Chen Qizhao reeked of alcohol, and when Shen Yuhuai came over, his mind was already spinning at high speed to find a suitable excuse to explain himself.
Shen Yuhuai's gaze stayed on Chen Qizhao for a moment. He saw Chen Qizhao's attire. Maybe it was because of drinking, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and even the tips of his ears were slightly red. He stood in front of him without saying a word, looking well-behaved and helpless, in stark contrast to Yan Kailin who was still throwing a tantrum behind him.
He did not ask, but looked at Chen Qizhao quietly.
Facing Shen Yuhuai's eyes, Chen Qizhao suddenly became nervous and was about to blurt out an excuse.
The drunk had already slid off the hood of the car to the ground, and was still throwing tantrums and trying to sit down. Whenever Yan Kaiqi pulled him, he resisted, and it took a long time for him to get up. Yan Kaiqi sat in the office all year round, and it was difficult for him to help a drunkard who was drunk as a mess. He had to ask for help from the person next to him: "Come and help, this brat is so drunk."
Shen Yuhuai nodded towards Chen Qizhao, "I'll go and help."
Chen Qizhao: “Oh, okay.”
Didn’t Shen Yuhuai see it…?
Yes, you may not be able to see it when you just drive here.
Chen Qizhao put his mind at ease, turned around and wanted to help, and saw Shen Yuhuai easily lifted up one hand of the drunkard Yan Kailin, and together with Yan Kaiqi, pulled the man up directly from the ground. He had no choice but to run over to help open the back door and stuff Yan Kailin into the back seat of the car.
Yan Kailin, who had just entered the car, shouted: "Stupid Yan Kaiqi!!"
Yan Kaiqi, who was exhausted and out of breath, sneered when he saw this.
Chen Qizhao: “…”
The two brothers of the Yan family sat in the back seat. Yan Kaiqi looked disdainful of his younger brother on the surface, but he actually took off his coat after entering the car, and took out a car pillow to cushion him. "Open the back window, he reeks of alcohol, it's suffocating."
Shen Yuhuai closed the back door, turned around and saw Chen Qizhao still standing by the car, he opened the passenger door, “Get in the car, I’ll take you.”
Chen Qizhao's eyes paused slightly, and Cheng Rong's name appeared on his vibrating phone.
He hung up Cheng Rong's phone call and said directly: "Thank you, Brother Huai."
As soon as Chen Qizhao entered the car, Shen Yuhuai had already walked around and entered the passenger seat, opening the window.
The smell of alcohol in the car was even stronger, and the whole car was filled with the smell.
Chen Qizhao drank a little too much tonight, at least more than the last time Shen Yuhuai came to pick him up. Fortunately, there was Yan Kailin, and their attention was all on Yan Kailin.
He was trying to fasten the seat belt, but he missed the buckle when he touched it for the first time.
At this time, Shen Yuhuai, who was sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly leaned over, put his hand slightly on his thigh, and directly pulled the seat belt to fasten him. Shen Yuhuai still had that minty scent on him, which was particularly clear in the car full of alcohol. Chen Qizhao's eyes lingered on him for a moment, as if the other party's hand that had just rested on his leg was still there, rubbing his skin through his clothes.
Even though the other person had left, he always felt a strange feeling on the skin on the side of his leg.
"Let's go home directly." Yan Kaiqi looked at Yan Kailin beside him with a headache, "I don't think he will be able to get up tomorrow in this condition."
"Can you do it alone?" Shen Yuhuai started the car.
Yan Kaiqi: "It's okay. If it doesn't work, I'll ask my aunt to help me."
"Where's Qizhao?" Shen Yuhuai looked at Chen Qizhao, "Where are you going?"
Chen Qizhao blurted out: "School."
Shen Yuhuai was silent for a moment, and then said, “Isn’t S University closed at this time?”
Chen Qizhao: "...a small hotel in front of the school."
He had forgotten about this matter. Every time he and Yan Kailin got drunk in the middle of the night, they would either climb over the dormitory wall to get into the school, or spend the night in a hotel near the school gate. He had long forgotten about the curfew.
Shen Yuhuai: “Yeah.”
There were four people in the car, and not long after getting in, Yan Kailin's snoring could be heard from the back seat.
The drunkard had fallen completely asleep, even soundly asleep. Chen Qizhao didn't get a good rest last night, and he drank a lot today. Yan Kaiqi and Shen Yuhuai were talking occasionally in the car. He gradually felt sleepy in the steady speed of the car and the sound of conversation. He tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.
Shen Yuhuai glanced to the right, and after stopping at the red light, he lowered his voice, "Take the coat next to the car pillow."
Yan Kaiqi in the back seat took out his coat and asked, "Falling asleep?"
"Yeah." Shen Yuhuai took the coat and gently covered Chen Qizhao with it, then raised the car window next to Chen Qizhao's seat.
Seeing his actions, Yan Kaiqi glanced at him with a little concern and keenly discovered something.
For the rest of the journey, Shen Yuhuai slowed down his car a lot. When he arrived at Yan's house, he was 10 minutes later than when he left. He helped Yan Kaiqi help Yan Kailin get on the elevator.
Chen Qizhao opened his eyes only after the others disappeared at the elevator entrance of the underground garage.
The back seat window was also up, and the only ventilation was the window where he sat.
When Shen Yuhuai left, he left a three-finger-wide gap in the window for him. Chen Qizhao did not move, but lowered his eyes to look at his coat. He woke up when Shen Yuhuai covered him with the coat.
The clothes carried the scent of Shen Yuhuai. Unlike the carriage which was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, the minty smell inexplicably made him feel at ease.
His eyes deepened a little, and suddenly he thought of something and closed his eyes again.
On the other side, Shen Yuhuai helped send people to the door of Yan’s house.
"That's it." Yan Kaiqi carried his brother on his back and said, "You came out with me tonight, not because you were worried that I would be tired and drive in the middle of the night, right?"
Shen Yuhuai pressed the elevator door, neither denying nor admitting.
"Thank you for troubling me tonight." Yan Kaiqi said, "Let's go."
When Shen Yuhuai returned to the underground garage, Chen Qizhao in the co-pilot seat was still sleeping, maintaining the posture he had left.
He opened the passenger door and saw out of the corner of his eye that the sleeve of his coat, which had been placed on Chen Qizhao's leg, had slipped to the side.
Shen Yuhuai looked deeply at someone who was sleeping with his eyes closed, then lowered the back of his chair slightly, and then drove to the apartment in the city.
When they arrived at the apartment garage, Shen Yuhuai opened the passenger door and directly carried the 'sleeping' person on his back.
Chen Qizhao rested his chin on Shen Yuhuai's shoulder, his attention all on the other's hand stuck on his knee. The other did not touch his thigh directly, but the wrist joint was stuck on the inside of his thigh. With the friction when walking, an itch that he had never felt before seemed to rise rapidly along the contact point, like a numb feeling, and a faint itchy feeling.
He couldn't help but move.
Shen Yuhuai, who was carrying him on his back, added to the instantaneous change and asked, "Are you awake?"
Chen Qizhao pretended to have just opened his eyes and asked, "Where are we?"
Shen Yuhuai explained: "You just fell asleep, so stay at my place tonight, and I'll take you to school tomorrow."
It was fine when it was installed, but once the force of installation was removed, the friction on the side of the leg became even worse.
Chen Qizhao couldn't help but say, "I can walk by myself."
Shen Yuhuai smiled and asked, “Are you not drunk?”
Chen Qizhao explained clumsily: "I'm not drunk, just a little sleepy."
Shen Yuhuai said, but he didn’t put him down, “We’re almost at the apartment.”
The elevator door opened and two people appeared in front of Shen Yuhuai's apartment.
Chen Qizhao got off Shen Yuhuai and took off his shoes obediently. A pair of slippers was already placed in front of him.
"The guest room isn't cleaned yet, you can sleep in my room tonight."
Shen Yuhuai took his hand, led him to the door of the room, and opened it.
Chen Qizhao came to Shen Yuhuai's apartment last time when he pretended to be drunk, but he was pretending at that time. This was the first time he came here sober. He noticed the smell of alcohol on his body and took the initiative to say, "I don't usually drink so much."
"Really?" Shen Yuhuai asked, "How much do you usually drink?"
“…”
Chen Qizhao realized that he had dug a hole for himself, and said it with a guilty conscience: "I don't usually drink."
Shen Yuhuai responded: “Yeah.”
Chen Qizhao changed his words and said, "I want to take a shower first."
He reeked heavily of alcohol.
Shen Yuhuai entered the room, took out pajamas from the closet and handed them to Chen Qizhao, and also took out a pair of underwear for him. He went into the master bedroom bathroom and ran some water. "My underwear is freshly washed but not worn. There's hot water to the left. Adjust the water temperature here."
He turned around and looked at Chen Qizhao who was standing at the door: "Don't shout at me. Don't close the bedroom door. You may not hear it because of the soundproofing."
"Okay." Chen Qizhao held the clothes and lowered his eyes to look at the underwear tucked in his pajamas.
Shen Yuhuai: "I'll make you a hangover soup."
After the people left, Chen Qizhao stood in the bathroom and looked at the bathroom which was not much different from that in his previous life. His eyes stopped on the mirror in the bathroom and he saw a completely different self from that in his previous life.
In the quiet apartment, the sound of dripping water came from the direction of the bedroom.
Shen Yuhuai was cooking a hangover soup and had some ice cubes ready to warm up later.
About ten minutes later, there was a sound of the bedroom door opening. Chen Qizhao came out of the bathroom and put his changed clothes on the chair in the living room. When he turned his head to look, Shen Yuhuai brought the cooked soup over.
The boy was wearing loose pajamas, with the slightly longer trouser legs and shirt legs folded up, a towel draped over his shoulders, and his hair was wet and still dripping.
Perhaps because his clothes were loose, he looked a little empty and very thin.
Shen Yuhuai retracted his gaze and placed the hangover soup on the table next to the sofa. "Put the soup here. It has cooled down. It should be just right to drink."
"Thank you, Brother Huai." Chen Qizhao sat down on the sofa, and when he turned around, he found that Shen Yuhuai was walking towards the bathroom. He stared at the hangover soup for a while, and finally picked it up and took a sip.
After a while, footsteps were heard behind me.
Chen Qizhao was drinking his soup without looking back when the towel draped over his shoulders was suddenly taken away. He was stunned for a moment and was about to look back.
A large hand covered his head, and through the towel, the knuckles pressed into his hair, gently wiping his hair.
Chen Qizhao said in a daze: "Brother Huai."
"You drink the soup." Shen Yuhuai said, "If you drink and wash your hair, you will have a headache tomorrow if you don't dry it."
Chen Qizhao said nothing. He lowered his head to drink the soup, feeling the vague pressure on his head.
Soon, the towel was taken away and replaced by a whirring hair dryer.
Chen Qizhao froze in his tracks, unable to utter a word for a moment.
All the feelings are concentrated in the head.
Without the towel blocking the way, the feeling of Shen Yuhuai's fingertips on his hair became clearer and clearer. His nails scraped his scalp several times. An indescribable feeling of inspiration rising straight to the sky made Chen Qizhao tighten his grip on the bowl of sobering soup. The soup shook twice, and he couldn't swallow the soup in his mouth.
Chen Qizhao pretended to be calm, scratching the blanket in the living room with his toes to resist the tingling sensation coming from his bones.
Suddenly, Shen Yuhuai's fingertips brushed across the back of his neck.
Chen Qizhao couldn't control himself and groaned slightly.
"Don't move." A man's hoarse voice came from above his head.
Instead, Shen Yuhuai used his back fingers to exert force, slightly closing the back of his neck as if he was holding it. Shen Yuhuai pressed four fingers on the back of his neck. Chen Qizhao was like a small animal whose back was grabbed. He froze in an instant and dared not move.
The hair dryer stopped.
The rubbing feeling should bring a stronger sense of stimulation.
But at the moment when Shen Yuhuai pressed down on the back of his neck, the sensation brought by the static movement was indeed a hundred times stronger.
Ice-cold fingertips, just the right amount of strength. Chen Qizhao's mind went blank at that moment, and his whole body tensed up. However, he had no intention of escaping from that suppression. A thunderous beating sound came from his chest.
Shen Yuhuai stood behind Chen Qizhao, looking down at the obedient boy with his head down, with his neck fully exposed without any cover.
The slightly raised cervical spine, the beautiful sides extending into the clothes, a few strands of wet hair sticking to the fair skin, the vision is filled with an indescribable sexiness.
Shen Yuhuai's Adam's apple moved.
Soon, he eased the pressure and restarted the hair dryer along the beautiful lines of the back of her neck.
It may have been less than five minutes, but Chen Qizhao felt that the time had been exceptionally long.
He had completely forgotten what the hangover soup smelled like. What lingered in his nose was the smell of shampoo, with the faint minty scent of Shen Yuhuai. He didn't feel that the hangover soup helped to sober him up. Instead, he felt that the hot air from the hair dryer was a little hot, and it was burning his face.
The hair dryer stopped.
Chen Qizhao suddenly came to his senses.
Shen Yuhuai smoothed his hair, rolled up the cord of the hair dryer and put it aside, “Are you done drinking?”
“Yeah.” Chen Qizhao responded, and saw Shen Yuhuai walk around the sofa, pick up the bowl, and walk towards the kitchen, “Then go and rest.”
Chen Qizhao stood up and walked towards the bedroom, but he stopped when he was out of sight of the kitchen.
The sound of running water came from the kitchen sink. He turned and stopped by the wall, and saw Shen Yuhuai's figure on the other side of the glass. He stopped and looked for a long time, until the beating of his chest subsided.
Chen Qizhao withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes to look at the palm of his hand.
When Shen Yuhuai finished his work and returned to the bedroom, Chen Qizhao was sleeping with his back to the bedroom door. When he was about to take away the pillow on the outside, the person lying on the bed suddenly turned around. He stopped and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Chen Qizhao moved to the inside of the bed, wrapped in a quilt, looked at Shen Yuhuai with a pair of eyes, and said, “The bed is big enough, you don’t have to sleep outside.”
"Yeah." Shen Yuhuai paused slightly, and his hand on the pillow loosened, "You go to sleep first, I'll go change my clothes."
By the time I actually lay down, it was already past four in the morning.
Time passed slowly, her breathing became steady and shallow, and the man's warm body temperature seemed to come over her.
Chen Qizhao faced the people and opened his eyes in the darkness.
He was a little dissatisfied.
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At seven o'clock in the morning, Shen Yuhuai's biological clock took effect and he opened his eyes.
Less than three hours of sleep made him frown slightly. When he tilted his head, he noticed Chen Qizhao who was sleeping curled up beside him. The latter was sleeping on his side, with one arm pressed on the quilt and his head less than a fist away from his shoulder. .
His breathing was steady, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, unlike yesterday when he was pretending to sleep in the car.
Shen Yuhuai's eyes moved away from the boy's hair, looking at his hair that was like a nest of grass, and his well-behaved and quiet sleeping face. The scene outside the villa yesterday inexplicably emerged in his mind.
The other person had a cigarette in his hand, and when he squinted his eyes, he looked like a vigilant yet lazy little fox.
Shen Yuhuai didn't smoke, but in the dim night, he could sense an indescribable feeling from the other person's posture and movements.
Looking calmly at the person in front of him, the irritability caused by lack of sleep seemed to disappear.
He was about to move, but the boy next to him moved first, his hand inadvertently pressing on his chest and his head resting directly on his shoulder.
Shen Yuhuai didn't move, his eyes rested on Chen Qizhao's hand.
How much weight can a hand have? But Shen Yuhuai felt like he had difficulty breathing.
After a long time, Shen Yuhuai finally moved.
He gently grasped the boy's wrist and lifted his hand up to the side.
After getting out of bed, Shen Yuhuai's gaze paused, he lifted the boy's hand again and carefully put it into the quilt.
The skin in his hand was delicate and Chen Qizhao's fingers were slightly bent.
Looks like a small one.
The sleep after drinking was particularly good. When Chen Qizhao woke up the next day, it was already a little late. Shen Yuhuai did not wake him up, so he skipped a class openly.
When I opened the bedroom door, I saw the other person standing in the kitchen, stirring something with one hand and talking on the phone with the other.
"Please ask for leave for me this morning."
Chen Yuhuai said: "I can catch up with the experiment in the afternoon. Please help me get the report on the desk in the dormitory. I may not have time to go back."
Chen Qizhao nodded at him, and the latter pointed to the location of the restaurant, as if asking him to come over.
Shen Yuhuai seemed to be still chatting with someone about the experiment. Chen Qizhao noticed the sumptuous breakfast on the table in the restaurant. After sitting down and seeing that Shen Yuhuai had not come over, he picked up his phone to look at the messages that had accumulated overnight. The most exciting thing that caught his eye was the red message with the number 30 after Yan Kailin's name. Without clicking on it, he had already seen a series of exclamation marks in the message prompt.
[-Zhao: ...]
[-Yan Kailin: One misstep leads to eternal regret [crying]]
[-Zhao: Oh. ]
[-Yan Kailin: Why didn’t you take me with you to escape last night? God knows how painful it was for me when I woke up in the morning and saw Yan Kaiqi’s face. ]
[-Zhao: Then you woke up quite early. ]
[-Yan Kailin: Is this the point? ! ! ]
Chen Qizhao teased Yan Kailin for a few words and then left to check other news.
The email was not updated last night. In the morning, Chen Shiming sent him two messages, asking him whether he would go home over the weekend. The rest was that Cheng Rong asked where they went last night, saying that the driver didn't find anyone when he arrived, and he also sent him two messages.
[-Cheng Rong: I was scared to death. When you called Linzi and heard his brother’s voice, I felt something was wrong. Were you caught by your brother? ]
Chen Qizhao glanced at Shen Yuhuai in the kitchen and replied no.
Then he sent a message.
[-Zhao: Do you have any general impression of who you invited yesterday? ]
[-Cheng Rong: I don’t have any impression of this. There were a lot of people coming. I just shouted in my circle of friends. ]
[-Cheng Rong: Why are you asking this? What's up? ]
[-Zhao: I seemed to see someone yesterday. I had seen him before when I was with Qin Xingfeng. ]
Chen Qizhao lied, but Cheng Rong called immediately after seeing this.
Cheng Rong was a shrewd man after all. He still remembered how Qin Xingfeng had set a trap for them behind their backs. "Qin Xingfeng? That kid's man?"
"I'm not sure, maybe I saw it wrong." Chen Qizhao glanced at Chen Yuhuai and said in a low voice: "If you don't remember, then forget it."
"I really don't have any impression of the person, and I don't know who the person you are talking about is."
Cheng Rong thought for a moment and said, "I'll go ask the villa. There should be surveillance cameras at the swimming pool. I'll send them to you when the time comes."
After the two finished their conversation and hung up the phone, Chen Qizhao switched to his phone's photo album thoughtfully.
Ever since Qin Xingfeng tricked Cheng Rong, Cheng Rong has become much more cautious in making friends. If he knew that someone related to Qin Xingfeng appeared in the swimming pool, he could not have not cared. You have to know that all the people present last night were people he had friendships with. Cheng Rong has always been wary of friends stabbing him in the back, let alone people related to Qin Xingfeng.
Considering Cheng Rong's shrewdness, he will investigate this matter promptly and won't take any drastic measures.
His main purpose was to confirm his doubts afterwards. He had an inexplicable premonition about last night's party. It would be best to have surveillance, at least he could see who was there.
After sending the message, Chen Qizhao opened his mobile phone album, which contained several photos of suspicious people taken at the party last night. He swiped through the photos for a few seconds, and his hand suddenly stopped on one of the photos.
The photo shows the man by the swimming pool yesterday. Chen Qizhao didn’t see this man at all in the second half, which means that he only stayed at the party for a while. He was still a little suspicious about the behavior of the young master of the Sun family last night. In addition, there were extra eyes in the venue. Except for some people who were simply interested in their group, he remained on guard against the rest of the people who followed him.
The position where the man was sitting by the swimming pool was a bit tricky. The distance was far enough that it was difficult to see him clearly if you adjusted the angle slightly. It was easy to ignore the person opposite you, and even if you noticed, you couldn't see his face clearly.
Chen Qizhao accidentally noticed the man opposite him when he was drinking with others. He thought it was strange because he was sitting opposite him for a long time, drinking alone, and there was no one else around him. So he took a photo in the opposite direction when no one was paying attention.
At this time, Shen Yuhuai placed a bowl of soy milk in front of Chen Qizhao.
Chen Qizhao came back to his senses, and just turned back to meet Shen Yuhuai’s eyes, “Brother Huai, have you finished your call?”
"Yeah." Shen Yuhuai's gaze stayed on a man whose face he couldn't see clearly in Chen Qizhao's phone for a moment, and the next second Chen Qizhao turned off the phone screen.
He put the soup spoon into Chen Qizhao's bowl and asked casually, "Are you looking at the photos?"
Chen Qizhao said: "No, I was just looking through the photo album out of boredom."
Shen Yuhuai responded, and told Chen Qizhao about what happened in the morning: “Your assistant called in the morning, and I answered the phone for you and asked him to ask for leave for you in the morning.”
He then added: "Will I take you back to school after dinner?"
Chen Qizhao's gaze shifted slightly and stopped at Shen Yuhuai's hand.
The other person was stirring the soy milk in the bowl. His slightly bent finger bones looked particularly beautiful, and some of the touches from last night seemed to be very close.
"Why don't you eat?" Shen Yuhuai looked at Chen Qizhao, who was looking at him.
Maybe it's because of the light, the eyeballs are a little brown.
"Brother Huai, the back of my neck hurts a little."
Chen Qizhao said, "Can you help me take a look?"
Shen Yuhuai put down the spoon after hearing this, “Where, let me see.”
Chen Qizhao lowered his head slightly, and when Shen Yuhuai's fingers touched the back of his neck, the slightly cool touch spread along his skin to his limbs and bones, and his attention stayed on Shen Yuhuai's fingertips.
Shen Yuhuai asked calmly, "This?"
Chen Qizhao: “A little to the left.”
He moved his fingers along the left side of the cervical spine and pressed hard with his fingertips. "Does it hurt?"
"Maybe a little lower." Chen Qizhao said again.
When the knuckles finally stopped at a certain place, Shen Yuhuai asked again: "This?"
Chen Qizhao's voice was normal. He lowered his head, his hair hanging down slightly. In the corner where Shen Yuhuai couldn't see, his eyes were unusually calm. He seemed to be sure: "Yes."
Human hearts are too hard to satisfy.
Once encouraged, greed will only grow.
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