Chapter 47: It reacted to Song Qie.

The body is weak and fragile47

The night was thick outside the window.

The beds in the single dorms aren't that big.

The arm pinned above his head by the big hand was slender and white, the sleeve of his thin sweater slipping off as he raised it, and his knuckles reddening as he struggled against the pillow.

The palm-sized face was covered by the other hand, revealing only the bewildered, wet eyes.

The eyes were innocent, like the eyes of a carefree dog, slightly intoxicated, and placed on a face that was too pretty only added to the man's anger.

With that, he was blindfolded by the tie.

The young man lying on the dark sheets was blindfolded by a dark tie, which covered the slightly drunken and beautiful face, and ruffled the hair on his forehead, revealing only the delicate nose and lips, the cheeks flushed with a scarlet color, which had gradually tinted the tips of the ears and the neck.

It would have been revenge.

But it makes the image all the more visually striking, and makes the otherwise egregious punishment seem overwhelming and self-inflicted.

"...... Lu Beihuai."

The person called had no mind to answer, his eyes were swallowed hot and gulped.

"It's so dark."

The mere word, the very soft murmur of a word, disconcerts the head's breath and shakes the judgment.

Song Qie felt that she was blinded, her head was already drowsy, but now it was really like a dream, her judgment of danger was blocked, she obviously felt that she could not move, but her subconscious mind was not to scream for help.

Or maybe it was knowing who was in front of him.

And maybe know what he wants to do.

There just wasn't a very strong defense, as if he subconsciously knew that this person wouldn't do this, wasn't such a person, wasn't such an animal.

"I'm so sleepy."

The tone of his voice was too much of a pout, not taking into account that the man in front of him was no longer the teenager he was three years ago, but a man.

Lu Beihuai lowered his eyes, the bottom of his eyes reflected this appearance of Song Qie, the color of his eyes sank horribly, his disordered breathing made the restrained anger in his heart continue to ferment, the strength of his grip on his wrist tightened more and more, but this was not able to alleviate the emotions that he couldn't feel.

Can't get any release.

He felt slipped by Song Qie again.

But Song Qie didn't do anything, he blindfolded him with his tie, and he's in a dominant position, so why?

Why does it still feel so suffocating and bad?

The emotions that pressed on his heart and couldn't be rattled kept pushing forward, like a screaming, hungry beast that couldn't wait to devour and dismantle the person underneath him.

The impulse gradually swallowed reason, and there was absolutely no idea why he was doing what he was doing.

He leaned down, buried his face into Song Qie's shoulder and neck, turned his face sideways, and kissed the side of the white, slender neck, like a big wolf dog that smells meat, this flavor instantly hit the heart and taste buds, the blood in his body boiled, and even his heartbeat was in disarray.

"...... It tickles." Song Qie felt herself falling asleep, listening to her head breathe like a lullaby.

Consciousness is reduced to a little bit of somatic touch.

Kisses fell on the tip of the nose again, almost slapdash, originally only wanted to gently kiss, but Song Qie nu nose, the tip of the nose touched the lips near at hand, is a slight cool touch on the warmth.

Someone is about to erupt.

Unable to restrain the valve of emotion any longer, the bottom of his eyes was a fascinated greed that he could not discover, and he brought his lips from the forehead, landing on the eyes that were covered by the tie, and then down to kiss the tip of the nose, the cheeks, the ears ......

The sweat on his forehead lingered for a microsecond at the spot where the veins surfaced, slid down his cheeks, and dripped off his tightly closed lips.

Drop by drop, it makes a mess with the breath.

Lu Beihuai felt like he was going crazy.

With each kiss he questioned what the hell he was doing, hadn't he said he didn't like it, then why did he kiss like that, why did he feel the urge to do so.

He finally stopped in front of his near lips, the knot in his throat rolling.

Song Qie is asleep.

The guy was defenseless and sleeping, blindfolded and so well behaved, breathing shallowly, while he was sniffing around like a vicious wolf.

Honestly, one is perfectly capable of taking advantage of people and doing whatever one wants to do, inappropriately.

In that case what's the difference between him and an abuser.

But ......

Why?

He's not gay and doesn't like men.

But it's up.

It reacted to Song Qie.

Lu Beihuai stared at the sleeping face, and in the next second, the arm supporting Song Qie's face suddenly tightened, and the muscle lines under the black shirt were clearly in a state of tautness, and he violently rolled over and sat up.

He sat on the edge of the bed gasping for breath, trying to calm his brother down.

However such a mental note didn't help, and annoyed, he buried his head between his arms.

The feeling caused him great struggle and pain.

Why?

Why would he have lusted// for Song Qie, would have lusted// that strongly, how is that possible, it's ridiculous.

Lu Beihuai can't sit still, he thinks it's just the atmosphere he's just created deliberately, it must be the atmosphere.

How could one possibly feel for someone who had bullied them.

So took out his cell phone on the push, tried to find a lot of films about this to see, see two men, all kinds of just sweep a dozen or so seconds are only feel sickened and disgusted, he simply do not have any feeling for these films.

So he's not gay and doesn't like men.

The whole thing calmed down instantly.

He was instantly relieved and relieved.

As a result Song Qie on the bed let out a murmur, a very soft, muffled hum, and it looked up instantly almost as soon as the sound fell.

Lu Beihuai: "......"

He tilted his head back and took a deep breath, then buried his head between his arms, rubbing his head hard with his hands, unable to hold back a low growl of suppressed restraint as his irritation climbed to a peak.

"Song Qie ......"

A gritted voice squeezed out from between his lips.

Finally, he unties the tie from the sleeping Song Qie's eyes, takes the slightly damp tie in his hand, and walks to the restroom.

You can still wash the tie when it's dirty.

But a dirty cell phone screen protector, well, that's not a good idea to wash it.

Even lying next to Song Qie in the dead of night, staring at his face for the whole night, looking for answers in the name of searching for answers, he was so mesmerized that he didn't even realize he was smiling.

And I don't know what I'm laughing at.

Inexplicable.

......

The next day.

There was no alarm on my cell phone this morning, and I had no classes in the morning, so I was able to sleep in.

Song Qie woke up and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling for a minute or two before realizing that this wasn't his dormitory, so scared that he rolled over and sat up, looking around the dormitory, which was twice as big as he was.

"Awake?"

He sniffed and looked over, and saw Lu Beihuai coming out of the bathroom, wiping his hair, lifting his arms sturdy, the upper half of his body undried water droplets dripping down, sliding down the muscle texture, no flab, clear eight-pack abs along with the rise and fall of the breath, broad shoulders and narrow waist at a glance.

The bottom half of the body is wearing gray sweatpants, and this color just shows off the shape.

The scene was just too visual in the morning.

Hormones are bursting at the seams.

Lu Beihuai put down the towel and walked to the bedside, seeing Song Qie's sleepy look, her eyes penetrating innocence, and she dared to wink at herself to be pampered, he directly put the towel over this face.

"?" Song Qie was caught off guard by a towel covering his face, which he pulled off in a panic, "What! Wet towel!" He threw the towel back at Lu Beihuai.

Why is this person always so inexplicable.

"Still dare to lose your temper with me?" Lu Beihuai took the towel: "You tossed me around all night last night, if you dare to give me a sip of wine in the future see if I don't--"

The last few words ended abruptly.

What does he want?

Are you crazy?

Song Qie lifted the covers and hurriedly got out of bed, sitting on the edge of the bed ready to bend over and put on her shoes, "How was I supposed to know it was wine, I thought it was apple cider vinegar as usual and it was only two sips."

Why is he in the Lu Beihuai dormitory?

It really doesn't seem to ring a bell at all.

I don't think he punched himself, did he? And he didn't say anything crazy, did he?

"This is how you treat me after I carried you back?" Lu Beihuai kicks the pair of shoes away with an expressionless face.

Song Qie : "......" I'm going.

He was also carrying a sock in his hand.

Lu Beihuai saw it, reached out and took the sock away, stuffing it in his pocket to keep it off.

Song Qie looks puzzled, "What are you doing? I'm putting on my shoes."

"Is that your attitude?" Lu Beihuai frowned, seeing how anxious he was to leave, "I was the one who carried you back last night, and I even let you sleep in this bed, so no thanks?"

When Song Qie heard this, she bowed sincerely to Lu Beihuai, "Thank you~"

Lu Beihuai took a deep breath, his forehead protruding, the towel in his hand kneaded into a ball, and threw it to the sofa next to him, and this strength is not small, so it can be seen that he is not in a good mood.

Song Qie saw him do this and something flashed through her mind.

Something dawned on him, "Oh! You threw me on the bed last night!"

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie's sudden anger and was practically laughing in anger: "You're still angry at yourself? You yourself said something all the way last night and lost your temper, I haven't settled the score with you yet."

"Then you'll just leave me on the road." Song Qie propped his hands on the edge of the bed, he lowered his head and muttered in a small voice, "...... It's not like I wanted you to carry me back."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the youth's hair was a bit messy, his bare feet stepped on the floor, presumably because they felt cool, the beautiful jade-like clean insteps rubbed against each other, and the neatly manicured fingernail caps showed a light pink color.

Even the feet look so cute now.

Anachronistic images arose in his mind again, what would this foot feel like if he stepped on it? Would it be ticklish? I suppose it would, the guy was ticklish, he knew that.

Lu Beihuai eyes a black, deep breath and close your eyes.

Crazy, obviously it was resolved in the morning.

What he's thinking ！！！！！

Song Qie listening to Lu Beihuai no sound, carefully look up to see him, the result is to see something slowly raised, is too hardcore, expression frozen, slowly cover the mouth.

He looked anxiously at Lu Beihuai and pointed with his finger, "Ah, that ...... relative of yours."

"I advise you better put your hand down." Lu Beihuai mumbled, staring at Song Qie's thin, white hand, damn it, is he crazy enough to think about his hand.

Song Qie immediately pressed her hand to her □□□, glanced at Lu Beihuai's dark face, and didn't know why he was so fierce, but she guessed the general idea.

"Actually, well, that's normal, and you're a healthy, normal man, and right in the middle of-"

"I don't need you to remind me if I'm straight or not, and I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut."

Song Qie pursed her lips and clasped her hands.

He met Lu Beihuai's cold and gloomy look, the air pressure around him seemed to have lowered a few points, but he saw him staring at himself, the emotions under his gold glasses were complicated to the extreme, not waiting for him to study the man's difficult to understand emotions, then he heard an even more inexplicable sentence.

"Song Qie, your breathing is seriously bothering me."

Song Qie: "......"

He was at a loss, huh?