Chapter 271: Extra "Fascinated by Shanghai" (IX)

Xie Qingcheng took He Yu to the Jazz Bistro at the Peace Hotel.

In his thirty years of life, he had never taken anyone to a bar, not even this kind of bar, but today he made an exception.

He Yu watched with surprise as he ordered two bottles of red wine and some canapés, and after the waiter confirmed the order and left, Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes and met He Yu's almond-shaped eyes in the ambiguous candlelight.

"What are you looking at me for." Xie Qingcheng unbuttoned his shirt and leaned back in his cowhide chair.

In the midst of all the lights and the singing, his angular, handsome, serious face didn't seem so unsympathetic.

The bar is not non-smoking, Xie Qingcheng lights one, rests his hand on the wooden table of the bistro, looks at He Yu in the haze of smoke, and his voice is low: "Is there something on my face?"

"No." He Yu was momentarily a little lightheaded by his damn charm, "I just didn't think you'd bring me here."

Xie Qingcheng rarely brought some joking meaning: "In a few days you will go to college, it is right to relax before the start of the school year."

The musicians at the jazz bar play the same love songs that have echoed on the Bund for decades, and which He Yu heard alone more than a decade ago, and which he later enjoyed with Xie Qingcheng.

In the two years when He Yu was absolutely nowhere to be found, Xie Qingcheng came to this bar alone, and the words "Love you, hate you" became the frustrated sighs of yesterday's teenagers.

Until today, Xie Qingcheng took the initiative to invite He Yu here.

Love songs are only finally love songs again, and those pains can finally be healed.

Xie Qingcheng poured a glass of red wine for He Yu. Through the swaying color of the glass, He Yu saw Xie Qingcheng's mature male beauty, which was even more intoxicating than the color of the wine.

Xie Qingcheng slightly lifted the rose-blood-red shaking goblet, and lightly clinked it with He Yu.

After drinking a glass of wine, the man suddenly got up and offered his hand to He Yu, just as He Yu had invited him back then, with the same elegance, "May I ask you to dance."

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He Yu only realized Xie Qingcheng's abnormality, but not why Xie Qingcheng was abnormal.

Professor Xie rare so active, the wine and beauty to him, the young man can not hold, in the end, by Professor Xie filled too much, to the end of some drunk, but also a little drowsy.

In fact, with He Yu's vigilance, he will not easily drink too much in the bar, but Xie Qingcheng is by his side, so he is very at ease, red wine, love songs, and that pair of peach blossom eyes have become the drug that makes his heart sway, and slowly he will do everything by Xie Qingcheng said and did.

He could vaguely feel Xie Qingcheng taking him away from the bar, and he thought they would go home, but in his hazy consciousness, he seemed to hear Xie Qingcheng speaking to the hotel lobby manager again, "Yes, the room was booked the day before yesterday."

He Yu frowned, a flash of lucidity flashed through his mind, but it was quickly cleansed away with the faint smell of disinfectant on Xie Qingcheng's clothes.

Xie Qingcheng did book a room, intending to surprise He Yu after his Disney amusement park counterpart. This was something he had already prepared for a long time.

Ever since reading He Yu's forum speeches, Xie Qingcheng decided to try his best to satisfy He Yu's fetish. After he calmed down and thought about it, he was actually very open in this regard, it was just a personal favorite preference, no harm done.

While he browsed through it and decided that He Yu's fetishes were indeed a little hard to talk about, overall it was acceptable, except for a few that he didn't want to do.

A doctor's life is all about healing patients, so Xie Qingcheng is used to thinking of everything in terms of healing - and his synthesis is that the benefits outweigh the drawbacks, and bring long-lasting benefits to their relationship, so he's willing to do it.

BD*M This type of communication, as a psychiatrist, Xie Qingcheng also understood, and in the past few days he studied it more deeply and grasped it more clearly.

In fact, this is a kind of love affair, and there is absolutely no need to have anything to make a fuss about.

He Yu's speech in the forum seems to be unfinished, Xie Qingcheng only knows that he likes it, but Xie Qingcheng is not sure whether He Yu likes to be the guide or the one being guided.

He doesn't know He Yu, but he knows himself very well.

Xie Qingcheng is a very controlling male, used to being sober and calm, so he intends to be the main attraction.

The lights of the hotel's private room were dimmed, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Xie Qingcheng made all the preparations, he booked a room for two days, and the things he needed had long been placed in the private room in advance. Now he had already taken a shower, and re-changed into a snow-white professional lab coat, shirt, tie, suit pants, leather shoes, all rigorous.

He crossed his arms and folded his long legs in an elegant manner, and the orange lamps gilded his flanks with a layer of old movie-like light and shadow, from the top of his streamlined, stern brow and forehead and nose and jaw, all the way down to the bottom of his shiny men's business shoes.

Xie Qingcheng sits in a soft printed vintage armchair and looks at He Yu lying on the bed.

He had already fed He Yu the soothing antidote to alcohol, and also waited patiently for a long time, so he guessed that the person should wake up in a little while.

Sure enough, just after Xie Qingcheng had finished thinking this way, the youth on the big messy bed moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes--

Xie Qingcheng watched as his eyes went from disorganized to converged, and when the focus came back together, consternation crashed into his pupils.

He Yu suddenly sat up, "Xie Qingcheng! This is ...... what's going on?!"

After he finished speaking he realized that his hands were clipped behind his back, and Xie Qingcheng was sitting across from him in his research suit, looking at him calmly.

Seeing that He Yu had woken up, Xie Qingcheng only faintly asked, "Is it what you want?"

He Yu had been in a daze for several minutes when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Xie Qingcheng's laptop on his nightstand, which was open and parked in the interface of an offline forum.

A light flashed in his head, and He Yu understood it all at once!

Xie Qingcheng got up, walked over to his bed, leaned down to look at his face, and said, "I'm sorry, this is a browsing record I happened to see, I didn't want to hide it from you."

He also smelled lightly of alcohol, and when he leaned down, He Yu could feel the warmth of his breath.

The magnetic, low and slow voice seemed like an invisible hand on He Yu's heartstrings, and the white fingers plucked and folded on the strings, causing the young man's heart to flutter violently.

He Yu originally wrote this forum is ready to intentionally to Xie Qingcheng see, he knows Xie Qingcheng's character, hard to ask for not necessarily to ask, have to change the way, roundabout way to let him know what he thinks and thinks.

Those what BD*M ah, erotic wedding dress ah, are his intention to write to Xie Qingcheng look, just intend to pick a good day the computer is not turned off to cause "unintentional collision" coincidence.

But he hasn't finished writing it yet!

He hasn't had time to write it down clearly. He wants Xie Qingcheng to be like this, not himself!

It's totally the opposite!

He Yu's head still had some pain from his shallow drunkenness, he frowned, and just when he wanted to explain this oops to Xie Qingcheng, he felt Xie Qingcheng lower his head, turn his face sideways, and slowly whisper in his ear, "Actually, if you have any thoughts, you can tell me frankly in the future, and I don't want there to be anything you don't dare to talk to me about. "

Along with the low breathing, magnetic smoke voice, Xie Qingcheng's hand dropped down, immovably fell on He Yu's shoulder.

Even though things didn't go in the direction He Yu had initially envisioned, the fact that Xie Qingcheng was sitting in front of his bed in his uniformed lab coat, just as he once had been, ready to play a game with himself was still very exciting.

So He Yu's "Brother Xie, you've got it wrong", which he was about to say, could not be said anyway.

"Good. Good."

Xie Qingcheng stroked his head a little, and in his voice there was the characteristic oppression of a mature man who has been in a high position for a long time.

He Yu looked at him, and under the heartbeat, a fine cold sweat began to seep out from his bare forehead, and his face began to redden abnormally.

Xie Qingcheng sees all this clearly and calmly.

But he said, as he had done in the old days of questioning, "Tell me what's wrong with you."

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.........

After a night,...... in the light of day, He Yu leaned over, holding his sweaty hand, and interlocked his fingers, and then kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips with desire and love.

"Thank you, brother ......"

Everything he had was in him, his infatuation, his passionate love, his deep affection, his flesh and blood and soul, all delivered to this man without reservation in this primal indulgence.

"Xie Qingcheng, you are the best looking person in the world, the only one I have ever loved, irreplaceable."

Endlessly entwined, he kissed him, here in Shanghai, enchanted by the atmosphere of infatuation, by the Bund, which has witnessed countless love-hate relationships over the centuries, in this historic hotel suite--

He loved him, held him, kissed him.

And right now, he clutched his hand, held it and brought it to his lips, lowered his sweaty lashes, and lowered his head to gently kiss the ring knuckle of this man whose wedding dress was half-faded.

"You are the love of my life, and no one will ever change that again."

It's dawn. The clouds are pink.

He Yu, in the midst of this erotic confusion, hugged Xie Qingcheng and looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sparkling Huangpu River and the scenery of Huzhou.

Once again he kissed his beloved reverently, his heart shining as if by the morning sun, a moment filled with infinite warmth. This warmth stirred throughout his body, and he said--

"Xie Qingcheng, I will always love you."