"Baby, I'm drunk."

The body is weak and fragile54

The room is a bit of a mess.

Shoes thrown randomly by the door, indistinguishable from anyone else's, a suit jacket left on the floor, and a belt left in the doorway.

And the bedroom is even messier.

There was a belt by the bed, a few buckles visible on the floor, and the bedding was wrinkled.

At this moment, beside the bed, the two people embracing each other, none of the clothes are flat, none of the face looks good.

The images are ambiguous, but the thoughts are different.

"Lu Beihuai, I've never hated someone so much, you make me sick."

The word 'disgusting' was just too hurtful, and despite the light tone, it hit straight to the heart.

The trampled glasses fall from his arms to the ground, making a small sound.

Beyond that, there was only a brief silence.

The atmosphere was frozen to freezing point.

Song Qie stood up slowly, his legs still a little weak, he tried his best to keep himself stable, to stand still, his stomach rising with nausea at the thought of what he had just felt when he was kissed all over his body.

His hands clenched and folded over the shirt he could no longer wear, his fingertips trembling, his lips pursed into a straight line, his body trembling with anger.

He stared at the doorway and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth from the seams of his lips, "Beastly thing."

The words were soft, and the words were full of disgust.

Lu Beihuai froze and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the lean figure standing in front of him with his back to himself.

The man was taller than he'd been three years ago, and his white shirt looked proportionately taller under the suit, but he still felt thin.

The white shirt on his body was torn by himself, it was torn by him too hard just now, the thin round shoulder was hidden, and there were still traces of his kisses on it.

It's because I think Song Qie smells good so I kissed and kissed the shoulder spot and put my own mark on it.

Wanting to kiss his own mark on every position means Song Qie is his, and there's no escaping it.

But ......

Song Qie called him out, said he was disgusting.

Song Qie says he's not Song Qie.

Is he hallucinating?

Or is he dreaming?

Lu Beihuai reached out, holding Song Qie's wrist, gently pulling him between his legs, looking up at him with very red eyes, "...... I'm drunk."

This outstandingly handsome face which still has the strong appearance just now, the dark and choked voice is full of aggression.

"Baby, I'm drunk."

Song Qie was pulled between Lu Beihuai's legs by Lu Beihuai unexpectedly, he couldn't break free, the man was too strong, he could only be annoyed, looking at Lu Beihuai with downcast eyes.

The man was no longer as strong as he had been a moment ago.

So tall a man, sitting on the edge of the bed, just tilting his head back and looking at himself with red eyes, tears falling just like that, disheveled and anxious, like a big dog left behind, and surprisingly wickedly crying.

He felt a little sick at heart and a little tired, but he didn't show any semblance of backing down.

Instead, the emotional meltdown he had just suffered made him snap out of it, and his head's thoughts cleared.

The past is ' Song Qie ''s life, he doesn't have to pay for it.

Such a rebirth is also not something he wants to maliciously snatch away someone else's life, it's something he got unintentionally, and he's a victim of it, and shouldn't condescend to feel sorry for having the opportunity to be reborn.

Not everyone was as good natured as he thought.

He always found a good explanation for Lu Beihuai, think this person is careful, will carry his medicine, think this person will be stoic, so many years of aggression are endured, think this person to carry the pressure of bearing, in the father's serious illness, sacrificing time and body to fight.

But little by little, he psychologically builds himself up and lowers his defenses against Lu Beihuai.

Locate Lu Beihuai. He's a good man.

But just now Lu Beihuai did what, is the beast thing, even if it did not do the last step, but in front of all all, is he reluctant.

"You're not drunk, you're very sober." Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai trying to snub himself in this way, he laughed softly, a bit mockingly, "A drunk person wouldn't be in the mood to do such a thing."

"Lu Beihuai, what do you have to say in defense of your intent to misbehave under the guise of revenge."

Lu Beihuai has never seen Song Qie look so cold, obviously his face is so pale, as if he can fall down at any time, but his words are so cold. I've never felt so flustered in my heart, even three years ago when he couldn't find Song Qie, he never felt so flustered.

Because he's confident Song Qie won't escape.

"I'm not Song Qie, not the Song Qie you want."

"You've got the wrong person."

"Impossible!!!" Lu Beihuai decisively denied it, he tightly grasped Song Qie's wrist, thinking that he was hallucinating, how could the person in front of him that he had hated for so long not be Song Qie.

Trying to brush aside what Song Qie just said, unwilling to admit that his obsession is long gone.

"You're not drunk, you heard right, I'm not the Song Qie you know, not the Song Qie you grew up with."

"You're full of shit." Lu Beihuai mumbled, "How can you not be Song Qie."

It clearly looks the same.

The body is not good either.

It's ......

Suddenly smart.

Why?

How is it possible that it's not the same person? Then where did Song Qie go? Who is this person in front of me?

Song Qie didn't want to explain, it couldn't be explained at all, just get away from this man, he shook off Lu Beihuai's hand and turned to leave.

"No going!"

Song Qie didn't even make it two steps before Lu Beihuai hugged her from behind.

The tall, lanky physique held the lean body in its arms completely from behind.

Song Qie, as if fueled by the residual feeling of fear left behind from earlier, his body shakes uncontrollably the moment the hold goes on, recoiling in nausea as he tries to resist, pushing his elbows away from the chest behind him.

But it was all in vain.

This guy is holding on too tight.

He took a deep breath and pushed down the feeling of wanting to throw up, and not having the strength to lash out again, he said in a light tone, "Loosen up."

Lu Beihuai like a child who made a mistake, tears fell, hugging Song Qie's waist, burying his face in the slender neck, choking out, "...... not right, I must be drunk, you are obviously Song Qie."

"I'm not."

"You are."

Song Qie felt like throwing up, her face white with the nausea that rose in her stomach.

The next second, he violently pushed Lu Beihuai away, covered his mouth and ran to the restroom.

Holding onto the front of the toilet and bending over to throw up.

Lu Beihuai did not know that Song Qie would vomit like this, so he stood next to him and patted his back, not caring about the smell at all, seeing him vomit with his little face white, his own heart ached, and he regretted what he had done to the extreme.

"Where is it hard, is it your stomach, did you eat anything tonight, I don't seem to remember you messing with anything either."

That's how long Song Qie vomited and how long the tall guy standing next to him talked.

Until Song Qie finishes throwing up.

Lu Beihuai immediately drew out two wet paper towels to wipe his mouth, then flushed the toilet, and when Song Qie saw that he was a bit unsteady on his feet and his eyes were red from vomiting, he reached out to support him and asked cautiously, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"It's not nice to see you." Song Qie raises her hand to brush his off, dizziness setting in, "Nausea."

Lu Beihuai's hand froze in mid-air with a face of a heavy blow, tugging at his lips, "You lied to me, you just wanted to get rid of me by telling a nonsensical lie."

"Say what you want, I'm not Song Qie anyway." Song Qie gasped and walked over to the sink to rinse her mouth out, turning on the faucet to fill a glass of water, and inadvertently looking up to see the mirror.

The expression froze.

In the mirror, he didn't look very well, his eyes were swollen from crying, he was wearing a torn shirt, and there were very obvious hickeys on his neck, where his exposed shoulders were, and even where his chest was.

Like a reminder of what ridiculousness had just happened.

His grip on the gargle glass tightened suddenly, the white color coming through his fingers, and he shivered with the force of his anger.

Lu Beihuai was about to walk up and coax, "Baby, don't be like that, if I--"

Before the words were finished, cold water was thrown in his face.

Lu Beihuai Seeing him looking at himself with a disgusted face, water droplets slid down his well-defined cheeks, and his hair in front of his forehead was wet, he raised his hand to wipe off the water on his face, and after a moment of silence, he parted his face and laughed out, and then sank his face:

"Song Qie, the fact that I'm willing to coax you means you still have a chance."

"Lu Beihuai, are you a dog?" Song Qie was so angry that she slammed her cup hard onto the floor.

The glass shattered in pieces with a 'bang'.

Lu Beihuai stepped forward and immediately grabbed Song Qie's arm, his movements were domineering and his eyes were suddenly cold: "Yes, I am a dog, I love to bite people, do you have the ability to dodge? You can't hide."

Song Qie resisted trying to break away from Lu Beihuai's hand, and took a few steps backward with her feet only in socks.

Lu Beihuai swept Song Qie's feet to the glass slag, grimaced, reached out and pinched Song Qie's waist, easily carried him to the sink, circled him in the crook of his arm, and let him look at himself.

Four eyes.

The eyes each held a cold attitude.

Both of them were gasping for air, neither of them speaking.

Until a sneeze broke the silence.

Sneeze on Lu Beihuai's face kind of thing.

Lu Beihuai took a deep breath and tilted his head back to wipe his face as he clenched his teeth and squeezed the anger out of the crevices of his lips, "Song, and."

Song Qie was sorry for a second, but when she heard Lu Beihuai's tone, she instantly 'heh'd, "Serves you right."

He sneezed again when he finished.

Instead, Lu Beihuai pinches his nose and the sneeze is smothered.

He let out a cry of pain and ripped off the hand, glaring at Lu Beihuai with tears in his eyes : "What are you mad about, I'm going to sneeze."

Lu Beihuai put down his hands, did not say anything, propped his arms on both sides of Song Qie legs, measured the face, this look, every inch, with his eyes a little bit of depiction, focused and serious, as if looking for any breaks.

When he found something suspicious, he raised his hand and cupped Song Qie's chin, lifting it upwards.

The delicate knot in his throat rolled twice, perhaps nervously.

Lu Beihuai The bottom of his eyes were deep, and the knot in his throat rolled along.

"Lu Beihuai, can you be normal?" Song Qie was stared at with fear in his heart, he didn't know what he wanted to do again, all he could think about now was how he could walk out of this door with his clothes torn to shreds like this, "Call for someone to bring clothes over."

Lu Beihuai dropped his gaze to the lips that opened and closed again.

I had just been kissed for a long time, and I was still a little red, red and moist, and the texture was soft, as if it were candy.

He didn't dare kiss last time.

This time it was called an animal.

"I'm not going to call for a dress delivery, you call for it yourself." Lu Beihuai raised his hand to the corner of Song Qie's lips and wiped the color of the lips that he had kissed through with his fingertips, "I can forgive you for what you did before and marry me."

Song Qie slapped Lu Beihuai's unruly hand away, "I don't like men, don't touch me."

"I really wanted to get you killed before, after I rescued you from the sea, every night when I went back from my part-time job I would push open the door to your room and think about strangling you, but I was afraid of being found out, so I could only strangle your ankles."

"You left marks too easily, I didn't dare go very hard."

"But you're always too deep a sleeper to notice what I do."

Song Qie was sweating at Lu Beihuai's stare, something he actually knew because several times he was awake but quickly fell back asleep, and now he simply sounded like the man was a pervert.

Hopeless pervert.

He looked away, not wanting to look at him.

Lu Beihuai saw that Song Qie didn't have any reaction, didn't look at himself and even ignored himself, frowning, he raised his hand and cupped Song Qie's chin to make him look at himself, "There was one more time, last time when you were drunk and you fell asleep, didn't you feel that I was kissing you?"

Song Qie : "......??" He looked at Lu Beihuai in dismay, his eyes as if he had already said ten thousand words of profanity.

Lu Beihuai saw that Song Qie was angry, such a vivid emotional response stimulated his desire for revenge, leaned down closer and watched himself reflected in his eyes, "You didn't feel anything, didn't feel that I was kissing you, kissed you from head to tail, slept so well behavedly and deeply as if I could do anything."

"Baby, you're easy for me to bully like that, well, already."

"Next time remember not to sleep in front of me."

Song Qie The breath is short, the sense of humiliation spreads in the heart, the hand is clenched, the knuckles are white, the body trembles.

...... Nuts, right?

Wanted to call the police.

Lu Beihuai thought Song Qie was going to scold him again.

But I saw Song Qie lowered his head, silent for a moment, pursed his lips and tears fell.

Beautiful eyes stained with wetness, fine tears covered her face, her expression was one of anger to the point of impotent sadness, crying without any sound at all, sad and aggrieved as if the world had collapsed.

"...... Lu Beihuai."

Lu Beihuai thought that Song Qie would be very angry and scolded himself, but when he saw Song Qie shouting at him and crying, he panicked and lost all his strength, and tried to wipe Song Qie's tears.

As a result, Song Qie held his hand and lowered his head to bite hard on the tiger's mouth.

"Hiss..."

Lu Beihuai cried out in pain and pulled his hand back, and saw that his tiger's mouth had been bitten with teeth marks and was bleeding.

Song Qie lifted her face, looked at Lu Beihuai, pursed her lips and cried like a pear.

Lu Beihuai : "......" He silently passed his hand back again.

Song Qie viciously lowers her head and bites again, using all her strength, almost biting the flesh off.

Lu Beihuai held back the pain without saying a word.

He thought he'd be able to coax Song Qie into going along like this, but the guy looked up, pooh-poohed him in the face, and lifted his knee to kick him hard.

Decisive hits.

It was no force left for him at all.

Lu Beihuai bent over in pain, his forehead sweating, his eyes deep and dark, his eyebrows tinged with hostility and rage, "Song Qie!"

Almost broke the sound.

Song Qie angrily wiped away her tears and jumped off the sink, almost losing her footing, but managed to hold on, "Is it great to have a loud voice, Lu Beihuai, you're a real bitch if you're in love with Song Qie who used to bully you."

Lu Beihuai's eyes went black with pain and he tried to grab Song Qie.

It ended up being too painful to walk.

Song Qie immediately left the situation and pushed Lu Beihuai, who couldn't stand up, down, and then ran away.

"Song Qie ！！！！！"

This one chortle was also the last struggle for dignity.

Completely broken defense.