Chapter 13 Does it hurt?
"The chapter title is - "Drunk Compulsion"."
Xie Yu: “…”
He had skimmed through the novel before, but because there were too many mosaics and it hurt his eyes, he didn't read all the chapters carefully. Now the system read out the chapter titles in a cold electronic voice, and his three views were shaken for a moment, and he was a little speechless.
The system looked at him lovingly: "Host, we are a post. Words like this will appear from time to time. You have to get used to it."
Xie Yu: “…”
He pressed his forehead and said, "Please bring up the chapter."
Large spots of light appeared on the bright blue screen, converging into long paragraphs of text.
Xie Yu read ten lines at a glance and roughly understood the plot.
The plot of the post is always simple and crude. It is said that on this night, Master Xie went crazy for some reason and got drunk alone. When he returned to the hotel, he felt the room was cold and empty and lonely. Thinking of the beauty he had an agreement with, he simply called Shen Ci to come over.
System comment: "How strange! Would the original owner drink alone?"
Young Master Xie can't stand loneliness, so he always calls his friends to come with him.
Xie Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if thinking about something, but did not respond. He just said, "Let's read on first."
The current Chen Ci is fine, but the Chen Ci in the novel is in very bad shape. His physical foundation is poor, and he has never been well taken care of. He has a lot of problems such as hypoglycemia and dizziness. He was also played with by the original owner for several days in a row, so he developed a high fever and was admitted to the hospital.
But Master Xie didn't care whether he was sick or not, or whether he went to the hospital or not. He even thought that having a high fever was fun, so he sent someone directly to the hospital to bring Shen Ci over.
"System." Xie Yu pointed at the plot, "It's stuck at the first step."
The protagonist of the novel was hospitalized with a high fever, but Shen Ci was not hospitalized. Which hospital should he go to to pick him up?
The system was used to this kind of minor collapse. It said weakly: "It only takes 60 points anyway, you can go to the school to pick me up."
Xie Yu then called, speaking in a drunken tone, as bad as ever: "Assistant Professor Shen, where is the person?"
It’s late at night, so he should be at school.
Unexpectedly, Shen Ci lowered his voice: "In the hospital."
There was a lot of noise in the background, and there was the sound of equipment being turned on. Xie Yu paused, and his drunken voice could no longer hold back: "What's wrong with you?"
He didn't do anything to the protagonist.
Shen Ci lowered his voice very softly: "Come to see grandma." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "It's not me, I'm fine."
After saying this, Shen Ci himself felt awkward, as if Xie Yu would care whether he had any problems.
On the other end of the phone, Xie Yu said "oh", leaned back on the sofa, and turned his voice back to his drunken state: "Come to the hotel tonight, I'll send someone to pick you up from the hospital."
Shen Ci covered the receiver with one hand, his voice mixed in the complicated background noise, vague: "Okay."
He put down the phone, looked at the old woman beside the bed, and leaned over: "Grandma, I have something to do in the lab, I have to go."
The old woman has gray hair on her temples and her skin is covered with age spots due to pigmentation, but her brow bones and nose arch are still straight and straight, and judging from her bone structure, she must have been a beautiful woman when she was young.
Hearing this, the old man looked at Shen Ci, patted the back of his hand with the needle, and said in a hoarse tone: “It’s so late, is there anything else in the laboratory?”
Shen Ci: “Well, it’s the project cycle now, and the lab is very busy.”
The old woman looked at him quietly. At her age, most of her eyes would be cloudy, but her eyes were clear. She asked calmly, "Who called you just now?"
Shen Ci’s fingers jumped.
He pulled his fingers out, picked up an apple from the fruit basket, lowered his eyes and peeled it: "A friend."
"Just friends?"
The old woman's hand was on the back of Shen Ci's hand. She was aware of her grandson's movements, but she didn't expose them. She continued, "I've been hospitalized recently, and I feel that the service has improved a lot. I can't understand the names of the medicines in the bottles. The nurses said that they are all imported and very expensive. Sometimes they can't be bought... Xiao Ci, tell grandma, where do you get the money? Where do you get the way?"
Shen Ci sighed: "It was the friend I just mentioned, he lent it to me."
The old woman looked him up and down. Shen Ci was somewhat similar to her when she was young, both of them had a calm appearance. In comparison, Shen Ci rarely smiled, his brows were more severe, and he could arouse certain desires more.
She slowly closed her eyes: "If you are really a friend, bring him to me to meet you that day."
Shen Ci was stunned and said briefly: "He——"
He slowed down his tone without leaving any trace: "Grandma, he is very busy with work and career, and his schedule is very tight. He may not be free."
Young Master Xie did whatever he wanted, and Shen Ci didn't think he had any weight in Xie Yu's heart, so he could trouble him to go to the hospital.
Although the old man's eyesight was blurry, he was very clear-headed. The way Young Master Xie lived a life of luxury and luxury cars and famous watches was something that ordinary people couldn't learn, and Shen Ci couldn't find someone to impersonate him.
The old woman said nothing, but just looked at him, with indescribable sadness hidden in her dark eyes. After a long time, she closed her eyes and said, "If he is really a friend and has helped so much, it should be okay for grandma to thank him in person, right?"
Shen Ci could only say: “I’ll ask if he’s free.”
He stood up, left the ward, looked in the floor-length mirror, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The person in the mirror looked good. In fact, because the hotel bed was soft and the air-conditioning temperature was suitable, he slept well in the past two days and looked even better than before.
He thought to himself, "I shouldn't be able to see anything."
What Shen Ci didn't know was that this plot also appeared in the novel. At that time, his complexion was much uglier than it is now. His face was pale and his lips were bloodless. Every time he came to see his grandmother, he had to put on some makeup to cover it up.
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In the hotel, Xie Yu was setting up the scene.
The original owner was drunk and unconscious, and the whole suite was filled with the smell of alcohol, but Xie Yu was not interested in that, as it would damage his liver and kidneys, and being really drunk would affect his performance. So he just opened two bottles of rum brandy, got himself three-quarters drunk, and when his face turned red, he splashed some on his shirt and around the room.
The temperature in the room was high and the wine was easy to evaporate. Soon, the whole house was filled with the rich aroma of wine, mixed with the fireless incense with the flavor of sandalwood and ebony, which really had a taste of decadence.
Xie Yu took a bath, ruffled his hair, and casually pulled on his bathrobe, unfastening the belt, exposing a large area of skin on his chest, creating an atmosphere of a hangover, and then he lay down on the sofa at the time when Shen Ci would come.
This was the scene Shen Ci saw when he arrived.
He first smelled the strong odor of alcohol in the room and frowned slightly. Then he looked at the sofa. Master Xie was sleeping on it with his forehead supported by his hand and his brows furrowed, as if he was sleeping very uneasily.
Shen Ci walked to his side and sat down on the edge of the mat to prevent Xie Yu from rolling down, then he fastened the straps for him to cover his exposed chest, and then touched his face: “Xie Yu?”
Xie Yu still had his eyes closed.
Shen Ci sighed: "You asked me to accompany you, but when I came, you fell asleep?"
He went to the bathroom to get a towel, wet it with water, and wiped the sweat off Xie Yu's forehead. Then he put his hand across his shoulder blade, trying to carry him to the bed.
If you curl up on the sofa for a night, you'll probably catch a cold.
Xie Yu: “…”
He was pretending to sleep, not really sleeping.
According to the script, after Shen Ci came in, he found Xie Yu drunk, so he washed up without saying a word, and then sat at the side table to read a book, until Xie Yu turned over in a half-awake state, fell off the sofa, and hurt his coccyx. Then he got up in a rage, grabbed Shen Ci, dragged him to the bed, and then pressed on him.
At this point, most of the plot was completed. As for the mosaics and lines in the back, Xie Yu decided to improvise and perform as appropriate, so he slept on the sofa in a disheveled state.
But Shen Ci didn't go to read. He tried to carry Xie Yu to the bed.
Xie Yu had no choice but to skip the previous steps. He stood up, reached out to grab Shen Ci, and then threw him onto the bed, pressing his whole body on him.
The hotel mattress is very soft, so I don't have to worry about getting hurt from falling.
Shen Ci was stunned, raised his hand to refuse: “Thank you…!”
Xie Yu cursed in his heart, then controlled his two wrists, firmly holding them in his palms, and exerting a little force, Shen Ci raised his hands above his head, exposing all his vulnerable parts.
Due to the intense movements of the two, Shen Ci's shirt was lifted up, revealing a flat and firm belly, revealing a section of his waistline, which was smooth and beautiful.
Xie Yu lowered his eyes to take a look, then looked away, frowning in dissatisfaction: "You are so slow."
At the same time, he tightened his abdomen.
Next, Shen Ci kicked him in the lower abdomen with his knee. According to Xie Yu's design, he would loosen his grip in pain, then pretend to be furious, bully him a few times, say a few dirty words, and then lie down and pretend to sleep.
But Shen Ci didn’t kick, Xie Yu’s face was so close, the other person’s figure cast a heavy shadow on him, his face was also hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Shen Ci's pupils shrank slightly, and he reacted belatedly.
Xie Yu was drunk.
Some people's tempers become completely different after drinking. They become more gloomy and violent, and will beat others. Shen Ci doesn't know what Xie Yu is like when he is drunk, but he knows that Xie Yu has bipolar disorder.
People with bipolar disorder are likely to be more irritable than normal people when they are drunk.
This posture was very strange, and the exposed belly made people feel extremely unsafe. Shen Ci frowned and endured it, but his body trembled uncontrollably. He observed Xie Yu calmly and wanted to say something to comfort him, but when he struggled to move his wrist, it was held tighter.
"hiss--"
My wrist is bent upwards and it hurts a bit.
There was only one bedside lamp on in the bedroom. In the darkness, the touch of the skin was more acute. Xie Yu's breath was close at hand, and a huge sense of oppression came. Shen Ci was like a fish on a chopping board, and the hot air sprayed behind his ears. The scorching heat came from where their bodies were pressed together. A thin piece of clothing could not block it.
The Shen Ci in the novel never cried out in pain, and no matter how brutal the original owner was, he would never beg for mercy from him. But on this soft big bed, with the quilt tightly wrapped around him, and feeling Xie Yu who was completely different from during the day, Shen Ci suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
During the day, Xie Yu was lazy and comfortable, like a wealthy and idle man who didn't care about anything. But now, Xie Yu felt extremely oppressive, like a ferocious hunting beast.
What would Xie Yu do? Would he use the tools in the box, or would he... hit him?
Shen Ci pursed his lips, tasting a bit of bitter pain, and a sour feeling rose in his chest, which he couldn't suppress. He tilted his head and buried his face in the quilt to hide his overly complicated emotions, but his wrists were held obediently without even a struggle.
He whispered, "Xie Yu, it hurts."
He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes drooping like a fan, and looked at the lost soul: "It hurts."
Xie Yu let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
He was only three-quarters drunk, his mind was still clear, and when he heard Shen Ci cry out in pain, he subconsciously thought that he had used too much force.
Shen Ci was stunned and curled his fingers silently.
He didn't expect Xie Yu to be able to hear him, let alone that Xie Yu would let go. It was just his wrist being held down, how painful could it be? It wasn't even as painful as the pain of frostbite on hands when washing clothes in winter. He was just pretending to be so because Xie Yu was drunk and couldn't hear him, as if he had never suffered and couldn't stand it.
It's really pretentious.
But Xie Yu happened to hear it.
Shen Ci broke away from Xie Yu, turned his face to the side, and stopped talking.
Then, the rich aroma of wine came over, and the taste of rum was clear and sweet. Xie Yu moved closer. Shen Ci was not sure what he was going to do, so he just waited with his nerves tense, but in the end he was not as nervous as before.
How excessive could the actions of someone who would stop even if he cried out in pain be?
The next second, Xie Yu pulled the quilt over him and wrapped him up completely. He touched the skin on his wrist with his fingertips and pinched it to see if he was drunk. His tone was a little hesitant: "Does it really hurt?"
Shen Ci was completely buried in the quilt, with only his hands raised above his head, exposed. Xie Yu held his wrists under the light, and his slender knuckles shrank and curled up uneasily under his gaze.
This posture is too weird.
At this point, most of the plot was completed, and the rest was mosaics. Xie Yu was not ready to continue, so he asked: "System, what's the score?"
The system emerged silently and said weakly: "About 50. If you stick to it for a while, you can get to 55."
It no longer expects the host to have a high score, 60 is fine, 600,000 years old.
Xie Yu then lay down flat on his back, pulled the person into his arms, rested his head on Shen Ci's shoulder, and said softly: "I'm drunk, I won't bother you anymore, go to sleep."
He is not very good at drinking, and after all that going on at night, he was really sleepy.
Shen Ci paused, he was surrounded by the scent of rum brandy, his body became lazy and limp, he wanted to speak, but Xie Yu covered his eyes.
His eyelashes brushed across his palms. Facing the doubtful inquiry of the person in his arms, Xie Yu said firmly, "It's late, go to bed."
...Forced to sleep, can be considered forced.
The two fell silent for a moment. Xie Yu found a comfortable position, closed his eyes for a while, and his breathing gradually became calm.
He fell asleep.
“…”
In the darkness, Chen Ci raised his hand hesitantly and vaguely wrapped his arms around Xie Yu. His fingertips touched his back, then withdrew as if burned. He did this several times before gently placing his fingertips on it.
The next moment, he frowned suddenly.
——Where the fingertips touched, there was a mark of scar.
The author has something to say:
I thought about the hospital chapter and it was indeed a little unreasonable, so I made some minor changes. I will use other methods to introduce this plot later~
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