Chapter 51 Shen Qi and Song Yinchen That Night

Shen Qi took the drunk Song Yinchen back to his home.

The person lay limply on his shoulder. He stretched out a hand to press the combination lock to open the door. The moment he entered the room and turned on the light, Song Yinchen on his shoulder hummed uncomfortably.

The voice was not loud, but he just leaned over to Shen Qi's ear. Shen Qi froze for a second, his eyes deep.

Song Yinchen on his back didn't know what happened. He pretended to sleep in the car and finally fell asleep.

The driver took them to the garage and helped put Song Yinchen on Shen Qi's back. Shen Qi then took the unconscious Song Yinchen upstairs.

Shen Qi carefully placed the person on his own sofa, glanced at him, and then adjusted the person to a relatively comfortable position.

Looking at the well-behaved Song Yinchen, he couldn't help but touch her face and stroked it gently with his thumb.

Suddenly realizing that he looked like a pervert, he quickly withdrew his hand, looked at the palm that had just taken advantage of someone, and laughed softly.

He turned and walked to the kitchen to prepare some sobering tea. He had to coax Song Yinchen to drink some so that he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable when he woke up tomorrow.

He didn't notice that the moment he turned around, the person lying on the sofa's eyelashes trembled, and the face he touched turned visibly red.

Oh, he was drunk, so you can't even tell that his face is red.

Song Yinchen didn't dare to wake up, for he was afraid that he was dreaming. He had never seen such a gentle Shen Qi before.

Because Shen Qi is always restrained and polite, he is always gentle, always a gentleman, and always keeps a distance.

But just now, when Shen Qi touched his face, the strength in his hands was so light that it seemed as if he had no strength at all. If he had not woken up when he just walked in, he would not have felt the touch on his face at all.

Fortunately, fortunately I was awake.

At this moment, Song Yinchen actually felt like crying, but she was also very scared.

Shen Qi, is that what you mean to yourself?

He heard noises coming from the kitchen and knew that Shen Qi was making sobering tea. He secretly opened his eyes and looked at the figure he had been thinking about day and night.

I watched the man cutting kumquats methodically while boiling water was boiling beside him and honey was prepared in front.

Under the light of the kitchen, the man had a focused look and a gentle face. He had taken off his coat and had rolled up his shirt to his elbows. He held down a small kumquat with his slender fingers while his other hand cut it open neatly.

Even doing these chores in the kitchen is pleasing to men.

Song Yinchen didn't even want to blink, he felt more and more that this was a dream, otherwise how could a secret love in real life be fulfilled like this?

The lights in the entrance hall and the kitchen were on, but Shen Qi didn't turn on the lights in the living room, fearing that the brightness would be too strong and Song Yinchen would not sleep comfortably. So he just used the light from these two places, making the room a little dim, which actually made it convenient for Song Yinchen.

He stared at Shen Qi wantonly while having wild thoughts.

Even Shen Qi had brought over some sobering soup, but he was still thinking.

"Awake?" Shen Qi came over and saw the man with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking. He thought that maybe he had just woken up and saw the unfamiliar environment and was a little confused.

He placed the bowl in his hand on the tea table and reached out to help the man sit up.

When he was about to withdraw his hand, Song Yinchen quickly grabbed his arm. Shen Qi looked at him with confusion, as if asking him something.

When Song Yinchen met his eyes, he felt more and more that it was just an illusion. He let go of his hand slowly in embarrassment.

"It's okay, my mind was a little confused for a moment."

Shen Qi also sat down: "Well, you drank a little too much today, so I made you some hangover soup. You can drink it after it cools down a bit."

Song Yinchen was not too drunk to begin with, and after a short nap, he regained his senses: "Well, thank you."

Shen Qi smiled and said, "Why are you being so polite to me?"

Shen Qi used the remote control to turn on the light in the living room. The surroundings suddenly became brighter and Song Yinchen narrowed his eyes.

After adjusting to the light, Song Yinchen looked around casually and said, "This is my first time visiting your house."

Shen Qi: "Well, I can take you on a tour later."

Song Yinchen was a little surprised. Why was he bringing people to visit his house in the middle of the night? He didn't understand, but he didn't think much about it because he had already attributed what happened when he just entered the house to his own imagination.

Song Yinchen didn't know whether he should agree or not. If he agreed, it seemed a little inappropriate in the middle of the night. If he didn't agree, he would be reluctant to leave.

Before he could come to a conclusion, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have confessed his love at the door of the bar?

What did you say?

Do you have to like someone else? Can't you like me?

Damn, it would have been fine if he hadn’t remembered it. Once he remembered it, Song Yinchen felt like he was struck by lightning and couldn’t sit still at all.

Did Shen Qi hear it?

I was speaking in his ear at that time. He was so close to me, so he should have heard me. But if he heard me, then what was the point of taking me home?

He used the corner of his eye to secretly observe Shen Qi, whose expression was indifferent and nothing could be seen.

Shen Qi also served himself a bowl of sobering soup and was drinking it in small sips.

It seemed that Shen Qi didn't hear it clearly, and Song Yinchen breathed a sigh of relief.

I can't tell whether I feel more relaxed or more disappointed.

He also went to get the bowl of sobering soup on the table, thinking that he should not go sightseeing today. After all, he was still a little impulsive today, and if he said something else, it would be disastrous.

In fact, Shen Qi had been paying attention to him. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his facial expressions kept changing, which was quite cute.

The soup was no longer hot. Song Yinchen didn't care about her image and drank the soup in a few gulps.

Shen Qi was shocked by his boldness: "Why are you drinking so fast?"

Song Yinchen: “…”

Song Yinchen: "I drank too much and I'm a little thirsty."

Shen Qi: "Then tell me, can I not give you water? Do you still want to drink? I'll get you a bottle of mineral water."

Song Yinchen quickly stopped him: "No need to take it, I don't want to drink it. It's too late today, so I'll go back first. I'll visit your house next time."

When Shen Qi heard this, his eyes darkened and he said nothing.

If he didn't say anything, Song Yinchen wouldn't be able to leave.

Then, Shen Qi moved. He walked in front of Song Yinchen and looked down at him: "Song Yinchen, do you remember what you said today?"

When Song Yinchen heard the words, his face turned pale, and all he could think of at that moment was "It's over, Shen Qi heard it, what should I do now?"

When Shen Qi saw the man's face change suddenly, he knew that Song Yinchen was still sharp and he remembered what he had said.

If that's the case, why does this person want to pretend nothing happened and leave?

"Heh." Shen Qi even laughed angrily: "It seems you remember it. Song Yinchen, why are you running?"

Shen Qi looked into Song Yinchen's eyes and slowly approached his face.

A sense of oppression came over me.

Song Yinchen closed his eyes, then opened them again and said in a self-deprecating tone: "Well, I remember, so what?"