Chapter 45: "I hate Lu Beihuai."

The body is weak and delicate45

"Not enough."

Song Qie bumped into this pair of eyes near him, and through the golden glasses, he could still feel the straight gaze behind the cold lenses, as if he wanted to eat him up.

More like Sven scum.

A little red in the ears but seems to be a little exposed that this is bad catching.

He sensed the subtlety, frowned, wanted to get down from Lu Beihuai legs, toes just landed on the ground was grabbed by both arms arms, abruptly pulled back.

The distance between the two suddenly close, suit on the very light perfume and body heat on the face, this face-to-face sitting position is too ambiguous, can even say ambiguous hot.

Even if the toilets were clean, there'd be people walking around outside.

The occasional sound of conversation, the sound of water running, all create anxiety.

"You haven't kissed me yet." Lu Beihuai caught the fleeing rabbit, held both of his arms, and made him sit down on his lap, then was glared at, and saw Song Qie's red, irritated eyes, and his heart felt like it was being scratched.

It wasn't much of a kill.

It seems like it's okay to get angry and scold him as long as it's under your nose.

"You tricked me." Song Qie can't shake it off, her nose wrinkles slightly and her breath catches, "What kind of medicine is this?"

He thought hard, or he had gotten himself into a mess, how could Lu Beihuai have carried such a thing around with him.

And this is a school, this guy isn't that perverted.

It's just that the appearance of this drug happens to bump up against the plot of this existence, but it may not necessarily have anything to do with it.

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie's chest rising and falling in anger, and was afraid that he would become agitated: "Nitroglycerin."

"....."

The atmosphere was instantly quiet.

Song Qie was so angry that his eyes went black, lips pursed, how could he be so stupid, really anxious on the head.

"What kind of drug do you think it is, thinking of me as an animal?" Lu Beihuai laughed, "What's going on in your head all day that you want me to do this to you so badly?"

The words were more or less vindictive.

Song Qie heard the irony in his tone and kept his composure, "Then why do you carry nitroglycerin on you."

Nitroglycerin is the medication he usually needs to take, and the first aid he sometimes takes for angina, which can work quickly to provide relief.

Lu Beihuai's eyes suddenly sank.

"Has it expired?" Song Qie saw that Lu Beihuai didn't say anything, and as if he had caught a chance to reverse his grip, he reached out to touch Lu Beihuai's pocket, but his wrist was gripped hard just as he was about to do so.

"Expired." Lu Beihuai's tone is suddenly cold, as evasive of imprinting as the strength of his grip on this wrist.

Song Qie felt pain in her hand, pursed her lips stubbornly, and after a few seconds stared at Lu Beihuai and continued to ask, "Why would you carry it on your person if it's expired?"

"Can't I like to carry it?" Lu Beihuai senses the rhythm of something suddenly tilting to get out of control.

But I didn't realize that this statement became the trigger.

"You like me."

Lu Beihuai's face instantly became gloomy, a forceful hand directly lifted Song Qie up, pressed him against the wall, braced on the side of the other side of the face of the arms in vain tense, through the black shirt of the muscle lines conveyed a dangerous aura.

The space in the arms filled with oppression.

And a little bit of irritation.

The atmosphere was starting to get scorched.

Song Qie's back hurt, but she didn't avoid meeting Lu Beihuai's gaze.

There was a slight panic in his heart, but he quickly calmed down and made himself calm, this kind of thing is also familiar after three years. And he is the best at learning, Lu Beihuai said before he can also say.

Now they can try to one-up each other in everything but fighting strength.

Of course the cheek can't compare to Lu Beihuai in front of everyone, but in private he can talk nonsense to Lu Beihuai as well.

"If you don't like me why do you carry around pills, why did you purposely lose your reputation even three years ago by saying you liked me, and why did you still say you wanted to marry me in front of your father."

"Why were you so persistent in looking for me for three years? Shouldn't you hate me enough to keep me as far away as possible?"

"Lu Beihuai, are you acting or telling the truth by acting?"

Song Qie threw out the question in one breath, and when Lu Beihuai's face became more and more difficult to see, he added one more sentence:

"You've actually had a crush on me for a long time."

Lu Beihuai's jaw tightened and his tone was slightly cold as he lowered his arms and sneered, "Song Qie, aren't you a bit narcissistic that I would like an abuser?"

Song Qie, secretly relieved to see him pull away, calmly said, "No, I learned from you."

"I'm not gay." Lu Beihuai said expressionlessly, "I feel like a real nightmare being kissed by you just now, I need to go back and brush my teeth."

Song Qie smiled but not laughed: "You'd better go back and brush your teeth for two hours, be careful of dreaming about me tonight." After saying this, Lu Beihuai ruthlessly pushed Lu Beihuai away and opened the restroom door.

I don't want to think about whether he'll have nightmares tonight, but last night was a night of insomnia.

He ended up seeing the boy who had just finished using the restroom, and the boy looked dumbfounded at the two men in the restroom, and finally said, awkwardly and nonchalantly, "Good."

Song Qie : "...... "good what good.

This scene of social death is something that, honestly, you'll probably get used to after a few more visits.

He gritted his teeth and pointed to Lu Beihuai, who was still inside : "He's a pervert, pulling me into the toilet."

After saying that, he pulled out his legs and ran.

"Song Qie!!!"

An angry shout came from behind him.

Song Qie is running out of breath.

He thought to himself, "I met Lu Beihuai really every day in the community to die.

It also honed my mental toughness.

Of course, that's just the high emotion answer.

The original words of the low emotion answer:

--The dog.

As it turned out, five minutes later, it was back to sitting face to face with the dog thing for the rest of the dinner, and even stood for a group photo with the professor before dinner was over.

In the process, the two maintained a social distance as if what had just happened hadn't happened.

It was half past eight when the group left the restaurant.

Evening temperatures in the UK are cooler, you may wear short sleeves in the morning, but in the evening you will have to wear thicker clothes, and even the perceived temperature will be lower than the actual temperature. So short sleeves in the morning and a sweater vest in the evening are the norm.

"Should we go to the Eagle Bar for a drink?" Hassan walked backwards, always the man of atmosphere he was good at organizing events, he swept Xu Tingshen's eyes and then looked to his housemate Song Qie smirking, "The boss will pour you a glass of apple cider vinegar anyway, going or not Adrian?"

"Ah-choo-" Song Qie removed the academy robes from his body and sneezed just as he did so, rubbing his nose and answering with a somewhat muffled voice, "It's fine."

Anyhow, he is also a project team, this project is well done, the faster he works with his team members the better it will be for him, at least when writing the paper we all share the work well.

Friendly organization events are also good options.

Even though inside he wanted to go back to sleep.

Between the words, his shoulders were draped in a broad shirt that still carried the residual heat of his body heat.

Song Qie froze for a moment, her hand touching the suit on her shoulder as she looked over to Lu Beihuai, who was only wearing a shirt beside her : "?"

"I'm hot." Lu Beihuai puts his hands casually into the pockets of his pants, shirt collar slightly open, posture erect, eyes not on Song Qie, but his fingertips touch the pieces of tinfoil in his pocket as if they'd been burned.

Hassan on the other side smiles widely, "Oh~"

Xu Tingshen walked beside Hassan, saw this scene and smiled without saying anything, see through without saying anything, to save by Lu Beihuai trolling.

"Take it yourself if you're hot." Song Qie tossed the suit over her shoulder back to Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai finished pretending to be handsome and took his own jacket with his hands, frowning at Song Qie, huffiness surfacing at the bottom of his eyes, "I was afraid that you would be cold."

"I'm not cold, it's quite cool." Song Qie throws her arms around and shakes and shakes, pretending that the weather is relaxing and comfortable, and then the next moment she covers her nose and looks down and sneezes loudly.

"......"

The atmosphere is ever so slightly awkward.

Song Qie lowered her hand and smiled lightly, "Just a bit of wind, a small matter."

Said shivering.

It's twenty degrees in the morning when you go out, but then the temperature suddenly drops to about ten degrees in the evening, and a thin sweater doesn't protect you from the cold, especially for people with poor physiques who are more sensitive to the cold.

"Wear it." Lu Beihuai unfolded the jacket over him.

Song Qie raises his hand in an attempt to decline, his posture high and cool.

As a result, was covered on the back of the suit jacket forward force, the whole person was Lu Beihuai ripped to the front of the body, feet staggered two steps, board shoes accidentally stepped on the leather shoes.

"I've realized that you are very fond of taking medicine, being sick, and making people worry about you." Lu Beihuai offered Song Qie his suit jacket to put on, the overly baggy size for the guy was like stealing an adult's clothes.

He folded the sleeves of his suit twice before buttoning it up.

The caretaker's actions were so familiar that it looked to the others as if they had done it a million times.

Song Qie muttered a few words in a small voice, feeling the gaze of the others and standing uncomfortably, he hastily pulled Lu Beihuai's hand down and lowered his voice: "You did it on purpose didn't you!"

"Deliberately what?" Lu Beihuai puts the last button on.

"Deliberately pretending to be attentive and gentle and caring."

"I don't know how to take care of people? Who helped you put on your socks and shoes and clothes and even your underwear before."

"I never told you to wear panties!!!" Song Qie jumped to her feet in anger and irritation.

"You asked me to." Lu Beihuai replied, just rejected by him? he would never do such a thing.

"I found out, your fetish is really ...... I'm embarrassed to say that you like to help people put on shoes and socks and clothes that much?"

Lu Beihuai puts his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, his pace is loose and unhurried, glancing to the side at the broken Song Qie, wearing an ill-fitting suit, a little long but not too bad to wear, and under this face such a style match is more like oversize.

His gaze fell on the lips that opened and closed, soft and bouncy from the kiss he'd just given.

Cursing also feels soft.

Hassan, who was walking behind, secretly filmed the scene.

The tall, black-shirted man gazed at the broken youth beside him, his eyes not leaving for a second.

The gaze that melted into the night to peek was said to be stealing, rather than speaking the truth through the night.

Because the eyes never left his housemate from start to finish.

Almost glued to Song Qie.

There were nine of them in the group, and a few of the others said they were going to go find old high school friends from other colleges, leaving the last four of them to go to the nearby Eagle Bar.

Said to be a bar, but actually more like a bistro, the bar has a beautiful garden, while the atmosphere inside the bar is relaxed and laid-back, the old photos on the wall, all of which reveal the age of this restaurant bar.

With both drinks and food, it's one of the favorite bars to visit for many Cambridge teachers and students.

"I usually enjoy coming here with Adrian." Hassan walked over to where they usually sat and sat down, it wasn't too crowded tonight, "I don't know what you guys like to drink, I ordered in advance with the owner and it's on the house, if you like it come back tomorrow."

Song Qie sat by the window and then saw Lu Beihuai sitting beside him, he ignored it and mumbled something about being a follower.

"Has Adrian been drinking?" Lu Beihuai looks over at Hassan sitting across the table.

Hassan shook his head, "Haven't seen him drink, he doesn't have a good heart, still knows he can't drink." He looked as if he thought of something, and was a bit scared, "Seen him have a heart attack, it's pretty scary, I'd keep an eye on him too, he's got a bad enough memory for that, and I mean in his life, not in his studies."

Lu Beihuai's brows tightened at the word 'attack', "When did this happen?"

"Last semester, we had a lot of dissertation assignments, we all often wrote all-nighters during that time, and then he had a lot of projects on him, and he was also working with Red Feather Capital, and that day when he was all-nighters until the morning, he suddenly became unwell, and couldn't be slowed down even after he had taken the first aid."

Hassan was horrified when he thought about it, "As you know, ambulances are really slow to come here, I was in a cold sweat, but luckily it didn't turn out to be a big deal."

"Yeah." Lu Beihuai's tone was nonchalant.

Song Qie glanced at the hand on the desktop that suddenly clenched its fist, the shirt sleeve half pulled up to reveal a sturdy arm, with the movement of the veins spreading upward, a struggle, like a silent beast suddenly awakened.

"......"

Angry at this guy again.

It wasn't him who had the heart attack why should he be angry.

Just in time for the waiter to bring up the drinks.

Song Qie had never seen this waiter, saw him put a glass of translucent yellow in front of him, thought it was still apple cider vinegar, lowered his head and took a sip before realizing that his appetite wasn't quite right, put down the glass, and staggered his mouth, sweet, with a subtle expression.

He took another sip and licked his lips, sweet.

Hassan, they've been talking, but not paying attention.

The head soon sent a subtle signal that there were no heavy shadows in front of the eyes but a bit of lightness, even the sensation of the glass being taken away was dulled, and even the criticisms heard in the ears felt like nothing.

The sensation came quickly, but slowed everything around it, while the thoughts remained awake.

"Eh, this is my wine." Hassan picks up his glass and prepares to drink it, realizing that the one in front of him is apple cider vinegar, and seeing the color of the one Song Qie is drinking, halfway through it, he immediately stops it.

Lu Beihuai was quick to take the glass out of Song Qie's hand, but the man had already taken several sips, and his face immediately turned red as he looked down and sniffed, and it didn't smell like a very strong beer.

But it's not so much about high degrees as it is about Song Qie not being able to drink.

Is not drinkable at all.

Alcohol causes euphoria, which doesn't have any cardiovascular benefits.

"Did someone bring it to you unguarded and drink it without looking? It's beer!"

"...... Huh?" Song Qie felt his head floating lightly as he tilted his head to look at Lu Beihuai : "You called out to me?"

Lu Beihuai Seeing this face stained with a slightly drunken redness, these eyes God translucent, looking not like drunk, but heard that his voice has begun to float, not having drunk alcohol naturally easy to get drunk.

"Do you know what you're drinking?"

"Sweet beer." Song Qie answered truthfully, licking her lips again as if savoring the taste before nodding her head again in affirmation, "Mmm, sweet and good."

After saying that, he put his hands on his head and smiled down.

The bar was brightly lit and there were students sitting at every table, talking freely. Some had to talk about something excitedly at a somewhat higher volume.

Under the vintage backdrop, the young man sitting by the window rested his face, his demeanor slightly drunk and relaxed, smiling beautifully, his eyes clean and pure, as if he thought of nothing and had relaxed to the point of being at ease.

"As the domestic stock market prepares to open, which blockchain are you going to get into, Mr. Lu?"

Song Qie looked at Lu Beihuai and smiled with curved eyes, "You're ready to rob me again."

When he finished, his head sank a little, and he lowered himself downward, seeing that he was about to slam into the table.

Just in time to be shielded by a large hand over his forehead.

Lu Beihuai quickly stretched out his hand to protect Song Qie's forehead, frowning as he lifted his head with his hand and swept over his shoulder, who knew that this guy would just lean in.

The not-so-strong odor of alcohol swept across the tip of his nose, more than the scent of the other man's body.

The hands are a little cold, the body heat from the proximity is hot.

And the softening body, the movement of the head nestled into the shoulder and neck was pampering, the breath that fell on his cheeks rolling off his face.

"...... Lu Beihuai."

Lu Beihuai felt the strength of Song Qie's hold on him, and heard this cry with a petulant voice, not yet drunk, as if he was a little tipsy.

The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses deepened a few shades, and the knot in his throat rolled.

Hassan and Xu Tingshen, who were sitting opposite each other, looked at each other, and as if they had a tacit understanding, each of them stood up with their own wine and walked to the garden at the back, leaving the space for them.

Song Qie knew that he was presumably drunk, and didn't feel drunk, but rather his thoughts were particularly clear at this point in time, and he knew that he was hugging Lu Beihuai, his body sort of floating like a feather, and that his mind was only slightly slow in sending out signals.

And yet there was a greater urge to tell the truth than usual.

It's like there's no need to want to say anything.

He rested on Lu Beihuai's shoulder, lifting his chin slightly and chuckling softly, "Eh."

Lips brushed against his ear without thought, causing a soft tingle, and the words were even more of a fermenting effect, his heart swelling.

"Why."

The voice that fell overhead was raspy and emotionally repressed to the core.

"You come here." Song Qie lifts her head and looks over at Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai was silent for a while, but still lowered his head, the inexplicable expectation in his heart swelled more and more, so much so that it was about to explode.

Is it to say something to yourself?

Could it be ...... drunkenness?

Song Qie raised her head again, tilted her face up, and with her lips on Lu Beihuai's ear, said very softly, "I hate you."

The curve of Lu Beihuai's lips, ready to rise, came to an end.

He lowered his eyes and met Song Qie's eyes.

Song Qie's slightly drunken demeanor, smiling and curling her eyes, "Haha, I hate Lu Beihuai."

He even tapped the table when he finished, clearly excited.

Lu Beihuai expression instantly disappeared, forehead corners protruding, saw the eyes looking over from the side, sullenly holding down Song Qie's hand that was tapping the table, his heart panicked, trying to struggle, low coaxing, "Baby, you're drunk aren't you?"

How could you possibly hate him?

He had clearly said that he liked him before, and although he had said that he didn't like him later, how could he possibly hate him, when he had been bullied like that?

"I'm not drunk."

"So say it again, who do you like?"

"I hate Lu Beihuai."

"Who do you like?"

"Do I hate Lu Beihuai?"

"...... Song Qie, one more chance, who do you like?"

Song Qie pointed to herself and then to Lu Beihuai in front of her, nodded his nose and laughed, "I, for one, hate you, Lu Beihuai."

Lu Beihuai black face: "......"

He thought to himself that drunkenness may not be accurate, and that no study had ever said that drunkenness would always lead to drunkenness.

This must not be true.