Chapter 14 Hug
Jiang Xiaoqing did not appear at the dinner table again. Lin Lin asked for leave from the teacher, saying that Jiang Xiaoqing was not feeling well and went back first. The drunk Wu Ze was carried away by Li Zimai.
Li Shen naturally would not condescend to fight a drunkard. This was the job he took over from Cheng Che.
Lin Lin followed the others, increasingly convinced that the post on the campus forum might be true. The almighty Li Shen had truly descended to earth. He would help girls carry their luggage, help farmers carry pig feed, carry drunken people, eat whole grains, eat junk food from the canteen, and even weed the fields. These were all things Cheng Che could do. Li Shen never played with "mortals." He was as proud as the master of another world.
"You're staying?"
Li Zimai threw her onto the bed, twisted her neck and wrist, and asked Lin Lin if she wanted to stay. He thought it was natural for a girlfriend to spend the night with her drunk boyfriend.
Lin Lin blushed completely, and Cheng Che came to her rescue, "You go back first, we will take care of him."
Lin Lin ran very fast, and before leaving, she explained: "I...we didn't..."
Li Zimai laughed and said, "I'm just kidding, go back."
Of course Cheng Che knew that he was not joking, after all, Li Shen was really sexy.
"She's quite shy," Li Zimai commented.
"You're quite flirty." Cheng Che retorted rudely.
Li Zimai laughed out loud, "We're both lovers, so what if we just spend the night together? If my lover gets drunk, I can fuck him for three days and three nights."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Cheng Che meaningfully. Cheng Che didn't blush or get angry, and replied, "Would you please shut up?"
Cheng Che didn't understand why Li Zimai was becoming more and more excited. "You go to sleep. I'll watch over him."
Li Zimai was dissatisfied: "Why are you guarding him?"
Cheng Che said, "It's easy to choke. I'll watch."
If a drunk person doesn't pay attention when sleeping, vomit may block the throat and cause suffocation. Li Zimai didn't expect Cheng Che to be so considerate and blurted out: "Brother Che, I really like you so much."
Cheng Che: “…”
Li Zimai approached Cheng Che, squatted in front of him, and said with a smile: "Then if I get drunk in the future, will you stay with me?"
Cheng Che was very rude: "No."
Li Zimai snorted, "How heartless! I'm going out to smoke a cigarette and will come back to take over the shift later."
They stayed there until the middle of the night, and when Li Zimai came back, Cheng Che had already fallen asleep on the table.
Wu Ze was sleeping in a crooked position, with his legs stretched out over the edge of the bed and about to touch Cheng Che's waist. Li Zi stepped over and kicked him, turning him over. He sat on the other bed, lying on the table and looking at Cheng Che.
Cheng Che was extremely well-behaved when he closed his eyes, completely different from his usual fierce appearance. Li Zimai reached out to touch the dot scar between his eyebrows, but quickly retracted his hand as if his finger was burned, and shook his head like a madman.
Cheng Che was a light sleeper. When Li Zimai's hand inserted into his knee, he was already conscious. He woke up in a daze and saw Li Zimai's jaw, lower back and knees, which were all hot.
"What are you doing! Put me down!"
Li Zimai looked down at him and said, "Don't move, or you'll fall."
"Are you a pervert? Put me down and don't hug me like that!"
His face flushed uncontrollably. Li Zimai immediately changed his posture and effortlessly carried Cheng Che onto his shoulders, saying, "Is this okay?"
It sounded like he was being unreasonable, and Cheng Che was furious. However, Li Zimai was too strong, and he couldn't struggle at all. When he was finally put back on the bed, he kicked him rudely and shouted angrily, "Get away!"
Li Zi took a half step back and chuckled, "Hey, you're being taken for granted. I saw you were asleep, so what's wrong with me carrying you back?"
Cheng Che lowered his voice and yelled, "How can anyone hug me like that?"
"How did I hug you?"
Li Zimai teased him deliberately, tightening his grip and pulling him towards him by the leg of his trousers, saying jokingly, "Brother Che is too skinny. He's lighter than a girl when I hold him."
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Che had already gathered his strength, grabbed Li Zimai's shoulders and threw him onto the bed, with his elbow against his neck, as if he was grappling with him.
The sudden attack caught Li Zimai off guard. His chest was being pressed by Cheng Che's knee. The other party looked down at him condescendingly, with the tips of his ears still red, but his eyes were fierce, pure and wild.
Li Zimai fearlessly raised his hand to touch Cheng Che's waist, wanting to know how soft the waist must be to complete such a series of pressing movements. Sure enough, before he could touch the waist, his arm had been twisted 180 degrees by Cheng Che. The pain made Li Zimai slap the bed and beg for mercy in a cowardly manner, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, Brother Che..."
Cheng Che let him go after the demonstration and said stiffly, “Don’t mess with me.”
Li Zimai sat up, rubbed his shoulders, and said pitifully, "You're too cruel. Do you know that my hands are those of an artist?"
Cheng Che suddenly remembered the cello playing video and said sullenly, "So just don't mess with me."
"How did I offend you? I saw that you were not sleeping well, so I kindly brought you back to rest. I hope you didn't dislocate your joint."
Cheng Che was half-believing and half-doubting, and whispered, "Where does it hurt?"
Li Zimai was getting excited and said aggrievedly, "I can't lift my hands anymore. Come over here and help me."
Cheng Che moved slightly closer and stiffly rubbed his shoulders. Li Zimai finally measured his beloved's waist as he wished. It was indeed too thin. He couldn't feel the waist bones through the fabric, and the loose T-shirt seemed to let air in.
Cheng Che stood between Li Zimai's legs and inevitably bumped into something hard. When he realized what was happening, his face flushed terribly, and the base of his neck was pink. He slapped Li Zimai in the chest, quickly backed away, and cursed, "You pervert!"
Who can get hard after just two touches! Especially when touched by a boy!
Li Zimai explained seriously: "What's so strange about this? I'm a man, and men are hard like this."
If he didn't have that face, what he was doing now would be considered hooliganism. Cheng Che turned around and left, not wanting to be in the same room with a pervert.
Li Zimai stopped him and said, "Where are you going? It's so late, go to bed quickly."
Cheng Che looked down and saw the other person's tight forearm lines. Where did he get the confidence to think that he could dislocate such a tall man's arm? He shook off the other person's hand with force, his eyes piercing.
Li Zimai continued to pull him, and Cheng Che wanted to fight back. After a few rounds, Li Zimai simply carried him back to the bed and effortlessly fastened his wrists to the headboard. Cheng Che couldn't break free at all.
He was really strong, and his muscular body was definitely not for nothing. Cheng Che became even more angry.
Li Zimai leaned over to look at him, a smile in the corner of his eyes, and apologized insincerely, "I was wrong, Brother Che."
He stroked Cheng Che's pitifully short hair again, and said in a soft voice as if coaxing a child, "Stop making trouble and go to bed early."
Cheng Che's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, a heat in his chest spread to his hands and feet, and his nerves became numb. He could only force himself to turn his face away and not look at the monster.
That night, there was a pervert taking a cold shower in the yard.
On the way back, Cheng Che refused to sit with Li Zimai no matter what, and found a single seat in the corner of the car. Li Zimai was carsick and had a cold, so he felt very uncomfortable.
Several female classmates were eager to show concern for the male idol, but they backed off in the end. The male idol was really out of touch with reality. He looked like a painting even when he was leaning against the window with a mask on. No mortal could get close to him.
Cheng Che sat back down, handed him some water dryly, and touched his forehead, "Do you have a fever?"
Li Zimai nodded pitifully.
Cheng Che said stiffly, "Who told you to be so horny?"
He swallowed the words "you deserve it".
"Stop scolding me, Cheche, I'm really upset."
Cheng Che found a towel, dipped it in mineral water, and wiped his scalding palms. He then placed it on his forehead and comforted him dryly, "It'll be there in two hours."
Li Zimai hummed, leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep, saying in a sticky voice, "Cheche is so nice."
His body was very hot, which made Cheng Che upset.
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