Chapter 106: Disdain, even the sight went dark, Qi...

Even his vision went dark, and Qi Hanmu couldn't even see the drying box that Luo Miao placed in front of him.

Take a deep breath, hold it, and exhale. Although it doesn't take long, it can eventually relieve the situation a little.

Qi Hanmu's hand holding the cup began to tremble a little at the back, and the bitterness and spiciness of the wine began to rise in his throat, mixed with a sour taste, and he didn't know if it was about to burst out at any time.

Luo Miao was quite good at reading people's expressions. Seeing Qi Hanmu put down his wine glass, he opened the drying box and pushed it in front of Qi Hanmu again. After making sure that Qi Hanmu could see it, he began to sign.

"My lady is coming."

Although Qi Hanmu didn't move at all, Luo Miao inexplicably saw a hint of anticipation in his pupils that were half covered by his eyelids.

Luo Miao was overjoyed and was about to continue speaking when Qi Hanmu raised one hand with his palm facing outward, clearly not wanting to listen.

There was no way, Luo Miao could only sigh inwardly, stand aside, pretend to be a wooden man, and be quiet.

The car stopped outside Quanshanju. Xia Yiqing looked at the magnificent building in the night and sighed softly. It was like catching someone cheating.

But it was also strange. In the past, Qi Hanmu rarely stayed out overnight. Even if he had social engagements, he would tell her in advance through Luo Miao if he was not coming back.

How come he just ran away without even leaving a message today? This is not like him.

When being led upwards, Xia Yiqing finally understood what it meant that people at the bottom could never see what was above. Water flowed down from the top of the mountain according to the height, and climbing up one level at a time was actually very tiring, but there was an elevator that went directly to the top.

The manager even asked with a smile if Xia Yiqing needed to take a sedan chair up. If she felt dizzy in the elevator, there would always be someone waiting to carry the sedan chair.

This was indeed a treatment that she could not get anywhere else. Xia Yiqing politely declined the idea of ​​having others carry her sedan chair, and under the smiling guidance of the manager, she went to the internal elevator.

The glass inside is one-way, and you can only see outside from the inside. People outside cannot see inside, and can only see darkness. In this place, the scenery of the entire Jiangcheng is in sight, and from a distance, it is all prosperous.

On this mountain, it is extremely quiet, except that there are people coming to discuss business from time to time, who meet in the boxes below the mountainside and invite people to drink from time to time.

The wind blows the treetops, creating a sea of ​​green in the sunlight, which is quite interesting to look at.

But when you get to the top floor, the scenery seems to have changed a lot. The boundless green sea turns into a lonely place. Standing on the top floor with your hands behind your back, the wind blows, and it seems that there is only a vast and boundless desert left in your heart.

"Third Master," the manager stepped forward and cautiously announced to the other side of the door, "The Madam has arrived."

Xia Yiqing looked at the tightly closed brass and wooden door, and for the first time she felt as if she were in another world.

Luo Miao opened the door. The smell of alcohol was so strong inside that it was as if one had accidentally entered a wine cellar. From a distance, one could only see the lonely and desolate back of the man.

He was clearly sitting by the bed, but the curtains were never opened. Instead, they were tightly closed, providing continuous darkness in the room.

It seems that he is a person who is unwilling to accept the light and is excluded by the light.

"Third Master," the manager and the others retreated like the tide, and Xia Yiqing was like a shell left on the beach, glittering in the sunlight.

"Third Master, who am I?"

It's not like Xia Feng had never been drunk before. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were vacant, he walked unsteadily, and he mumbled some meaningless words. If he wasn't careful, he would fall to the ground with a thud, or vomit directly, leaving a mess of filth all over the floor.

No matter how you think about it, it doesn't look very decent, and when Qi Hanmu heard this, he actually wanted to laugh.

Anyone who has competed in drinking with others knows that Master Qi San is not as weak as the rumors say, like a heart attack patient today. On the contrary, he drinks both red and white drinks without changing his expression, as if he hadn't drunk anything at all.

He can't get his face flushed when he drinks.

Then Xia Yiqing heard a light laugh, "Qingqing, do you want me to recognize you, or not? You didn't deliberately say it to my right, so how could I not hear it?"

Although the words were still so calm, Xia Yiqing still tasted a bit of self-mockery in them. She didn't know if it was a deeper level of inferiority.

Her heart suddenly felt a little sad, and she quickly stepped forward and hugged the man from behind. The man's shoulders were broad, and fortunately her arm span was not small either, so she could just hug him completely.

He felt the thing he was holding suddenly stiffen, probably because of the muscles resisting it, and then it slowly relaxed. Qi Hanmu's voice sounded a bit rude.

"Why, are you worried about me, or are you expecting me to get drunk and leave your life forever?"

Qi Hanmu did not lose his mind after getting drunk, but compared to usual, he talked a lot more, even a lot more.

Whenever Qi Hanmu exhaled, there would always be a faint aroma of wine, mixed with the medicinal and cold scents on his body. It was almost like a poisonous insect that could corrode the bones and easily devour Xia Yiqing and disintegrate her whole body.

Even with such a dangerous person, Xia Yiqing found that she didn't want to let go. "Yes, not only am I worried about you, I also want to tell you that it's okay if you can't hear. You can turn around and read my lips."

Xia Yiqing is not stupid when it comes to speaking, but after working in society for so long, her ability to speak nice words has not improved. Instead, her ability to solve problems has greatly improved.

So compared to saying nice things to make Qi Hanmu happy, she prefers to directly give a solution.

The hot breath the little girl blew into Qi Hanmu's ear, unknowingly eroding his bones.

Most of his body was numb, but his heart couldn't contain its ecstasy and kept beating wildly.

The man's voice was much hoarse, with a hint of danger in it. "What if I say I don't want to read your lips?"

"Then let's communicate directly using sign language. I can also use sign language."

Perhaps it was to comfort him, or perhaps Xia Yiqing did not pay attention to the distance between them. The posture of hugging someone from the back was too intimate, so that a slightly sensitive person would notice that his breathing had been disordered silently.

Xia Yiqing, who suddenly felt extremely powerful, didn't notice anything was wrong. She heard the man fall silent and continued talking.

"If you really don't want to talk, then we can just be quiet and hug each other. Isn't that nice too?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Yiqing suddenly felt a force breaking free from her arms.

Before she could react, the man had already turned around at lightning speed and hugged her in his arms, catching her off guard.

A cool fragrance mixed with the smell of medicine entered her nose. This scent had been with Xia Yiqing for almost three years, spanning almost most of her youth, those years when vitality was vigorous and vegetation was lush.

She could hardly smell it. The extremely rich and complex fragrance that could envelope her whole body had mixed with Qi Hanmu's heavy heartbeat and was transmitted to Xia Yiqing's heart.

"Qingqing," he was like a beast shedding its hard shell in front of someone close to him, carefully exposing the wounds inside.

"Don't despise me."

The man's voice was extremely low and hoarse, like the low moan of some wild beast, but it was not difficult to hear the pain, worry and fear hidden in it.

Xia Yiqing touched his back, thought for a moment, and then she patted it gently from the top of his head down to his shoulder blades.

"good."

A very short word is worth a thousand words.

As expected, Qi Hanmu's hands around her were like iron clamps, tightening even more.

"Qingqing," the man's voice also became very soft, almost no different from a whisper, but he was emphasizing something that he valued very much, repeating it softly, as if unconsciously.

"Don't despise me, swear, okay."

It was rare to see such a vulnerable side of a man. While Xia Yiqing hugged his back tightly, she also felt the powerful effect of alcohol. It could actually make people tell the truth after drinking, although in a relatively decent way.

"Yeah, okay, I don't mind."

After the two of them sang in unison for three times, Xia Yiqing suddenly had a wonderful idea.

Could it be that Qi Hanmu fled to Quanshanju because she discovered the fact that he could not hear in his right ear yesterday, and he was so ashamed that he didn't know how to face her for a while and was afraid that she would despise him?

This guess was bizarre and inexplicably consistent with all reality. Xia Yiqing couldn't help but feel both amused and confused.

But it must be said that the fragility of those in high positions can make people feel like they are stuck in a quagmire and have no desire to get out. This kind of fragility that is accidentally glimpsed deeply attracts people to explore more and even understand the reasons behind it.

Xia Yiqing was just thinking about whether to ask Qi Hanmu while he was still half awake, when she heard the man hum softly, "Also, do you dislike this?"

Her hand was held by the man's big hand and gently lifted up to the scar on Qi Hanmu's right cheek, then he wiped it quickly and let go.

As if Xia Yiqing's hand had accidentally touched something dirty, Qi Hanmu pursed his lips, frowned, and looked unhappy.

"You're not happy anymore," Xia Yiqing was probably a lot bolder because the man was half drunk. She raised her hand and pinched the smooth milky skin with two fingers.

"Tell me, why are you unhappy?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Yiqing even wanted to cover her mouth. She was so used to coaxing children in the welfare home that she accidentally used the same trick on Qi Hanmu.

Just as she was about to apologize with an embarrassed look on her face, Xia Yiqing was inexplicably hugged even tighter by Qi Hanmu. His jaw was stuck in the crook of her neck, with an irresistible force.

Xia Yiqing was just about to say that it was too stuffy when she suddenly felt boiling liquid rolling down her neck, just like hot oil in a pan, crackling and frying all over her body.

"You," Qi Hanmu's sobbing voice rang in Xia Yiqing's ears, which sounded horrible. After all, who could have known the Third Master's fragile side?

"Did you remember something? You still remember me, right?"

Xia Yiqing was completely at a loss as to what to do, but seeing Qi Hanmu's tears welling up in his eyes and his aggrieved look, she couldn't bring herself to say anything cold and depressing.

Helpless, Xia Yiqing could only bite the bullet and smile, "It's hard to say. Maybe if you can tell me in detail, I might remember it."

"Then tell me first that you don't mind my ears and my scars."

Xia Yiqing had already mastered the technique of coaxing him. She lowered her head and placed a kiss directly between his eyebrows.