Song Qingmo was lowering his head at the moment. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or what, but Song Qingmo's head was shaking in Mu Hengshi's hand. Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo like this and thought it was a little cute. But when he thought of this idea in his mind, he quickly released the hand that was clamped on Song Qingmo.
Song Qingmo was not paying attention for a moment and was about to fall headfirst to the ground. Mu Hengshi suddenly looked nervous and quickly grabbed Song Qingmo's collar with his hands to avoid skin contact with Song Qingmo.
"Cough! Cough..." Song Qingmo was nearly strangled by the lifting, and he started coughing uncomfortably. Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo, who was choking and crying, and had no intention of helping him. He lifted him to the bedside and threw Song Qingmo onto the bed.
Song Qingmo struggled on the bed, turned over, and sat up slightly. This made his already messy clothes even more chaotic. Some of his hair stuck to his forehead, and tears flowed down his eyes. At this moment, Song Qingmo restrained his usual sharpness and showed his original dependence on his parents. Mu Heng looked at Song Qingmo lying on the bed with an angry face, but he always exuded a well-behaved and gentle air. Something seemed to tickle his heart.
He reached out to touch Song Qingmo's head, but just as the thought came out, he felt as if his head was hit by a nail, and his head was splitting with pain. He covered his head, and after a while, the look in his eyes when he looked at Song Qingmo became as cold and ruthless as before, full of disgust.
Mu Hengshi took something out of his pocket, clamped Song Qingmo's mouth violently, and without saying anything, took out a small pill from the bottle and made Song Qingmo swallow it.
"Pfft, pfft, what is this?" Song Qingmo threw a pill into his mouth. He had a natural aversion to medicine and quickly tried to spit it out. But the colorless and tasteless thing melted in his mouth, so Song Qingmo couldn't get it out.
Song Qingmo looked at Mu Heng with anger. Mu Heng frowned at Song Qingmo's wet eyes and said, "Don't look at me with such disgusting eyes."
After Mu Hengshi finished speaking, he counted silently in his mind. Sure enough, within a few moments, Song Qingmo fainted. Looking at Song Qingmo lying on the bed, Mu Hengshi wrapped his hands with a tissue and then pinched Song Qingmo's neck and collarbone, leaving some red marks.
After finishing everything, he threw the handkerchief wrapped around his hand into the trash can as if it were something dirty. Not feeling it was enough, he went to the bathroom and washed it again. When he came out, he took out the sheets that had been prepared in advance from the cloakroom, packed up Song Qingmo and the sheets, and threw them on the cold floor tiles. He then made a new mattress and lay down on the bed.
Not long after, the people at the banquet seemed to notice that Mu Hengshi was missing and began to look for him. Mu Hengshi listened to the noise outside and saw that the time was almost right. He picked up Song Qingmo, who was curled up on the ground, and pulled him out of his restraints.
He folded up the extra bedding and put it in the cloakroom, letting Song Qingmo lie down with him. Mu Hengshi also messed up his clothes, suppressed his strange feeling and hugged Song Qingmo in an intimate posture.
The waiter knocked politely on the door and respectfully called out to the person inside, "Mr. Mu, are you there? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Seeing that there was no response from Mu Hengshi's room, everyone urged the waiter to knock again, "Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu, are you there?" Mu's mother saw a circle of people gathered here, and she naturally knew what was going on inside. She didn't want these people to ruin the situation. She had set up a special plan today.
It would be bad to let others know what happened to Song Qingmo here. So they walked over. "What are you doing here? Are you here to look for Heng Shi? He's a little tired today, so I told him to rest first. Ladies and gentlemen, if you have anything to say, you can go to the banquet or talk to me. Let's not bother you anymore." The host had spoken, and they didn't want to bother him any more. They left the stairwell on the third floor and headed towards the banquet hall.
When Mu Hengshi saw the voices of those people fade away, he knew it was his mother's work. He secretly sneered in his heart, not expecting that his mother would have the same idea as him today.
Logically speaking, those people had already left, so there was no need for him to hug Song Qingmo and pretend. The moment Song Qingmo hugged him, he felt the warmth on his body. He suppressed his nausea and wanted to push Song Qingmo away, but his hands seemed to be disobeying his will, and his body went against his will. He hugged Song Qingmo in response.
Mu Hengshi felt irritated. How could this happen? He couldn't even push the person away. He moved his hands again, but still couldn't push Song Qingmo away. After a bit of a mental struggle, Mu Hengshi gradually felt the first long-lost sleepiness in three years. He closed his eyes, thinking that out of sight, out of mind, and slowly sank into sleep.
After a night of drunkenness, Song Qingmo woke up the next day with a severe headache. He felt trapped, unable to move, and felt stuffy and hot. He also noticed that the wall he was leaning against was actually moving. After realizing this, Song Qingmo's sleepiness faded, and with his eyes wide open, he pushed the wall in front of him, trying to get away from him.
Mu Hengshi slept very deeply and comfortably. He was still half asleep and half awake when he found that something seemed to be moving on his body. He hummed a few times in confusion and clapped his hands, signaling Song Qingmo to be quiet.
Song Qingmo felt something on his back... that... seemed to be a hand? His eyes suddenly widened, as if they were about to pop out. He immediately shrank his body as much as possible, not daring to move. Because he realized that this was someone else's chest, not a wall! And he would not mistake the deep and hoarse voice just now, it was Mu Hengshi's. Song Qingmo was petrified at this moment, his brain was a mess, he didn't know how he was in bed with Mu Hengshi. And Mu Hengshi still had a boyfriend, wouldn't he be... No, no, no, no, he must be overthinking it, his clothes were still on, and Mu Hengshi didn't like him.
Song Qingmo began to struggle again. Just now, while struggling, he seemed to have bumped into something hard on his waist and abdomen. "......!" Song Qingmo was completely afraid to move now. He tried to keep himself as far away from Mu Hengshi as possible.
Seeing that Mu Hengshi hadn't moved for a long time, Song Qingmo slowly slid down, trying to get out of Mu Hengshi's strong arms. Mu Hengshi was disturbed by the sparse sounds under the sheets and couldn't sleep anymore. He opened his eyes with unprecedented clarity. He seemed to remember that he and Song Qingmo were in the same bed. He lifted the sheets and saw Song Qingmo sneakily shrinking under him.
Mu Hengshi, "..."
Song Qingmo, "..."
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