving him with an empty shell?

He leaned in closer and whispered, "Are you awake?"

Xiao Ziyu slowly frowned, looking uncomfortable. It was bright outside and he had lost track of time. "What time is it now?"

Yuan Heng was relieved by his clear pronunciation and clear thinking: "It's two o'clock in the afternoon. You probably slept for eight hours."

Xiao Ziyu didn't remember when he fainted. He booked a flight back to the program crew tomorrow night. The director team will announce their final works tomorrow and post them online for audience ratings. In the evening, there will be a live broadcast for them to introduce their works one by one.

Yuan Heng brought him some fish maw and chicken soup and fed him half a bowl. Xiao Ziyu was not used to the fishy smell and asked, "What is this?"

"It's nutritious," Yuan Heng took the bowl away before he felt sick of it and picked up the sea cucumber stewed egg.

Xiao Ziyu accepted the hospitality, but he didn't want to eat. He was full after just two bites. Yuan Heng scooped out the bottom of the bowl with a few spoons and placed his palm on his waist: "Does it hurt?"

He had a great night last night and didn't even feel tired after waking up. He just felt full and satisfied. At this moment, he was very patient and asked about her well-being.

"It's 20/20." Xiao Ziyu commented indifferently. If he was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, why didn't he stop when he said he couldn't bear it anymore last night?

Yuan Heng lay down in the quilt, held the person in his arms facing each other, and rubbed her waist slowly with his big hands. He did not excuse himself: "Men are not good things. Even Zhuge Liang has to make up for it afterwards."

Xiao Ziyu had heard enough corny words last night, but he didn't expect there would be something even more outrageous. He moved his body and wanted to get away from this person: "Hiss..."

"Does it still hurt?" Yuan Heng helped him apply medicine after waking up, "You'll need to apply it again later."

Xiao Ziyu asked shamelessly: "What did you use on me last night?"

Yuan Heng opened the bedside table again and took out the small glass bottle. He consumed too much last night and there was only a little liquid left in the bottle.

Xiao Ziyu felt the gap between the times, but was also curious: "And yours..."

Seeing him describing it to himself with a confused look on his face, Yuan Heng almost couldn't control himself again, and lowered his head and kissed that mouth gently: "If you want to know, don't turn off the lights next time, I will teach you how to use it."

Xiao Ziyu closed his eyes and kissed him, not as passionately as last night, but just their lips and tongues pressed together, feeling a smooth and soft feeling.

"Do you like it?" Yuan Heng asked suddenly.

Xiao Ziyu paused, his face gradually turning red. He thought that doing that private thing would be the answer, but he didn't expect that he would be asked to admit it in person.

However, Yuan Heng is a businessman who values ​​evaluation the most. When he completes a real estate project, he will think about how the residents react; when he builds a resort, he will think about whether the tourists like it; when he completes a government project, he will think about whether he can satisfy the superiors. Only by receiving feedback can there be room for long-term development.

However, Xiao Ziyu was not a customer, so he asked, "What about you?"

Yuan Heng spoke from the heart: "If my life ended today, I would have no regrets."

Xiao Ziyu didn't expect him to be so extreme and hesitated for a moment.

Yuan Heng approached him, his hot breath blowing on his face: "Why, are you scared?"

Xiao Ziyu hid under the quilt to avoid him, also shy: "Life is precious, I still want to live, with you."

Yuan Heng's expression paused, and his usually sharp brain suddenly stopped working. Xiao Ziyu hid like an ostrich, with only his hair exposed. He slowly straightened his long hair, feeling the body in his arms gradually relax, and finally leaned over and kissed the top of Xiao Ziyu's head.

The two of them hugged each other, and Xiao Ziyu finally came out, his face still red. He tried to change the subject: "I will be back tomorrow afternoon."

"Going back to Shu City? I'll go with you." Yuan Heng said.

The sweetness hadn't worn off yet, Xiao Ziyu thought the other party was coaxing him: "I don't want anyone to accompany me, you stay here and handle the work."

"Going to Shucheng is also work," Yuan Heng stroked the back of his neck, "Didn't your director say that there would be flying guests on the show?"

Xiao Jinchuan: My younger brother was pushed as soon as he came home (smile)