Chapter 46: "Song Qie, it's useless to be petulant."

The body is weak and fragile46

The night is clear and the stars are visible.

Walking back along the busy streets of Cambridge University Center, many people were sitting in the nearby bar stores drinking, entertaining, and socializing, not really caring about the temperature difference on a night like this.

The man on his back kept crunching in his ear, reading about his next investment plan, his own graduate school plan.

"...... blockchain technology has appeared to lead the trend, especially in the financial field, do you know my boss Timing Sequence? He is really powerful, leading the blockchain industry, the U.S. market domestic market he has a large share, the domestic market seems to be his husband a little more."

"This year the global blockchain interoperability revenue grows dramatically, next year 2029 is expected to reach 1167.5 million dollars ...... reliable data oh." Song Qie pressed her lips to the back of her ear, covering her lips and speaking in a very low voice: "I researched and wrote this research report, shh, it hasn't been published yet."

Against the night wind, the voice was soft and soft, with a serious tone, but also uttered a sense of retardation, sounding smart and cute.

Lu Beihuai carried Song Qie, who had been chattering all the way on his back, knowing that he was fifty percent drunk, or he wouldn't have let himself be carried, and that the remaining fifty percent of his sobriety stayed on topics of interest to him, muttering to himself.

A bunch of doubts have yet to be asked, and I'd hoped to hear the drunken truth, but I've already questioned this behavior in the bar without reference.

He put his arms on Song Qie's hips, and felt the guy wobbling on his back, not wanting to hold his neck, and several times felt like leaning back, as if he was intentionally trying to scare him.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and put Song Qie on a chair by the side of the road.

......

Underneath the sky-high tree, with the streetlight dimly lit, the pretty drunk who had been put in the chair looked up at the person who had put him down.

Lu Beihuai stood in front of Song Qie, and saw the way he tilted his head to look up at himself, the tip of his nose a little red, and his translucent eyes were bewildered and critical.

"Why did you put me down?" Song Qie braced her hands on the edge of the chair and shifted her body, accusing, "I can't even sit still."

The tone is kinda mean.

Lu Beihuai let out a cry, "You still know you can't sit properly, why didn't I hold you properly when I carried you, so powerful you walked back by yourself."

"I can't walk straight." Song Qie frowned and 'tsked'.

Lu Beihuai laughed at this justification, "So I have to carry you?"

"Then can you not carry me?" Song Qie slapped his palm with the back of his hand, speaking with vigor as he looked up at Lu Beihuai : "What if I fall?"

"What you do about it is up to you, and it won't be me hugging you anyway." Lu Beihuai lowered his eyes indifferently and thrust his hands into his suit pants pockets.

This appears to be a firm attitude.

It's no use pouting.

"Oops." Song Qie stretched out his hand, pulled Lu Beihuai's belt, pulled the man to himself, hit his waist and abdomen with his forehead, probably feeling a little pain in his forehead from the hard impact, looked up to cover his forehead and complained, "You're so hard."

Lu Beihuai was caught off guard by such a pull, staggered two steps, good to stand firm, but by the other side of the forehead so a collision over, although the impact is waist and abdomen, but also almost hit the wrong position.

When he heard Song Qie say this, the knot in his throat rolled, and the color of his eyes deepened underneath his gold-rimmed glasses, "Song Qie, it's useless to be petulant."

Song Qie covered her forehead and looked at Lu Beihuai, frowning in depression, "Can't we just hug a little?"

"Do you realize what you're doing to yourself?"

"What am I doing?"

"You're spooning with me."

"I'm not, I just want you to hug me."

Lu Beihuai takes a deep breath: "......"

Song Qie opened her arms towards Lu Beihuai with a serious expression, "Really, give me a hug."

"You just said you hate me, so hold you still hate me?" Lu Beihuai asked.

The question seemed to put the mood on edge a bit.

Song Qie felt dizzy and lowered her head to cover her forehead, but pondered that much, "Well ...... can like it for now."

After saying that, he even compared the degree of a bit with his finger.

Just as he finished, he was met by Lu Beihuai bending down and undoing the jacket he was wearing.

"......?" Song Qie tilts her head, "Cold oh."

Lu Beihuai pulled his suit jacket off Song Qie, then draped it over his head, caging it behind his back, and then took both hands under his armpits and lifted the man face to face, his arms resting firmly on his hips as if he were holding a child.

Song Qie reflexively hugged the other party's neck and rested her head on her shoulder.

Feeling a wobble when you walk is very hypnotizing.

There weren't many people walking the path back to the dorms, and they weren't obvious.

"Song Qie, I still can't figure it out."

"...... Hmm?" Song Qie lay down on her broad shoulders, finding this comforting.

Lu Beihuai held the person steadily in his arms, and heard a reply with sleepiness in his ears, "Obviously you bullied me first, and then you coaxed me, you didn't coax me, so why can you say you don't like me first."

"...... who has bullied you."

Lu Beihuai heard that he still denied it and laughed coldly, "Song Qie, do you think that if you forgot about bullying me like that in the past yourself, I would forget? If the person who was bullied wasn't a character like me, they might not have been able to think about it long ago, even if you didn't beat me, do you think you can make me forgive for such violence?"

Song Qie's behavior in the past had made him sick and disgusted, and he had never hated someone so much, trampling on his dignity.

But then ...... why does it feel different.

So conflicted, he struggled so much.

"That's not me."

A murmured complaint came to his ears.

Lu Beihuai's footsteps suddenly stopped, he held the person in his arms without moving, stopped right under the dormitory building, and looked sideways at Song Qie who was lying on his shoulder: "What?"

The moment he lowered his head, the man with his eyes closed suddenly looked up.

Lips accidentally rubbed over, a brief soft touch before they had time to return, they crashed into the other side of the wet eyes, as if falling into another secret world, the steady heartbeat did not allow a sudden acceleration.

The two were so close that they could even feel their breath.

Song Qie felt a little dizzy, but felt awake, like a dream.

He raised his eyes to the Lu Beihuai in front of him, and for a moment he couldn't tell if it was real or a dream, only that he felt a strong urge for past grievances, and a desire to accuse.

But the words that came out of his mouth didn't seem to be what he thought they were.

"Because I'm an alien, running around outside."

"You know shit."

Lu Beihuai: "......"

"Hmph." Song Qie buries her head into her shoulders and neck again, closes her eyes, and yawns, drifting off to sleep in no time.

"Song Qie."

All that responded was the sound of soft, steady breathing and falling asleep.

Lu Beihuai frowned, what do you mean, drunken nonsense, this guy really does not have a serious word when he is drunk.

But the words dropped seeds of suspicion in the mind.

He is not a fool, Song Qie study or no study how would he know, the probability of a person who has never studied to be able to get into Cambridge is like the probability that he has lived a life of poverty for more than ten years, and suddenly one day told him that he was carried wrongly, and that his birth father and birth mother are luxurious.

It's the odds of winning the lottery.

Just like Song's father and mother said to him, they raised the child is what kind of how they do not know, never pampered arrogant character suddenly one day told them to be independent, they can leave alone.

But reality requires evidence to support speculation.

It's like a paternity test.

How can he prove that Song Qie is not Song Qie, and that the Song Qie now is another Song Qie? It seems far-fetched to say that it's a sudden enlightenment. At least treating himself badly in the past, treating himself like a dog, and suddenly starting to coax himself is a completely different feeling.

The guy he was holding in his arms was a better bully now.

Smart and a bully.

So that's why exactly.

He carried Song Qie back to his dormitory.

Who knew that as soon as he entered his dorm the guy was inexplicably hyper, clamoring to get down, and the first thing he did was run to his bathroom.

"Why are you so big here?"

Song Qie stood in the doorway of the restroom with his arms crossed, staring dead at that bathtub, his cheeks flushed and scrunched, puzzled, he looked again to where that toilet was, walked over, and sat down.

The door was left open, so he just sat down.

He habitually bent down to prop his hands on his thighs, resting his head and looking at Lu Beihuai with a sad face : "Hey, you know what?"

Lu Beihuai: "?"

"I just squatted in the restaurant restroom for a while with a stomachache, but I couldn't get it up." Song Qie sighed, "I'm constipated."

Lu Beihuai laughed out loud.

"Shhh!" Song Qie, seeing Lu Beihuai laughing, raised her hand and viciously 'shushed' him, pointing at him threateningly, "This is a secret, don't you dare just say anything!"

The young man sitting on the toilet was slightly drunk and moved with a slight slowness, but became a chatterbox, sometimes droll, sometimes fierce, and said everything.

"I already know your secret." Lu Beihuai walks into the restroom, stands up to Song Qie, leans over slightly, and reaches out to squeeze the back of the guy's neck, making him tilt his head up to look at himself.

His eyes landed on a bruise on his forehead, presumably from hitting it hard a while ago, and it was more visible now.

"What should I do?" Song Qie asked bitterly, adding, "It hurts a bit when you pinch me like that."

Lu Beihuai smiled lowly and repeated the pinch on the back of his neck, loosening the intensity slightly, "Yeah, what to do, I know your secret, then I can go around telling it."

The free hand touched this bruise on his forehead.

Thinking about what Hassan just said, Song Qie has had a couple of seizures, is she that incapable of taking care of herself, and without him she'd be even more incapable of taking care of herself.

So why should I hate myself.

"You can't say anything." Song Qie held the hand that touched her forehead and looked at Lu Beihuai with a pleading face : "Thank you."

Lu Beihuai : "Is it enough for you to say thank you to me? Do you yourself remember what you just said to me, why should I listen to you so much, you don't even like me."

Song Qie's head is buzzing from listening to this big speech, and he's a little sleepy as he staggers to his feet.

The top of the head hits Lu Beihuai's chin directly.

"Hiss..." Lu Beihuai was caught off guard by the impact, and straightened up in pain.

Song Qie covered her head in pain and glared at Lu Beihuai: "Why did you hit me?!"

Lu Beihuai was angry and laughed again, pinched Song Qie's cheeks and watched his cheeks bulge as he glared at himself in annoyance, "You're really good at being the first to complain, do you think I'm still going to be spoiled for you, I haven't forgotten about fooling me, don't think that I'm going to let you off just because you're drunk, and don't leave my dormitory tonight until you've made it clear to me."

"You want to sleep with me?" Song Qie felt her face hurt and tried to rip his hand off.

"Who said anything about sleeping with you?"

"You said it." Song Qie was pinched in the face and spoke in an urn, but her eyes were shining brightly as she stared at Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai's brow knitted tightly, sensing that his words seemed to be slipping out of his mouth as the guy slipped away, he let go and let out a soft chuckle, "Uh, yeah, I said, sleep with me tonight."

"And say you're not gay."

"I'm not."

"You like me."

"I didn't."

"I hate you."

"......"

Song Qie lifted his hand, his finger pointing at Lu Beihuai's cheek, poking it hard, but in the next second his whole body was carried on his shoulder, being carried out of the restroom, he exclaimed in shock.

Before he could react he was thrown onto the bed.

He was already dizzy, and was even more so the moment he was dropped, and a moment later, he felt the warmth of the bully, the firm arm braced against his ear, and the dangerous scent of the overwhelming fall.

Song Qie looked dizzily at Lu Beihuai, who was pressed against her body, and before she could react, her hand was grabbed and placed on the edge of the slightly cool frame.

was carried in a broad hand and hooked off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his forefinger.

His gaze slammed right into these somber eyes on him, the inky tide underneath them as hot and thick as the body heat covering them, which seemed to have a subtle collision effect with his own starting to burn.

The atmosphere became ambiguous.

The temperature climbs.

"Song Qie, what makes you hate me?"

The breath that landed on his cheeks sank in, the tone of the words familiar, like a broken jar he'd heard three years ago.

"Well then, if you hate me anyway, it's better to hate me even more."