Although Lin Zhiyu had a nice smile and a soft voice, Liang Qihe didn't like the feeling of being used as someone else's substitute. But as soon as he withdrew his hand, he saw Lin Zhiyu flattening his lips and saying "no", and then his injured right hand reached out to grab him.
Lin Zhiyu's right wrist was wrapped with a white elastic bandage, and his face looked aggrieved to the point of crying. Liang Qihe suddenly had no reason to be angry.
Why is he arguing with a drunkard? If Lin Zhiyu was sober, he wouldn't even want to see him, so how could he show such a look to him.
Liang Qihe said helplessly: "How can I pick you up when you're holding me like this? Or can you stand up on your own?"
Lin Zhiyu nodded and said, "Pull me."
Liang Qihe held his arm and saw that he was trying hard to stand up, but it was useless after trying twice, and he almost had to use his right hand to hold the car door for help. Liang Qihe quickly held his hand, not expecting to communicate with him again this time. He took out the car key and unlocked it, opened the back seat door and took him in.
I thought it would be fine just to fasten the seat belt, but it turned out that Lin Zhiyu was dishonest. It was as if there was a needle pricking him under his buttocks, and she held Liang Qihe's fingers and refused to let go.
Liang Qihe had no choice but to communicate with him again: "How can I drive if you don't let me go?"
Lin Zhiyu shook his head, staring at Liang Qihe with unfocused eyes: "Let you go and leave."
He didn't know if he was really drunk or something. When he answered the questions, he was very organized, but he couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly.
Liang Qihe hangs out in bars all year round and has encountered all types of drunks. He even met a guy who was obviously straight, but when he was drunk, he touched him like a woman and wanted to rape him. Therefore, he didn't delve into Lin Zhiyu's drunken state. He just lowered his tone and said, "I won't leave, I will send you back. Be good, let go of your hand first."
He used the patience he used to coax women, but Lin Zhiyu still refused to let go. The grievances he had been holding in his heart all night were revealed to him through those moist eyes.
Lin Zhiyu said with a choked voice: "You send me back, and then what? Go to see Huang Qian again?"
Liang Qihe looked at Lin Zhiyu speechlessly. He didn't need to guess now. Lin Zhiyu made it clear to him. However, Liang Qihe kept bending over and being pulled by him. This posture was uncomfortable for a long time. Liang Qihe looked around and saw that Lin Zhiyu might not be able to sit still, so he had no choice but to pick Lin Zhiyu up, kick the car door shut with his feet, and walk to the opposite side to hail a taxi.
The person leaning in his arms finally calmed down, and those slender eyes no longer had the indifference and resistance they usually had when seeing him, but blinked like an innocent deer, as if they would lose sight of him after just one glance and will disappear.
Liang Qihe really couldn't stand the fact that he was so enthusiastic but regarded himself as someone else, so he could only look at the traffic on both sides intently, hoping that an empty car would stop as soon as possible.
But he overestimated the traffic flow on the Riverside Sightseeing Road in the middle of the night. He stood there for several minutes, but there were no more than twenty private cars coming and going, let alone taxis.
Liang Qihe started hugging Lin Zhiyu from the lighthouse. Now his arms were so sore that he had to lower his head to look at the deer and discussed: "If you can't stop the car, I'll drive back. If you don't want to sit in the back, Sit next to me, I won’t leave anyway.”
The deer shook his head, not sure whether he understood what he said, and said, "Don't go home."
Liang Qihe felt that he was asking for trouble. Why was he following Lin Zhiyu when he had nothing to do? Does Lin Zhiyu have an affair or not? What does it have to do with him?
But looking at Lin Zhiyu who was so drunk, he couldn't really make up his mind to ignore it, so he had to change his words: "Okay, if you don't want to go home, then go to my place."
Lin Zhiyu still refused: "I don't want to see Huang Qian."
Liang Qihe understood again that Fang Haowei should be living with his girlfriend. I had no choice but to change: "Then find a place to continue drinking. I'll go to the intersection ahead to see if there are any cars. Can you go by yourself?"
This time Lin Zhiyu finally nodded. Liang Qihe put him down and saw that he was swaying as soon as he stood up straight. His feet gave way and he fell into his arms again.
Liang Qihe held his shoulders and felt lights flashing in the distance. Looking back, he saw a yellow taxi approaching like a timely rain.
Liang Qihe quickly picked him up and told the driver the address of Xiamen Bay.
The driver pressed the meter and started. Liang Qihe breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to open the window, he felt Lin Zhiyu approaching again. He turned around and saw Lin Zhiyu holding his clothes with his left hand, burying his face in his chest and breathing. He wanted to fasten Lin Zhiyu's seat belt, but Lin Zhiyu didn't move after pushing twice, as if he just fell asleep.
Liang Qihe let him lie in his arms, thinking that he would be relieved when he got home. Unexpectedly, the driver's driving skills were so impressive. After braking a few times, Lin Zhiyu moved in his arms and suddenly vomited without warning.
Liang Qihe didn't even have the energy to curse, and watched helplessly as Lin Zhiyu vomited all over his clothes on his chest, including on his hands. He quickly helped Lin Zhiyu to sit up straight. Lin Zhiyu covered his mouth and closed his eyes tightly, looking as embarrassed as ever before.
The driver knew what was going on when he smelled the smell in the air. He turned around and just started to curse when he heard Liang Qihe's voice even more impatient than him: "Is five hundred for the car wash enough?"
The driver swallowed the words in his throat and continued driving. Looking at Lin Zhiyu who was covering his mouth tightly, his eyelashes were wet and he couldn't help feeling nauseated, Liang Qihe pinched his eyebrows with a headache, but stretched out his other hand and put it on his back, stroking it up and down until the car Stopped at the gate of Xiamen Bay.
Liang Qihe transferred 700 yuan to the driver. When the driver saw how generous he was, he got out of the car with a smile and opened the door for him. He didn't mind the smell of vomit on both of them, and helped Liang Qihe carry Lin Zhiyu to the hotel on the back.
Liang Qihe walked into the lobby from the avenue at the gate. As soon as the security guard on duty saw him, he came up and asked him if he wanted to help. He lifted the person on his back and said no. The security guard walked in front and pressed the elevator floor button for him.
After the elevator door closed, Liang Qihe saw the head lying on his shoulder through the reflective box wall.
Lin Zhiyu kept his head hanging, not knowing whether he was awake or asleep, but Liang Qihe guessed that he was not asleep, otherwise the thing behind him that was pressing against him would not be justified.
Neither of them spoke, until Liang Qihe entered the house before he wanted to put Lin Zhiyu down, but Lin Zhiyu clung to his shoulders and refused to let go. He thought they were so dirty that they might as well go to the bathroom directly, so he carried Lin Zhiyu to the second floor.
When he arrived at the door of the master bedroom, he remembered that Lin Zhiyu had locked the door, so he had to put him in the public bathroom on the second floor.
There was a non-slip mat on the floor. As soon as Lin Zhiyu sat down, he opened his eyes and looked at him with aggrieved eyes. he held on to the hem of his clothes with his left hand.
Liang Qihe didn't even try to break his hand. He directly took the shower head, adjusted the water temperature, and first poured it on himself, then pointed the water at him.
Lin Zhiyu instinctively closed her eyes. Liang Qihe squatted down, and the hot water rushed along his chest. He took a handful of water and wiped his face. The spitted filth flowed into the sewer with the water. Seeing that it was almost washed away, Liang Qihe Turning off the water, he began to unzip his sports coat.
Lin Zhiyu leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, letting Liang Qihe take off his jacket and T-shirt. He didn't open his eyes until the innermost sports vest was about to be lifted up.
Liang Qihe didn't know if he still thought of himself as Fang Haowei. He just wanted to take advantage of his rare peace of mind to get clean and go to bed to end this night of torture.
What Lin Zhiyu saw in his eyes was still the person he thought about day and night, but didn't dare to cross the line and couldn't have him. He was drunk, but the memory of Fang Haowei was not lost in his mind. When Fang Haowei rescued him, he was even more embarrassed than he is now. At that time, Fang Haowei also took off his shirt and pants, gave him a set of clean clothes and asked him to take a shower.
So when Liang Qihe took off his shirt, he didn't resist, but his face was already extremely red.
How could Liang Qihe not see his expression? The look in his eyes that was clearly dodging but couldn't help but drift towards him was so obvious. But Liang Qihe knew that what he was looking at was not him, so he continued to take off his clothes without any distractions.
But he stopped when he touched Lin Zhiyu's underwear.
Those were white underwear that he had seen in his closet, and they were all the same style in a pile. But unlike keeping it in the closet, this pair of underwear is now stretched out by desire.
White is the easiest color to see through. Even if he doesn't take it off when it's wet, Liang Qihe can clearly see the scenery under the translucent fabric.
Although Lin Zhiyu had a pretty face and was not as thin as when he was wearing a white shirt, he thought Liang Qihe was someone else after all. This alone made Liang Qihe have no idea.
Liang Qihe took the shower head, turned on the water flow again, and said to Lin Zhiyu, "Close your eyes."
Lin Zhiyu closed his eyes obediently, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, unable to hide his excitement in front of his sweetheart.
The smell of vomit couldn't be washed away by washing, so Liang Qihe washed his hair, squeezed the shower gel into his hand, and scrubbed his body. Lin Zhiyu kept biting his lip, opened his eyes slightly, and watched Liang Qihe's hands touching his body. There was obviously no hesitation or provocation in that action, but he was getting hotter and hotter, wanting more and more.
Especially when those hands avoided his erect nipples and the hard thing between his legs, he was a little out of breath.
Liang Qihe paused while holding the showerhead, and his eyes stopped on Lin Zhiyu's face.
His face was red and hot, and he was obviously so shy that he looked like he was about to cry, but the movements of his hands were very bold.
The only strong left hand held Liang Qihe's hand, and directed the water from the shower between his legs, directing it at the desire that was still tightly bound by his underwear.
Then he saw Lin Zhiyu clasping his legs and couldn't help but scream.
"Uh-huh!"
"Hao Wei..."
Liang Qihe was stunned by his intoxicated expression and urgent movements, but he retracted his hand when he heard him calling Fang Haowei's name. The water from the shower swayed and rushed onto Lin Zhiyu's fair thighs.
As soon as the pleasure stopped, Lin Zhiyu opened his eyes uncomfortably, looked at him with that pitiful look, pulled his hand and said, "Don't stop..."
E/N: if anything happens between them, I won't be surprised