Chapter 7 Take it off! Those are the underwear he just changed out of...

The shocked Zhou Jiacheng was dropped off at the gate of the residential complex by the driver. Before he could say anything, the Maybach roared, filling his mouth with exhaust fumes.

Zhou Jiacheng left cursing. Inside the car, the driver looked through the interior mirror at Feng Ji, who was holding Qi Yu in his arms, and asked very discerningly, "Boss Feng, there's a pharmacy around the corner. Do you want me to get out and buy some hangover medicine for Special Assistant Qi?"

"No need." Feng Ji didn't look up. "I still have some hangover medicine at home."

He spoke as if he was living with Qi Yu.

The driver kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart and chose to remain silent.

On the way back to Yulong Bay, Qi Yu was very quiet the whole time. He could not hold a lot of alcohol but he was a very good drinker. If it weren't for the faint aroma of alcohol that could be smelled with every breath, he would have looked like he was simply asleep leaning in Feng Ji's arms.

Feng Ji's hand lightly brushed the forehead of the young man in his arms, and he smelled the faint fragrance at the tip of his nose. He lowered his head and couldn't help burying his straight nose in the soft hair, breathing deeply like an addict.

It smells so good! He is obviously using the same shower gel as Qi Yu, so why does Qi Yu smell so good?

The sound of the vehicle drowned out the increasingly heavy breathing of the man inside the car. It was not until they stopped in the underground parking lot that he reluctantly lifted his face from Qi Yu's hair.

Compared to the last time when Qi Yu had to carry him when he was drunk, it was much easier for Feng Ji to carry Qi Yu. The young man was thin and light, not even heavier than the dumbbells that men usually lift. He carried him all the way home and placed him on the bed in the master bedroom.

His house in Yulong Bay doesn't have a second bedroom, and there is only one bed in such a big house. Letting his personal assistant sleep on the sofa makes him seem inhumane as a boss, so Qi Yu can only squeeze in with him.

There's nothing we can do about it.

The drunk Qi Yu was not completely unconscious. After leaving the bumpy environment of the car and Feng Ji's arms, and being placed steadily on the bed, he opened his eyes soon after.

Feng Ji was taking out a new set of short-sleeved shirt and shorts pajamas from the closet when he heard a rustling sound behind him. He turned his head and saw Qi Yu staggering up from the bed. Seeing him, he spoke reflexively, "Mr. Feng."

Feng Ji knew that Qi Yu was not sober, but was still very drunk.

Qi Yu could speak and recognize people after being drunk, but he couldn't remember anything. His brain, which had been baptized by alcohol, forgot everything after waking up. Therefore, Feng Ji walked to the bed with pajamas without hesitation. Under Qi Yu's gaze, he raised his hand and gently touched the black T-shirt with "Lucky" printed on it. "Assistant Qi, you are dressed very student-like today. Are your clothes new?"

Qi Yu also lowered his head following his gaze and took a look at the clothes on his body.

He was drunk, and his memory retrieval function was slower than when he was sober. He was silent for a long time before answering: "The clothes I wore in college."

"I've been wearing it since college..." Feng Ji put his pajamas aside and leaned slightly. The distance between them was very close at this moment. "This dress smells of alcohol now. I can't wear it anymore. Let me help you take it off."

Qi Yu glanced at his clothes, then at Feng Ji, who had a serious expression on his face. Out of trust in his boss, with whom he had worked for three years, he agreed. After nodding, he asked, "You don't want your pants anymore?"

Feng Ji felt that his question was very much to his liking. "Yes, not only the pants, but the entire set of clothes including your underwear are gone."

It’s so serious that even underwear can’t be worn.

Qi Yu's brain stopped working and thought for a while, but before he could figure out what was going on, it crashed again.

Nothing is difficult in this world as long as you are willing to give up. If Qi Yu can't figure out a problem, he will pretend that he has never thought about it.

"Take it off," Qi Yu said. "I'll take it home and wash it."

"You don't have to take it home, it's too troublesome, I can do it." Feng Ji leaned over, brushed his nose across Qi Yu's bangs, gently raised his hand, and took the glasses off Qi Yu's nose.

Qi Yu's vision instantly became blurry after he lost his glasses, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes because he couldn't see clearly. He unconsciously moved closer to Feng Ji.

The silver-rimmed glasses were placed on the bedside table. Without this barrier, Feng Ji grasped the hem of his T-shirt with both hands and whispered, "Qi Yu, lift your head up."

As Qi Yu raised his head, he felt a chill on his chest and his T-shirt was grabbed by Feng Ji.

Qi Yu is busy with work and doesn't exercise often. He only has a thin layer of muscle on his upper body, and his collarbones are straight and deep. Looking from top to bottom, they look like two oval hollows.

The room was equipped with warm lights, and only the two lights by the bed were on. Although the light was dim, it still made Qi Yu look like he had a layer of skin polished. His skin, as white as fresh snow, made the two flowers on his chest look like cherries on a cream cake, which made people salivate.

The man's grip gradually tightened, and wrinkles appeared one after another where the T-shirt was gripped.

His gaze swept over Qi Yu's upper body inch by inch, and his breathing was tighter than his clenched hands. The tightness spread from his rolling throat to his lower abdomen, and then to his lower body. Feng Ji's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and when he spoke again, his voice was a degree hoarseer than before.

"It's time to take off your pants. I'll help you stand up."

Without waiting for Qi Yu to answer, he threw away his T-shirt, grabbed the flexible waist with his free hands, and lifted Qi Yu directly from the bed.

Before Qi Yu could react, he was standing on the bed. The man's hands were still on his waist, and his nose was facing his lower abdomen. His exhaled breath was heavy, hitting his thin belly, causing Qi Yu to reflexively shrink his stomach.

"Are you cold?" One of the hands on the waist was raised and covered on the soft belly.

Qi Yu answered truthfully, "It's not cold."

Not only was Feng Ji not cold, his breath was actually hot, and the calluses on his hands made him feel itchy.

"If you're not cold, put on your shirt later." Feng Ji lowered his eyes and began to unbutton Qi Yu's jeans.

Qi Yu felt dizzy and could hardly stand steadily. As soon as Feng Ji loosened his waist, Qi Yu began to stagger.

In order to ensure his own personal safety, he had to raise his hands to hold the man's broad shoulders, feeling his waist loosen, and his jeans, without the buttons, slid straight off his body and piled up on both sides of his ankles.

The young man's two long and straight legs were exposed to the air, and facing Feng Ji was a thin piece of pure white cloth without his outer pants covering it.

In an instant, Qi Yu felt that the breath hitting his lower abdomen became heavier and felt frighteningly hot like fire.

He looked down and saw that the man who had just been facing his abdomen had his eyes wide open. He kept lowering his head as if possessed, swallowing his saliva as he got closer and closer to the only remaining piece of cloth on his body...

Qi Yu's 400-degree vision couldn't see clearly what was in that look. He just subconsciously felt that something was wrong. He directly held Feng Ji's chin with his hand and lifted the man's face upwards without any explanation. He looked down at him as if he was scolding a greedy dog, "You can't eat it."

He didn't know how beautiful he looked in Feng Ji's eyes, but Qi Yu's hearing, which followed the glasses as they left, allowed him to hear the swallowing sound that became more obvious after he stopped it.

Didn’t Mr. Feng have dinner tonight? Do I feel hungry just by looking at his underwear?

Special Assistant Dangjiu's deeply ingrained sense of service broke through the shackles of alcohol at this moment. Qi Yu's mind couldn't keep up with his legs. He raised his foot and was about to leave, but Feng Ji quickly pulled him back, "Where are you going?"

Qi Yu: "I'll go cook two dishes for you."

Feng Ji choked. The interruption made the heat and impulse in his body fade away a lot. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm not hungry."

Qi Yu persisted, "I heard you swallowing."

Feng Ji picked up the pajamas beside him and put them on Qi Yu directly, physically stopping him from continuing to speak.

Qi Yu was stunned for a moment by the hood on his head. After he put on his shirt, his thoughts became confused, so he didn't ask Feng Ji whether he was hungry or not.

The pajamas belonged to Feng Ji, and they were a little too big for Qi Yu. The hem of the clothes directly covered his underwear, leaving only two white legs exposed.

Feng Ji didn't lower his head when he was giving Qi Yu the nip. He was afraid that he would swallow his saliva again and Qi Yu would hear him and run to the kitchen again.

After all, he could just lower his head and put whatever he wanted to eat into his mouth, without Qi Yu having to go through the trouble of cooking.

Qi Yu, who had taken off his underwear, was in a vacuum state. He felt a little uncomfortable. He glanced at the pajamas in Feng Ji's hand and said, "Boss Feng."

Feng Ji: "What's wrong?"

Qi Yu asked, "Aren't you going to put on some underwear for me?"

Feng Ji was about to put on his pajamas when he stopped, "Your underwear is at home."

Qi Yu was silent.

Feng Ji casually reminded, "You can wear mine."

Qi Yu remained silent.

Feng Ji: "New."

Qi Yu agreed.

A surge of joy surged in his heart. After confirming that Qi Yu was standing firmly, Feng Ji let go of him and walked quickly to the closet. His eyes passed directly over the unopened underwear package, picked up a pair of underwear that clearly showed signs of being changed, and walked quickly back to the bed.

Qi Yu stared at the man's hand holding his underwear. Feng Ji stared at his snow-white legs, his face calm and his heart steady. "New one. Lift your legs."

She lifted her thigh forward, but due to the distance limit, her knee just passed in front of the man, and the feeling of muscle contraction was fleeting.

After changing his clothes, Qi Yu lay back on the bed.

He looked up at the man who was still standing beside the bed. The light outlined the man's figure, like a layer of light blurred by Gaussian, and filled with vague shadows.

Feng Ji stared at him for a long time with an unclear look in his eyes before speaking: "I'm going to take a shower. If you're tired, go to bed first."

Qi Yu didn't say anything, just muttered something. Feng Ji didn't understand, but knew that this was Qi Yu's answer to him, so he walked away.

Qi Yu is nearsighted, and as the man walked away, Qi Yu could not see clearly.

He didn't like the feeling of seeing everything as a mosaic, so he reached out for the glasses on the bedside table and spent a long time trying to pry the temples apart.

After putting on his glasses, Qi Yu immediately raised his head and looked in the direction the man left.

The first thing he saw after his vision cleared was Feng Ji, who was standing sideways in front of the floor-standing clothes rack facing him.

Looking down, the thin summer fabric had no covering ability and had already arched into a terrifying arc.

In addition to his pajamas, Feng Ji also held his newly changed underwear...

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