Chapter 17: "...... Song Qie, you hurt me."

The body is weak and fragile17

Song Qie was about to reply when her shoulder was slammed down hard by the suddenly drooping head, and her heart shook so much that she barely stood still as the full force was unloaded on him.

He barely managed to hold Lu Beihuai, but managed to laboriously hold the man in both arms and tentatively shouted, "...... Lu Beihuai?"

"Lu Bei-"

Song Qie was about to shout at him when her body suddenly froze, her head buried in her neck, her slightly stiff hair brushing against her jaw.

He subconsciously tried to push the head away, but the moment he reached out both wrists were gripped by large hands, imprisoned in front of his body and unable to move.

The building's sensor light abruptly went out.

In the darkness, all that answered him was the low breathing in his ears and a taller body that sank further and further, but could not resist such a slightly oppressive proximity.

It was so quiet at this point that it was as if you could even hear each other's heartbeats.

"Hug me."

I don't know how long this went on, but there was a dark voice in my ear, as if showing weakness.

Before Song Qie could react, he felt his entire body being taken into Lu Beihuai's arms, the smell of potion and breath falling on the side of his face as he felt strong arms completely encircle his back, his eyes widening in nervousness as he shrunk down in front of his body and tried to push the person away.

Only to be hugged tighter.

He tried to move again before his cheek was pressed against his head and his body froze.

"...... Song Qie, you hurt me." Lu Beihuai's nose was pressed against the slender neck that was close at hand, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, the gloom and strong desire for revenge at the bottom of his eyes were covered, his tone was lightened, "The dog hurts."

"Does it hurt, does it hurt?" Song Qie listened to the slightly husky voice in her ear and was at a loss for words, "Then let me take you inside to rest first."

"Does the young master like dogs?"

Song Qie was bashful when she heard the word 'dog', "Didn't I tell you not to call yourself that, where's the key?"

"It's in my pocket, I don't have the strength, feel it."

A weak but slightly petulant tone fell from above his head, and Song Qie was unable to analyze whether or not Lu Beihuai had been struck silly, only thinking to bring him into the room to rest.

He tried to rip his hand out, but Lu Beihuai held him to death, "...... you, you let go of me a little."

Lu Beihuai felt the man in his arms trembling, knew he was afraid, his tail end voice trembling as he took Song Qie's hand and brought it down slowly.

The breath that landed on the side of his neck grew hotter and hotter as the hand, without finding a destination, wandered haphazardly up and down the firm thigh.

"Wait!" Song Qie really couldn't hold back, he broke away from Lu Beihuai's hand and felt in his pocket himself, ready to reach in and get the key when he felt it.

"Young master, you touch me."

Song Qie had just touched the keys when her hand was pressed down, and when she heard the words again, she was a bit ashamed and raised her eyes to glare at him, "You told me to touch it, okay!"

The words, which trailed off with a shaky voice mixed with a sob tinted by nervousness, echoed through the hallway with unmistakable clarity.

With those same words, the building's sensor lights snapped on.

If anyone had been passing by, they would have seen that they had been plastered so close to each other that it was difficult to find a single gap between them.

Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai staring at him, that feeling of oppression as if he was going to be eaten alive came back, his eyelashes fluttered and his heart beat rapidly, but he saw Lu Beihuai's face flushed with an unnatural flush.

"You ......"

He was just about to speak when his hand was grasped by Lu Beihuai, leading him to probe into his pocket.

The pocket accommodated two hands, the larger palm rolling with dampness, wrapping around the leaner one, fingertips touching fingertips, and then the inexplicable heat climbing as they got the key together.

"Young master, did you touch the key?"

"Touch, touch."

"Then take it out, I don't have the strength." Lu Beihuai leaned his head against this single thin shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, deliberately sinking his strength down to press against him, "...... It hurts all over."

Song Qie quickly take out the key, by Lu Beihuai made hands are sweaty, free a hand to hold this big guy, but also barely, and then heard the voice in the ear, a small mutter:

"...... It's not like I asked you to fight, I said I would help you have to do this? How dangerous it is."

He glanced at the words 504 on the key, realized it was the one in front of him, and inserted the key // into the keyhole.

Iron door pushed open, into the eyes of the old house pattern, the house is not big, four-square, into the door is the living room, a glance can see next to the two bedrooms, cleaned up neat and tidy, clean, I can see that the owner of the house is very clean.

"Young master, are you scolding me?"

Song Qie lazily ignored the delirious fellow, panting and grunting as he half-carried, half-dragged the man inside, only to muffle a grunt as his ass accidentally hit the edge of the cabinet on the way in, but there was no time to worry about it.

"Which one is your room?"

Lu Beihuai lowered his eyes and looked at the guy in his arms who was struggling to hold himself, he had actually been so dizzy that he couldn't stand up steadily and it was also a fact that he was so serious when he saw him.

After a moment, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the room.

Song Qie followed the room Lu Beihuai pointed to and dragged him inside, half-supporting, half-carrying him, and after letting Lu Beihuai sit on the edge of the bed, her own face turned pale, her chest heaving, and she sat down next to Lu Beihuai and panted for a while.

It took a while to take a deep breath to smooth out the air, and then I realized that Lu Beihuai was leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, his head sweaty and his face flushed.

Reaching out to touch Lu Beihuai's skin, he felt hot to the touch and couldn't help but frown as he hurriedly touched Lu Beihuai's forehead, thinking, "Oh no.

Fever.

He hurriedly stood up, Lu Beihuai this dirty black jacket off, unzipped the jacket, reflected in the eyes is all over the wound chest, the smell of the potion, the smoothness of breathing let the chest rise and fall, and the robust muscle lines have an answer.

The reason Lu Beihuai has such a strong and sturdy physique for his age is because he secretly fights in boxing matches.

Thinking about that game, it's hard to imagine how long Lu Beihuai has been doing this with such intensity.

It took him some effort to get out of these dirty clothes, casually took a piece of clean clothes in the closet for Lu Beihuai to change into, and then climbed up in a hurry and went to the living room to take out the medicine prescribed by the hospital just now, and he remembered that the doctor had prescribed fever-reducing medicine.

Another burst of busy work, find fever-reducing medicine, take to Lu Beihuai eat, just feed the medicine are wasted a lot of effort, this person has long been burned to the point of no consciousness.

I was afraid that the fever was too high, and I didn't have a thermometer or fever-reducing patches at home, so I had to order a takeaway to deliver the medicine urgently.

In the tiny bedroom, a certain figure bustled in and out, humming and panting.

It was busy until the latter part of the night when the temperature came down a little.

By the time it was done it was slightly light.

"...... phew."

Song Qie has not slept through the night, sitting paralyzed on the edge of the bed, head sleepy, want to sleep but do not dare to sleep, for fear that Lu Beihuai is not comfortable, but he really do not know how to judge Lu Beihuai situation is okay, anyway, after taking medication and sticking on the antipyretic patches, so from the beginning of the night to the present.

At most, probe your nose from time to time, and if your breathing is steady, then your signs are stable.

He fell back on hard feelings, his chest was so tight.

First took out his cell phone to read the message, found that last night "Song Qie" mom and dad sent a message to ask him if he is still in Lu Beihuai home, take medication or not, in the morning, do you want the driver to go over to pick up some of the daily inquiries, he replied one by one.

Although these parents traveled a lot and the emotions weren't there, the money was.

I can only say that the reason why "Song Qie" is so domineering is because of the lack of emotion, and although money is everything, to a certain extent it is not everything.

After replying to the message and then look to Lu Beihuai still sleeping, see the time is still early, he took a picture and sent a message to the homeroom teacher to help Lu Beihuai to ask for a leave of absence, and explain the reason.

......

It was already slightly light outside the old window panes, and the curtainless bedroom threw itself into the light of the breaking dawn.

Song Qie put down her cell phone and sat on the edge of the bed, lying on the edge of the bed and resting her head on her arm, gazing sideways at Lu Beihuai, who was lying on the floor on the futon.

This handsome sleeping face sleeping face brow and eyes through the teenager, the corner of the eye bruises make the face more ruthless, hidden under the blanket is strong and powerful arms, the thought of last night that explosive power of the existence of a swing can be a strong man directly to the ground, can not help but shiver.

It's horrible ......

If he gets beaten up, it seems that with Song Qie's physique, he can be killed in a single punch.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo so scary.

His eyelids grew heavy as he thought about it, the exhaustion of a busy night coming on slowly, and after a dozen seconds or so, he just flopped down on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

Oblivious to the fact that she was dazedly burrowed into a warm, broad chest.

......

It's completely bright.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding--

The alarm clock woke up someone with an antipyretic patch on and also the heat of the 'thing' in his arms.

Lu Beihuai slowly opened his eyes, only to feel soreness all over his body, especially his thighs and arms, his head still feels a little drowsy, hanging down his eyes, only to feel the soft hair swept across his chin, and what came into his eyes was ......

Song Qie, who was sleeping on his arm with her leg over him, was snoring very softly.

"......"

Pillowed on the arm of the sleeping teenager cheeks flushed, perhaps the sleeping face is well-behaved, so that the delicate and beautiful profile through a few childish, especially the bulging side of the cheeks, exhaling warmth, feel who has to be very comfortable.

He wrinkled his nose and looked around his surroundings, realizing he was home.

Perhaps his body had suffered from the soreness of the aftermath of a boxing match and hadn't slowed down enough to take a deep breath and try to think about jerking his arm away.

"Well ......"

As a result, the teenager in his arms let out a disgruntled grunt and hugged him tighter again.

Lu Beihuai The bottom of his eyes were slightly gloomy, this guy even got an inch?

He saw how comfortably the guy nestled in his arms was sleeping and reached up to pinch his nose.

"Hum ...... hum ......" Song Qie suddenly gasped for air, grunting like a piglet, and slowly opened her eyes.

Lu Beihuai let go of his hand, and his gaze crashed straight into a pair of moist, bewildered eyes, like that of a lost little animal, looking up at himself in a haze, with a 'where are you' look.

Song Qie's head clears instantly as she meets Lu Beihuai's deep gaze and sits up sharply.

As a result, I was dizzy when I sat up because I got up too quickly, and due to inertia, I swayed backward with a limp, and the whole thing fell back again.

A large hand was quick to take hold of the waist, almost the length of a palm to cover the thin waist.

"......" Song Qie was dumbfounded as he was sent back to sitting up again, blinking before carefully twisting his head to look at Lu Beihuai beside him, seeing his stiffness in sitting up, and hastily pulling him back.

Who was caught off guard by a tug on his wrist, and his whole body was pulled to his knees and into his broad arms.

The moment he crashed into the embrace, he felt himself being easily pinched around the waist, lifted up, and carried onto hard thighs.

His eyes widened in shock and his ears instantly reddened.

Sitting on the knee of the teenager was born white and beautiful, red ears and neck like a ripe peach, eyes afraid of timid gaze, with a sinus not yet open green performance.

"Young Master."

Song Qie's mouth went dry from the rapid beating of her heartbeat, crashing into the dark, dark gaze, and her backside instantly went limp with fear as she tried to come down at the feeling of a knee suddenly resting against her middle hip line there, danger tinged with menace permeating the air.

But he was kept from moving by hands around his waist.

Song Qie tries to move, only to be gently lifted upward by his knees and then released with such force that his body freezes and he is too scared to move from where he is sitting under his buttocks.

This this this ......

Lu Beihuai gripped this section of white lotus-root-like arm and pulled the person gently forward once again.

Song Qie fell into his arms.

Lu Beihuai looked at the other party's panicked eyes as he crashed into his arms, lowered his head and pressed it against his white ear, smiling softly, "It's okay if you found out, don't be afraid of me, I'll still take good care of you like before, I won't be willing to beat you."

Song Qie in a trance, "...... You topped me."

Ooohhhh so scary, this pervert.

This is not a threat!!!