The waiter looked dumbfounded. He lowered his head to look at Shen Bie's wound that was bleeding profusely and said hesitantly, "This..."

"Deal with it." Shen Bie's face darkened, like a superior who was used to giving orders.

The waiter didn't dare to say anything else. After arriving at the address, he hurried out and wanted to report to the supervisor first.

"Hey wait!" Shen Bie called him, stretched out his bloody left hand, and narrowed his eyes threateningly: "Take a picture with your phone and show it to him later. Don't say anything else, okay?"

Waiter: “…Okay.”

About half an hour later, the door was knocked open and Mo Sheng rushed in carrying a small first aid box.

His bloodless lips were tightly pursed, he was breathing heavily, and a chill emanated from his body.

Mo Sheng's skin was originally extremely cold and pale, and now it was frozen to the point that the tip of his nose and knuckles were red, and even his eye sockets were red, either because of the cold or because of his anxiety.

After a closer look, Shen Bie found that he was just wearing a coat casually, with thin pajamas underneath.

"..." Shen Bie's hand holding the cigarette was shaking slightly. He actually came up with the bad idea of ​​tricking Mo Sheng here... He was so heartless that Shen Bie wanted to slap himself a few times.

"Brother Sheng."

Shen Bie took out the woolen coat with some heartache and wanted to put it on Mo Sheng's shoulders, but Mo Sheng stretched out his hand to block it.

"You're still smoking even though you're injured." Mo Sheng snatched the cigarette away coldly and carefully grasped Shen Bie's left wrist that was hanging by his side. Although he had expected this after seeing the photo, Mo Sheng's pupils still trembled the moment he saw it with his own eyes: "What the hell did you do?!"

The waiter was following Mo Sheng timidly. Shen Bie took out a few red bills as a tip and waved his hand perfunctorily. The waiter quickly took them and ran away.

"Well... I just accidentally broke the wine, and then I scratched myself while cleaning it up."

Shen Bie told the lie he had prepared long ago without blushing or getting nervous. Mo Sheng probably had no time to delve into the reason and quickly cleaned, disinfected and bandaged the wound.

Mo Sheng concentrated on bandaging him. The wound that was being paid attention to started to tingle, and the itching went straight to Shen Bie's heart.

Brother Sheng is really good-looking... His eyelashes are very long, his eyes seem to be able to talk, and his face looks white and soft. He should be as easy to touch as Xiaoci, right?

Shen Bie stretched out his right hand as if possessed by a ghost and gently stroked Mo Sheng's cheek.

"!" Mo Sheng was shocked and exerted force with his hands, almost sending Shen Bie away.

Shen Bie's face was twisted in pain: "Fuck... that's a bit cruel..."

"I'm sorry." Mo Sheng apologized immediately. After being silent for a long time, he couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Shen, please don't do these unnecessary things..." We are just an employer-employee relationship.

Mo Sheng didn't have the heart to force himself to say the last sentence. After all, calling her such a distant name already made his heart ache.

"Brother Sheng, what did you call me?"

Shen Bie frowned, and with his bandaged hand he grasped Mo Sheng's hand, tightly gripping his thin finger bones, obviously angry.

The wound immediately oozed blood. Mo Sheng did not dare to struggle, fearing that it would worsen the wound, so he had to reason with him in a low voice: "Don't talk about this for now, let go of your hand first, the wound is not healed yet——"

Mo Sheng's eyes slowly widened, full of disbelief.

Because... Shen Bie leaned over and kissed him, pinching his chin and fiercely prying open the invasion.

"Hmm..." Mo Sheng tried to push him, but Shen Biejian just stood there like a cow, not moving at all.

He couldn't bear to bite Shen Bie again, so he could only endure it silently and wait for Shen Bie to vent his anger.

It seems that Shen Bie was drunk, no wonder he broke the bottle, Mo Sheng thought.

Shen Bie let go after a long time. The two looked at each other, breathing heavily, and were speechless for a while.

Mo Sheng felt his lips were going numb and a little hot.

"Abie," Mo Sheng changed back to his original address, not wanting to irritate Shen Bie: "Re-bandage the wound."

Shen Bie said nothing, but refused to let go. He said in a hoarse voice, "Do you think I haven't thought about anything in the past half month? Brother Sheng, don't you want to hear my thoughts?"

Mo Sheng avoided his gaze: "I know."

Shen Bie: "Know what? Do you know that I like you too?"

"..." Mo Sheng felt that he had been stimulated too much during this visit. Shen Bie was drunk and probably didn't remember anything. Should he record the conversation as evidence and then ask for compensation for mental damages?

Mo Sheng said perfunctorily, as if he was coaxing a child: "I know, come and bandage it."

Shen Bie was surprisingly calm: "I'm not kidding."

"Let's talk about it after you bandage it." Mo Sheng forcibly pried his hands open. Shen Bie was finally willing to obey him. He stared at the wound and urged Mo Sheng to just do whatever he wanted.

Mo Sheng turned a deaf ear to him, untied the bandage and gauze again, and carefully applied the medicine again.

"Brother Sheng, I'm serious. I've been thinking about this for a long time recently. After seeing my brother being carried away by Uncle Lu today... I've come to a better understanding of our relationship, and how I feel about you."

"My brother and Uncle Lu, they used to have a good relationship. To be honest, I am jealous. But there is nothing I can do. Xiaoci just loves to chase Uncle Lu and play, and Uncle Lu is willing to pamper him."

"Now they are actually in love... At first I couldn't accept it at all, but later I thought about it and it made sense. After all, they both put each other in a special position. Xiao Ci has a feeling of 'little uncle' in his heart, and Uncle Lu has a feeling of 'baby' in his heart. It's natural for it to develop into this."

Mo Sheng didn't know if he was listening or not. He was just lowering his eyes to tie the new gauze. Shen Bie pinched his ear lightly in displeasure to remind him.

"I'm listening." Mo Sheng shook it off awkwardly, and the place that was touched began to feel hot.

"Oh..." Shen Bie touched his nose awkwardly: "Then let's talk about the two of us. The relationship between Brother Sheng and me... To put it bluntly, I think it is also the kind that is irreplaceable."

Shen Bie might have been too arrogant. He shook off his goosebumps and continued, "Brother said before that he liked me. I should also... like him, right? Ever since I came back from Norway, I always dream about him. Sometimes I have those not-so-good dreams. Uh, you know..."

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, not daring to look at Mo Sheng in embarrassment.

Mo Sheng tried his best to stay calm, but his fingertips were trembling slightly. Was Shen Bie drunk and talking nonsense?

"That day at the bar, I saw that idiot trying to touch you. My first reaction was to beat him up so hard that he would regret being born. I felt so sad and uncomfortable..."

"I'm sorry first, Brother Sheng. I shouldn't have yelled at you that day. You can slap me a few times later. Now that I think about it, I was probably jealous."

"Brother Sheng...what do you think?"

Shen Bie looked serious, and honestly and sincerely opened his heart, showing Mo Sheng all his thoughts and ideas.

No one could remain unmoved in this situation. Mo Sheng found it difficult to breathe, and his heart began to pound.

Everything that happened after the confession in Norway was going against expectations. Mo Sheng felt uneasy and said harshly, "Did you drink too much?"

Shen Bie was anxious: "Unfair! I don't smell of alcohol at all, Brother Sheng, please smell it carefully again."

As he spoke, he pushed hard against Mo Sheng's face. Mo Sheng quickly said "No need" and dodged, but he saw Shen Bie's sly smiling eyes. He was not careful and was carried on Shen Bie's shoulders and thrown onto the bed.

"?" Mo Sheng was horrified and tried to stand up, but was pushed back down by Shen Bie.

Shen Bie sat on his lap, pressed Mo Sheng's wrists on the bed, and leaned over to blow on Mo Sheng's face as he was unable to move.

It has a pungent, bitter smell of tobacco and a faint, cool mint scent, but no smell of alcohol.

"Brother Sheng, what I just said was from the heart, so can you please stop being so distant with me? I really like you, and it's really uncomfortable to be in a cold war with you..."

Mo Sheng's heart beat faster and he pursed his lips because of his rapid breathing, not daring to let Shen Bie notice anything unusual.

"Can I..." Shen Bie's voice was restrained and low, and he moved close to Mo Sheng's ear, emitting an ambiguous heat, which made Mo Sheng tremble all over, and his body was obviously numb.

Mo Sheng closed his eyes, his mind went blank, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Will you drink with me?" Shen Bie said pitifully, "The cabbages I planted were just eaten up, and I feel so upset. Brother Sheng, now that we have reconciled, please drink with me, please..."

"..." Mo Sheng opened his eyes speechlessly.

I was really stupid for expecting Shen Bie to do something.

***

Mo Sheng couldn't refuse Shen Bie, so while drinking with him, he told Shen Bie to drink less, otherwise it would affect the healing of the wound.

Shen Bie sighed and complained incoherently. One moment he talked about the good memories with his little brother, and the next he talked about how crazy he got when Mo Sheng ignored him. He didn't act like a capable young master at all.

Probably only Mo Sheng had seen such a childish look.

Maybe... Shen Bie really likes him? Mo Sheng felt a sweet and sour feeling in his heart, and couldn't help but drink more wine.

In the end, he was the one who got drunk first.

"Brother Sheng? Brother Sheng?" Shen Bie pushed Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng smiled innocently and said nothing.

So cute... Shen Bie covered his chest. Ever since he knew that Mo Sheng liked him, Shen Bie had unconsciously put on a filter. The more he looked at Mo Sheng, the more he thought that Mo Sheng was good-looking, the kind that could capture his heart.

My father and the others all said that Mo Sheng was difficult to approach. Even the popular Xiao Ci once thought that Dr. Mo didn't like him. But Shen Bie found it baffling because Mo Sheng was obviously a very good friend.

Now I know that it's because... he likes me.

Shen Bie felt a little sad and uncomfortable. For so many years... Mo Sheng had been secretly in love with him so painfully, and even pretended to be a close friend. He must have suffered a lot.

"Oh, what an idiot."

Shen Bie sighed, leaned over and kissed him very quickly, then left immediately.

It was a little sweet, but not enough... Shen Bie moved closer, held Mo Sheng's face, which was flushed by alcohol, and kissed him again.

Shen Bie frowned as he recalled the soft touch and decided to give her another kiss.

One more bite...

Until the drunk Mo Sheng put his arms around him, Shen Bie simply carried him to the bed, pressed him under him and kissed him passionately.

"Fuck..." Shen Bie couldn't help but swear. He was actually addicted to kissing.

Never mind! We already like each other, so what’s the point of kissing?

Alcoholic, Shen Bie's breathing became heavy. He anxiously unbuttoned his shirt, pulled off his clothes, leaned over and continued to kiss her, his movements showing uncontrollable ferocity.

Mo Sheng was so drunk that he was about to fall asleep and could only respond in a daze.

"You're drunk anyway, so you won't remember..."

Mo Sheng, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, was not far away from Shen Bieli. Some secret impulses arose in his heart. Thinking of the fragrant and erotic dreams in those sleepless nights, his eyes gradually turned red.

He opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet. The hotel had thoughtfully prepared a full set of necessities for 419. Shen Bie's Adam's apple slid, and he took out the box and cream with trembling fingers.

The last time Shen Bie saw these things, he gave them to Xiaoci. At that time, he was grief-stricken and helpless, with no romantic thoughts at all. He just wanted Xiaoci to protect herself and not get hurt.

But now it was his turn... Shen Bie was so nervous that he couldn't even open it. His fingers were shaking and his breathing was hot.

“…”

Mo Sheng opened his dazed and watery eyes, half drunk and half awake.

He bent his knees and hit him. Shen Bie's eyebrows twitched violently and he glared at Mo Sheng angrily.

Mo Sheng urged in a low voice, his voice vague and drunken: "Hurry up..." Keep kissing, it feels good...

Shen Bie paused as he was about to pull out the small square. He cast a slightly gloomy and forbearing look at Mo Sheng, his Adam's apple dripping with sweat sliding up and down.

"Brother Sheng, I think you deserve to be punished..." He impatiently tore open the package with his mouth, leaned over to kiss Mo Sheng's earlobe, and bit the soft flesh with his slightly sharp canine teeth: "You don't mind if I'm a little wild, right?"

"Brother, I took that as your consent."