Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Chapter 296: The Connivance of the Older

Gong Huasui, relying on the alcohol, said, "Is it really true?"

Chi Qinghe supported him and walked up the steps to the porch. "Really."

"Wow... I don't believe it! Qinghe said he wouldn't be mad at me!"

Gong Huasui hugged Chi Qinghe's waist, rubbed his head restlessly, and started crying and acting like a spoiled child.

Chi Qinghe sighed, touched the furry head on his left shoulder, and patted it soothingly.

"It's fake, fake. I like you so much, how can I be angry?"

Gong Huasui's head rested on Chi Qinghe's neck like a pendulum, swinging back and forth, "How much do you have to like someone so much that you don't have time to like them?"

Chi Qinghe patiently answered his quirky questions.

"I love you so much, the house can't hold it, the ocean can't hold it, the sky can't hold it... So, don't worry that I won't like you, my love for you has no limits."

Their bodies were pressed very close, separated only by two thin layers of cloth.

Chi Qinghe could even feel the increasingly obvious heartbeat and hot body of the drunkard behind him.

"Qinghe...you've changed a lot. Before, you wouldn't say these words to comfort me. You would only say...if you think so, there's nothing I can do...humph, you big scumbag!"

"But it's different now. You say so many sweet words. I love listening to them. I even recorded them. Um...my phone..."

Gong Huasui moved his hand down, but he was not touching his own body. He rubbed Chi Qinghe's loose and soft nightgown and searched for its pockets in a daze.

"Huh? My phone is missing..."

Unable to find it outside, he slipped through the gap in her pajamas. The moment his large, hot palm touched her slightly cool skin, Chi Qinghe shuddered.

The drunkard's actions behind him became more and more outrageous. Chi Qinghe's face flushed and his body trembled as he dragged the drunkard towards the door step by step. He didn't relax until the door closed with a bang.

Gong Huasui completely forgot about looking for his cell phone, or maybe he had never intended to do so from the beginning.

He treated Chi Qinghe as a small cake, licking him happily and rubbing him even happier. The vibration of his chest spread in the entrance along with his uncontrollable laughter.

Chi Qinghe did not stop Gong Huasui's moving hands from beginning to end. The heat in his body gradually accumulated and his breathing became much heavier, but when he spoke, he still maintained a gentle and restrained tone.

"You're so happy you found your phone?"

"No cell phone... only... my baby! The best baby... I won't trade it for anyone!" Gong Huasui muttered.

Chi Qinghe carefully placed the drunkard on his back on the shoe-changing stool and squatted down to help him take off his shoes.

In a place where Chi Qinghe couldn't notice, Gong Huasui was not drunk at all.

All I could see was Chi Qinghe's drooping eyebrows and her beautiful white chest under her loose nightgown.

There were still pink traces of his mischief last night, with teeth marks all over every ambiguous corner. Every time he bit her, he would get an extremely cute reaction from his lover, which almost killed him.

He licked his lips, and his dark brown eyes clearly revealed his terrifying and straightforward possessiveness of the person in front of him.

He tightened his grip on the stool, his nails almost digging into the wood, just enough to suppress the restless desire in his heart.

He can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and no matter how spicy the wine is, it cannot disrupt his normal judgment.

He is just pretending.

Because he got a very interesting news tonight.

I especially want to see what Qinghe will do to him.

look forward to……

"Tick-"

Chi Qinghe's pupils contracted rapidly, and his gaze quickly moved from the sudden red spot on the snow-white tiles to Gong Huasui's hand that was panickingly covering the tip of his nose.

"Qinghe...blood...am I going to die..." Gong Huasui reacted quickly, tears welling up in his eyes, and he choked softly.

Chi Qinghe froze for a moment, then quickly stood up from the ground.

"No, don't panic."

There were tissues everywhere in the house. He took three in a row, folded them into a thick stack, and placed it under Gong Huasui's nose.

"Press it yourself."

Gong Huasui obediently raised his hand to hold down the tissue.

Chi Qinghe took out a new pack of wet wipes from the cabinet.

He took Gong Huasui's other hand and carefully wiped the blood-stained area.

This time he didn't dare squat in front of Gong Huasui again, but sat with him on the shoe-changing bench in the entrance hall, and tied his clothes tighter.

Gong Huasui noticed this action, pouted his lips and hummed, "Qinghe... wants..."

Chi Qinghe took Gong Huasui's other hand and wiped it. He tilted his head and kissed his pouting mouth, coaxing him, "Wait a moment, drink the hangover soup first."

"Tonight, okay?!" Gong Huasui's heart was pounding faster.

After he chatted with Uncle Chi in the study last night, Qinghe brought him here and was extremely enthusiastic, which he could not resist at all.

However, due to his lack of restraint for the first time, Qinghe's health was not very good. Last night he endured it until his scalp was about to explode, but he still did not dare to take the last step.

Chi Qinghe did not answer Gong Huasui's question directly, but led him into the kitchen and handed Gong Huasui the hangover soup in the thermos.

"Be good, drink the soup first."

Gong Huasui took it, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, he leaned forward, blinked his innocent eyes, and skillfully asked for a reward.

Chi Qinghe suppressed his laughter and gave him a solid kiss. Then, he put his ear to Gong Huasui's earlobe and laughed hoarsely.

"Sui Sui, how about we play a game tonight?"

Gong Huasui's mind was suddenly filled with the busy tone. His hoarse throat struggled for a long time before he finally squeezed out four words.

"what game?"

Chi Qinghe kept it a secret, "Go take a shower first, and then I'll tell you."

The sound of water in the bathroom continued. Chi Qinghe's eyes fell vaguely on the empty paper bag. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and his mouth was dry.

He took off the watch on his wrist and put it in the drawer, then tightened the belt of his bathrobe and paced back and forth at the bathroom door.

Until the sound of water stopped, Gong Huasui's muffled questioning voice was heard.

"Qinghe...clothes..."

Chi Qinghe suddenly didn't have the courage to listen any further, so he ran out of the room in a panic and went into the tea room behind the living room on the second floor.

He pretended to be calm and made himself a pot of tea. He then controlled the smart home system to close all the curtains and turn off the lights, leaving only a small table lamp on the tea table.

The clear tea was served in a porcelain cup. Chi Qinghe held it but had no desire to drink it. He only felt ashamed after realizing it belatedly.

Because of that movie, he got so excited that he called Uncle Feng and asked him to find Sui Sui's school uniform and send it to him...

He covered his face and his ears turned completely red.

He still remembers the three seconds of silence Uncle Feng maintained after listening to his long, hesitant speech.

"Mr. Chi, the young master has several school uniforms. How about I send them all to you?"

"No... no need, Huayang's school uniform is enough."

"Ok."

The old housekeeper agreed one second, and sent him a bunch of school uniforms the next second.

Before coming to Huayang to study, Gong Huasui attended various universities at home and abroad, and was dazzled by the array of British and American uniforms.

The old housekeeper was especially considerate and washed him once. The rich aroma of lavender and lemon leaves filled his entire brain like a bomb.

Except for Huayang's school uniform, he left the rest in the car.

I really don't have the face to do that.

But hiding like this all the time isn't the right thing to do...

Suisui was drunk anyway, and he might not remember what he did tomorrow morning.

He rubbed his ears, turned off the last desk lamp in frustration, pushed away the chair, stood up and prepared to go back to his room.

"Qinghe."

Chi Qinghe was stunned.

"You changed my clothes...you're a bad guy!"

Beside the glass brick wall, Gong Huasui, dressed in school uniform, tugged at the hem of his clothes and looked at him awkwardly.

There was no light source in the room. The silvery moonlight outside the window shone through the gauze curtains. In the hazy light and shadow, the young man's thin and upright body, his aggrieved and accusing eyes, and his black hair drooping softly by his ears, everything seemed to have returned to five years ago.

Almost instantly, Chi Qinghe's eyes turned red. He tried his best to control his breathing, and moved closer step by step, touching the boy's cheek step by step.

Warm, soft, and touchable.

Gong Huasui rubbed his palm dependently, and made strange gurgling sounds with his mouth, as if he was very satisfied with what Chi Qinghe did to him.

"Sui Sui, how many bottles of wine did you drink tonight?"

Gong Huasui blinked, wrinkled his nose and tried to recall for a long time, and finally pinched out a small cup of it with his index finger and thumb.

"A little bit, hehe."

"Drunk?"

"Um...I'm not drunk, I'm sober!"

"Will you still remember that I changed your clothes tomorrow?"

Gong Huasui thought hard, "Yes! I'm not drunk, I will definitely remember the bad things Qinghe did to me!"

Chi Qinghe had no awareness of deceiving the drunkard and seduced him with the most gentle and alluring voice in the world.

"But I want you to forget... Sui Sui is a good kid and will listen to me, right? Tell me, will you still remember it tomorrow?"

His hand slid down slowly, Gong Huasui's eyes suddenly tightened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he ground his teeth several times before he gritted his teeth and uttered a word.

"meeting."

Chi Qinghe's smile deepened, "It seems he is really drunk."

Hearing this, Gong Huasui lost his temper, hugged Chi Qinghe, and cried, "Qinghe, you bad guy, you only know how to bully me! I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk! You will remember everything!"

Chi Qinghe was almost deafened by the shout, but he laughed very happily.

He took Gong Huasui's hand and returned to the room. Without waiting for the crying person behind him to react, he pushed him onto the bed.

The mattress was very soft, and when Gong Huasui fell on it, it bounced twice. Just as he was struggling to get up, his eyes suddenly widened.

Chi Qinghe pressed one knee on the bed. The silk was so smooth that a large area of ​​skin between her legs was exposed.

Gong Huasui's perspective was already low, so when he looked up, he could see everything.

What’s even more terrible is that Chi Qinghe was untying the laces of his pajamas in front of him.

His fingers were very white, and when they were hooked on the dark laces, the contrast between the two was so intense that even the temptation was silent.

But he seemed to be in trouble. There were too many knots on the belt and he couldn't untie it for a while.

In the end, he simply gave up and ignored Gong Huasui's stunned movements. He pressed forward, hugged his head and kissed him.

She kissed him and bullied him at the same time.

Gong Huasui instinctively crossed her legs, hugged his waist, and tilted her head back to respond to his kiss.

The delicate sounds of kisses and water, ambiguous and moist, mixed with the caress of clothes, echoed faintly in the silent and empty room.

At this moment, he tasted the wet and salty tears on the tip of his tongue, and the corners of his lips became slippery. Gong Huasui suddenly stopped moving.

Chi Qinghe pressed the back of his neck dissatisfiedly, and his lips and tongue searched Gong Huasui's teeth, but he did not get the more violent response as usual. After a while, he felt the uncontrollable trembling of the man below.

He slowed down his movements, but before leaving, he bit Gong Huasui's lips as a punishment.

"Pretending to be drunk again."

His voice is still sexy, magnetic and deep, and very alluring.

Chi Qinghe wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes nonchalantly.

But Gong Huasui was right in front of him, the eighteen-year-old him.

They were so close that he could hear his breathing. He couldn't control himself. His tears flowed like a dam bursting. The more he wiped them away, the more they came.

Gong Huasui hugged the person in his arms tighter with heartache, and patted his back gently, again and again, with an inexplicably reassuring tone, which opened up all the emotional valves of Chi Qinghe.

"Qinghe, don't cry."

Chi Qinghe bit Gong Huasui's shoulder, and soon tasted the sweet and fishy taste of blood in his mouth. Tears welled up in his eyes, rolling down one by one and mixing with the blood.

At a certain moment, Chi Qinghe thought that they should be like this, inseparable and completely integrated. Only in this way could the lingering guilt in his heart be alleviated a little.

He loosened his teeth and licked inch by inch with the tip of his tongue, slowly moving up from the wound, to the Adam's apple, chin, lips, nose tip, and finally to the pair of eyes that seemed to have traveled through five years of missed appointment and would only look at him.

"Sui Sui."

"Ah."

"……fine."

Chi Qinghe's fingertips dug into the boy's soft and fluffy hair, kneading, pinching, and pulling. His movements were a bit rough, but he controlled the strength so as not to hurt Gong Huasui.

"Don't drink so much, and don't smoke so much."

Gong Huasui responded in a soft voice, "I know it's bad for your health, and I won't do it again."

"no."

Gong Huasui: “?”

Chi Qinghe moved closer to Gong Huasui, his bitten, moist, red lips opening and closing, his warm breath lingering around the boy's earlobe.

His voice was very soft, and his pronunciation was vague and hazy, but each drop of his voice fell into Gong Huasui's heart, like a drop of water rolling into gushing magma, evaporating him so that he was floating in the air and not knowing what was going on.

"Qinghe, is it really possible? As long as I'm under pressure, no matter when, no matter where... it's okay?"

"Ah."

"Where's the office? Your office!"

"can."

"What about the car? Small cars, big cars, both are OK?"

"can."

"What about the swimming pool? Is it okay to be in the water?"

"can."

"What about in the cupboard, in the wardrobe, or in front of the mirror?"

Chi Qinghe paused. He felt like he had dug a big hole for himself, but the words were gone and he couldn't take them back.

Pretending to ignore Gong Huasui's sparkling eyes, he nodded slowly.

"I also bought a lot of castles and islands. We can hang out on the beach... Ugh!"

Chi Qinghe lowered his head and kissed the chattering lips.

His intuition told him that he couldn't let this person imagine anything further.

In the original text, the playboy who indulged in nightclubs did disappear, but the playful nature hidden in his bones remained unchanged, and he directed all his efforts on Chi Qinghe.