Chapter 44: "Is one kiss enough?"

The body is weak and delicate44

Trinity College's Formal Dress Dinner is a combination of tradition and sophistication, with students wearing their college gowns and invited guests dressed in formal attire.

As night falls, the college looks like Harry Potter College shrouded in mystery, solemn but not without splendor.

Inside the restaurant, long rows of tables with lamps at intervals of four, with fine cutlery, the waiters had already adjusted the napkins and menus on each seat.

By this time a number of students and guests have already entered, and there is no fixed seating.

Song Qie and Hassan were already seated in their gowns, the same tables that their professors had greeted and reserved for the seven from Harvard, which was where they needed to be looking right now.

The seven who hadn't come yet went back to change into their formal attire.

"Adrian, why do I get the feeling you don't look so good?"

Song Qie looked up from his tablet as he looked over to Hassan, who was sitting beside him : "Yes?"

"Did you take your pills today?" Hassan thought for a moment, "I don't remember if you took your pills this morning, did you?"

Song Qie: "......" rubbed her fingertips over the edge of the plate, with a hint of weakness and inexplicable honesty in her movements: "No."

"So, did you bring your meds?"

"Neither."

"None of the book bags are left? Don't I remember you keeping them all?"

Song Qie smiled awkwardly and nonchalantly, "Finished eating."

Because he forgets so many times, the medication that was kept in his book bag has run out for him.

"So you don't feel bad?" Hassan, feeling like a really worried butler, picks up his book bag and tries to say that he's supposed to have some extra pills in it, only to pick it up and realize that it's not the same book bag, and smacks his forehead in frustration, "I don't have any, either."

Song Qie, seeing Hassan's anxious look, calmly raised her hand, "It's fine, the doctor said that as long as you don't forget to take it for a long time, it won't affect you much if you do it once or twice."

"Is that half a time for you, you've missed a couple of meals this month, haven't you."

Song Qie shrugged innocently, "But I really don't feel sick, if I must say what's wrong, my stomach is a little upset."

In the light, the eyes were still radiant, and the face was a little worse than it had looked during the day.

Hassan seemed to remember something, and he lowered his voice, "You're constipated again, aren't you?"

Song Qie ："...... "也不要说出来，都准备吃饭了。

Just then, a dozen people came in back and forth from the doorway.

Formal dinner is for invited guests, and it is a basic respect for this centuries-old tradition that men wear suits and women wear dresses, as well as a form of etiquette.

And formal wear really tests one's temperament.

Song Qie looked up, perhaps because of the familiarity of the figure, and her eyes fell on Lu Beihuai, who was walking this way.

The restaurant was decorated in a classically stately dark color, the same long stature that stood out in a Western crowd, only to see him walking calmly in a certain direction in a straight black suit with a black shirt underneath, a stiff necktie and long, eye-catching legs.

This superior oriental face is indifferent, handsome and hard profile, in a crowd of suits under the body if not reduce the sense of oppression, but still eye-catching.

"Adrian, Patrick is really handsome." Hassan couldn't hold back his emotion, "Look at his face, those features, are there a lot of people chasing after him in China?"

"You go after it." Song Qie whispered encouragement.

"So that's what your hospital robes are like."

Song Qie heard the person who spoke, raised her eyes to look, it was the handsome and reserved youth standing beside Lu Beihuai, like a noble gentleman, smiling gently, suddenly, it was like remembering something in her mind.

--When she grows up, Song Qie falls for the handsome and reserved man next to Lu Beihuai, and tries to steal him away without a second thought. But she didn't realize that it was a setup for him to create a scandal that would ruin his reputation.

--Eventually died of a cardiac arrest from an overdose of X drugs.

Him: "......"

Wait, is this man the one next to Lu Beihuai in the book? So this storyline is coming?

Huh?

Ah ！！！！！

Suddenly there was a feeling of numbness in the heart, which hadn't felt any discomfort, but now all of a sudden I felt a tightness in my chest and began to feel uncomfortable.

Xu Tingshen froze when he saw that the person who was always on his best friend's lips turned not-so-good when he finished speaking.

Lu Beihuai sat down across from Song Qie, and also noticed that he didn't look too good, his brows couldn't help but frown, "Did you take your medicine?"

Song Qie : "...... "Don't mention the pill thing to him.

Hassan on the sidelines bursts out laughing, "You're asking the same thing I just asked him, but guess what he's blushing about."

Song Qie looks slyly at Hassan, touching him with her leg under the table as a warning.

"Of course - the paper is not finished." Hassan saw them all arrive and hurriedly greeted and sat down, "Feel free to find a seat, the professor said that these seats are reserved for us, you guys are considered lucky today."

"Why?" Xu Tingshen sat down and responded smoothly.

Hassan winked at Xu Tingshen, "Because today's menu is good, the best we've seen in the three years we've been here."

"That's a high rating." Xu Tingshen hooked his lips and smiled.

Just then, the professor in charge of their program walked over.

Song Qie hurriedly stood up when he saw the project professor coming over, subconsciously grabbing the edge of the table corner as he got up, because the sudden surge of dizziness made him feel a little bit dazed, but it didn't last for long before his vision was restored to clarity.

Without realizing it, he bumped into the eyes watching him from across the room.

Deep and complex.

He shifted without moving, pretending he didn't see it, and looked at the professor.

What the professor had to say was nothing more than welcoming the exchange students and the fact that the program would be in the form of a standing group discussion exchange as well as a dissertation for a period of two months, which was neither too long nor too short, coinciding with the third semester at Cambridge, from the end of April to the middle of June.

We all chatted for about ten minutes or so, and it was almost time for dinner.

"I won't keep you from your meal then, we'll stay for a picture later." The professor quickly walked back to the seat he had just taken.

Song Qie breathes a silent sigh of relief, and when she sees the professor leave she hurriedly sits down, holding down her chest in an almost unconscious motion.

Oblivious to the fact that this action was being taken in by someone across the room, his brow never relaxed.

Soon, the meal was about to begin, and professors of high rank who waited before the meal were seated first, and were required to stand as a group to wait for the College Chaplain to finish his prayer before they could take their seats.

After being seated, dinner came up one after another.

Dinner was a standard three-course Western meal, appetizer, entree, and dessert, and their table had an extra bottle of wine that their mentor had sent up.

Song Qie watched the waiter slowly pouring wine into his glass, and when he wanted to say he couldn't drink it, he felt it wasn't very polite, so he held it back.

Until he finished pouring himself a drink, he whispered a thank you.

"He can't drink, so I'll take this drink and just pour him a glass of water, please."

Before Song Qie could react, he saw Lu Beihuai stand up and take away the wine glass in front of him. The hand that took away the glass was long and slender, and the cuffs of his sleeves revealed his wristwatch, which, like this outfit, was detailed with a gentleman's habit of taking care of things.

Though it didn't used to be associated with gentlemen.

He froze, a little surprised, and met the man's gaze.

"Why don't you say no." Lu Beihuai sets his glass of wine next to himself and speaks in Chinese.

"He's all poured, like that's not a good thing to say." Song Qie withdrew his own gaze, saw the waiter bring him a glass of water, and said thank you.

When Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie's face as she took it with both hands and said thank you in a small voice, his heart felt like it was being scratched, very different from the face of the person who had argued with him for two hours in the afternoon.

"Not quite so eloquent."

Song Qie heard Lu Beihuai was poking fun at himself, he didn't give a look, just in time to serve the appetizer, it was a cream of mushroom soup, picked up the spoon and began to drink it, i people standard is to positively dry rice people.

The sleeves of the navy collegiate gown are large cuffs, no more than the elbow joint, probably seeing that only a light-colored thin sweater is worn underneath, there is a big difference in temperature between day and night here, so I guess it will be cold when I go out later.

The knuckle that held the spoon was clean and slender, and the slow motion of bowing his head and containing the spoon was very much like the man's past eating habits, as if eating was a difficult thing for him.

But the habit of chewing and eating slowly also makes this look pleasing to the eye.

The cream soup had a slight wetness on the lips with a milky color, and when I noticed it, I licked it with my tongue and drank it clean, as if I enjoyed it.

Perhaps it was because she felt that the line of sight from the opposite side was too hot, Song Qie couldn't help but raise her eyes and realized that Lu Beihuai was looking at her.

He wrinkled his brow in confusion and asked 'what for' in the shape of his mouth.

A knitted brow, a bit of displeasure, and a pretty rich little expression.

Lu Beihuai will this person all the little expression in the eyes, like compensation for this vacancy tormented three years, although it is by the other party fierce a little, his own lips are still up.

It's the pleasurable mood that screams out to be confused.

Love to see Song Qie lose her temper.

He also brought his own portion of cream soup in front of Song Qie.

Song Qie: "?"

"Don't you love to drink, here you go." Lu Beihuai said and sat down, wanting to see Song Qie continue to drink.

Song Qie : "......" He doesn't want to drink it, "Don't."

Lu Beihuai didn't feel particularly bad about hearing himself rejected, and the 'don't' seemed to be something that could be worked out over and over again; it was 'don't', not 'take it away', and it wasn't very aggressive towards him. It wasn't exactly mean.

He smiled down.

Immediately upon noticing it, he tightened the curve of his lips and wrinkled his brow.

What's so funny about not being mean to yourself? No, what's there to analyze, it's his last thirteen years he's counting with Song Qie now!

Song Qie was eating her steak when she saw Lu Beihuai smiling, smiling and not smiling again, looking at it and then retracting her eyes, chewing her steak in silence.

"......"

Nerves.

After eating for a while, Song Qie felt a little pain in his stomach, and he put down his knife and fork.

"I'm going to the restroom." Spoke to Hassan next to him.

Hassan was observing the group of Harvard schoolboys to see if there were any in his circle, and nodded perfunctorily when he heard Song Qie say, "Go go go."

Knowing Hassan's character, Song Qie gets up, pushes his chair back and walks to the restroom.

Walking into the restroom, he sat down depressingly on the toilet, feeling a bit of pain in his lower abdomen, and taking deep breaths still seemed to feel like it was difficult to resolve, a symptom that had persisted for quite some time, mostly because of his eating habits here.

And he's not much of a cook himself.

He also told his doctor about this situation, and every time he would get chest pains because of the difficulty in resolving it, the doctor told him not to get tough if he couldn't resolve it to avoid a recurrence of the heart attack.

A little bit of time passed.

He still didn't think it would work, his stomach ached, but it was better not to force himself.

Just as he stood up to put on his pants, his eyes suddenly went black, his heart suddenly transmitted a numbness of tonal pain, and his whole body fell forward without standing still, his forehead hit the door with a 'bang', and his head was dazed with pain.

"Song Qie!"

Song Qie : "......?" He crouched down along the door, relieved of his dizzy palpitations, and covered his forehead, thinking he was hallucinating.

Knock-knock--

Until there was a knock on the door he was leaning against.

"Baby, are you here?"

Song Qie instantly seemed to come to his senses, lifting his head and staring wide-eyed as he stared at the door in stunned disbelief.

No way, why is he squatting outside?

"Song Qie!!! Are you in there, did you fall, if you still don't answer I'll kick the door."

Lu Beihuai's low, anxious voice came from outside the door.

Song Qie took a few deep breaths and touched the spot where his heart vaguely ached, making him wonder if it was because he hadn't taken his medication or if he was constipated.

He lifted his hand to unlock the door with regard to his crouched position.

The door was open to the outside, and at the moment it opened the person outside pulled away immediately.

Song Qie's hand was still on the door lock, so she was taken off guard and thrown out.

......

Falling on the toilet is actually embarrassing.

It wasn't awkward for more than a few seconds, though, as it was picked up in a hug.

It had been less than half an hour since we had dined outside, and the restrooms were unused for the time being.

In front of the sink, the mirror reflected the young man who was sitting up in a hug and was having his chin raised slightly by the back of his neck in the clasped grip of the tall, well-built man in a suit in front of him, his lips open and a pill shoved into them.

For those who don't know, it's some kind of drug.

It's actually a first-aid kit that you carry with you.

Song Qie hadn't reacted to being carried to a sitting position on the sink, held by rough fingers around his neck, and he didn't have much strength to struggle, and was indeed a little uncomfortable, looking over to Lu Beihuai, who was feeding himself the medicine, after tasting the pills melting under his tongue.

As if thinking of some drama, incredulously thin lips quivered, "You ......"

It's not! It's here to drug him!

Lu Beihuai looked at Song Qie sitting on the sink, see his forehead hit a red piece, forehead stained with cold sweat, is probably not comfortable face through some pale, and red eyes to look at themselves, to cry look.

It seems to be very moving.

He laughed, dropping his eyes and saying faintly, "It's nothing, I just keep this medicine in my pocket casually."

Definitely not the first aid he carries around.

I didn't intentionally look at the date either, I just overheard it and replaced it with a new one when I saw it was about to expire.

The comment scared Song Qie so much that she jumped right off the sink and ended up weak-kneed.

"Do what?" Lu Beihuai scooped the man up as quickly as he could and saw that he couldn't even stand.

There was an unmistakable sound of 'pop' as the back of his hand was struck.

Lu Beihuai froze.

"Don't touch me." Song Qie gasped as he braced himself against the edge of the sink and glared at Lu Beihuai : "Scum!"

Lu Beihuai couldn't help but be forced to accept the name, and as if he was once again let down by this guy, he instantly sank his face, pulling on this slender wrist and tugging the person into his arms.

That's when footsteps and chatter came from outside the restroom.

Song Qie wants to break free.

But Lu Beihuai pulled him into the toilet cubicle.

Not spacious toilet cubicle squeezed into two people, one sitting on the toilet seat, one was covered lips held in the lap, slender physique was completely embraced in the arms, the posture is very ambiguous, so close that even the breath is incomparably clear, and there are still people talking outside the door.

"Song Qie."

Song Qie's mouth was covered and he could only take deep breaths through his nose. His body was shaking and tears fell from his red eyes, thinking that the drug had taken effect.

"Baby."

Song Qie The body is too stiff to move, feeling the lips pressed against the ear.

"You're such a wolf, I feed you medicine to eat and you call me scum?" Lu Beihuai leaned in close to the white ear and laughed lowly, the color of his eyes underneath his gold-rimmed glasses nearly sad.

The crook of his arm wrapped around a slender shoulder and his other hand covered the palm-sized face, feeling the sharp breath exhaled from his lips land in his palm and tickle a little, but there was no intention of letting go.

"...... Well." Song Qie made a weak sound and laboriously twisted her head around to look at Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai loosened up a little so Song Qie could twist her head around, and he met these beautiful eyes wrapped in wetness, crying but not begging, angry.

Despite being angry, it was vibrantly beautiful.

These three years of daydreaming are finally trying to come to an end without having to look at pictures and vent.

The voices talking in the doorway seemed to fade away.

"Want to talk?" Lu Beihuai asked.

Song Qie tugs Lu Beihuai down with both hands and tries to speak, but gasps so hard that he can't speak for a while.

The two men's positions also grew closer as they struggled.

Lu Beihuai used his palm to protect Song Qie's backside, not letting him slide down, and when he saw the tears sliding down his cheeks, he gently wiped them away with his fingertips, "Am I bullying you? Then you're the first to complain."

"Why did you drug me!!!"

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and he bowed his head and covered his face and cried.

He was just constipated, so why come to him in the bathroom and why drug him in the bathroom like that.

Ah!!!

"Drugged?" Lu Beihuai wrinkled his brows, seeing Song Qie cry like this all of a sudden, as if he was shocked, and then as if he understood something, the corner of his lips lifted slightly, "Then what should we do, eat all of them, do you feel anything?"

He took hold of the back of the slender neck and lifted the weeping face.

"......" Song Qie is forced to look up, pursing her lips and thinking for a few seconds, as if she doesn't feel anything in particular again.

"This medicine will work quickly."

"...... Then, how can it have no effect?" Song Qie At the thought of dying from over-excitement, he felt that he had lost a lot of money, his tears fell even harder, and he couldn't care less about social death: "You can't do this ah ......"

All of a sudden it was too much to take in and cried a lot.

Lu Beihuai didn't expect Song Qie to be so emotional, and was worried that he would be too agitated even though he had just taken the first aid: "Just give him a kiss."

The next second, lips imprinted.

Lips with salty tears, soft and moist, as well as a slight shivering sensation of a careful touch.

Lu Beihuai's brain instantly went blank.

His first kiss.

After my head went blank I started the fireworks again, bang ~ several times in a row, or the most expensive blue fireworks.

"...... Is one kiss enough?" Song Qie kissed after looking at Lu Beihuai, see him do not say anything, hold up his face anxiously asked: "Kiss once enough?"

He can't be okay!!!

"Not enough."

Who knows, Lu Beihuai's ears are red.

Song Qie : "?"