Xie Qingcheng took He Yu to the jazz bistro in the Peace Hotel.
In his more than 30 years of life, he has never taken the initiative to bring anyone to soak, even if it is such a clear, today is an exception.
He Yu watched in surprise as he ordered two bottles of red wine and some snacks. After the waiter confirmed the order and left, Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes and met He Yu's almond eyes in the vague candlelight.
"Look at what I do." Xie Qingcheng unbuttoned his shirt and leaned back on the leather chair.
His angular, handsome and serious face doesn't seem so inhuman anymore in the feasting and the charming singing.
Xie Qingcheng ordered one, placed his hand on the wooden wine table in the tavern, looked at He Yu in the haze of smoke that was gradually enchanting, and said in a low voice, "Is there something on my face?"
"No." He Yu was momentarily dizzy by his damn charm, "I just didn't expect you to bring me here."
Xie Qingcheng seldom brought some joking meaning: "You will go to university in a few days, so you should relax before school starts."
Jazz musicians played the love songs that reverberated on the Bund for decades. He Yu listened to it alone more than ten years ago, and later he and Xie Qingcheng came to appreciate it.
In the two years when He Yuyao was silent, Xie Qingcheng came to this wine alone, and the "love you hate you" in his ears became the sigh of yesterday's teenager.
Until today, Xie Qingcheng took the initiative to invite He Yu to come here.
A love song is finally a love song again, and those pains can finally be healed.
The red wine was served, Xie Qingcheng poured He Yu a glass, and across the swaying color of the wine in the glass, He Yu saw Xie Qingcheng's stunning mature man who was more intoxicating than the color of the wine.
Xie Qingcheng slightly lifted the rose-red swaying goblet and touched He Yu lightly.
After drinking a cup, the man suddenly got up and stretched out his hand to He Yu, as graceful as He Yu invited him back then: "Can I ask you to dance a dance?"
He Yu was only aware of Xie Qingcheng's abnormality, but did not realize why Xie Qingcheng was abnormal.
It was rare for Professor Xie to take the initiative to hand over both wine and beauty to him. The young man couldn't control it. In the end, Professor Xie gave him too much. In the end, he was a little drunk and a little drowsy.
In fact, with He Yu's vigilance, he would not easily drink too much alcohol, but Xie Qingcheng was by his side, so he felt at ease. The red wine, love songs, and those peach blossom eyes all made his heart flutter. Shen Yao's drug, he slowly let Xie Qingcheng say and do everything.
He could vaguely feel that Xie Qingcheng took him away from the wine, he thought they would go home, but in the dim consciousness, he seemed to hear Xie Qingcheng say something to the hotel lobby manager again: "Yes, I made a reservation the day before yesterday. through the room."
He Yu frowned, a flash of light flashed in his mind, but it was quickly washed away with the faint smell of disinfectant on Xie Qingcheng's clothes.
Xie Qingcheng did book a room, and planned to give He a surprise after traveling together in Disneyland. This is what he has already prepared.
Since reading He Yu's forum speeches, Xie Qingcheng decided to try his best to satisfy He Yu's hobbies. After he calmed down and thought about it, he was actually very open in this regard. It was just a personal preference, and it was harmless.
Although he thought that He Yu's hobbies were indeed a little hard to explain after browsing, but in general, except for a few that he didn't want to do, others were acceptable.
Doctor's whole life is to heal patients, so Xie Qingcheng is used to thinking about everything from the perspective of healing. The result of his comprehensive thinking is that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, and it can bring long-term relationship between them. benefit, so he was willing to do it.
As a psychiatrist, Xie Qingcheng also knew about the communication method of bd. In the past few days, he has studied it more deeply, and he has grasped it more clearly.
In fact, this is a kind of sex, and there is absolutely no need to make a fuss.
It seems that He Yu's speech on the forum has not been finished yet. Xie Qingcheng only knows that he likes this, but Xie Qingcheng does not know whether He Yu likes to be the guide or the person to be guided.
He didn't know He Yu, but he knew himself very well.
Xie Qingcheng is a man with a strong desire to control and is used to being sober and calm, so he plans to call the shots.
The lights in the hotel private room were dimmed, and 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 already been placed in the private room in advance. Now that he has taken a shower, he has put on a white professional experimental suit, shirt, tie, trousers, leather shoes, everything is rigorous.
His hands are crossed, and his long legs are crossed in a very aura. The orange lamp coats his side with a layer of light and shadow like an old movie. Qing Cheng just sat in the soft printed retro armchair and looked at He Yu lying on the bed.
He had already fed He Yu the soothing hangover medicine, and waited patiently for a long time. It was estimated that he would wake up in a while.
Sure enough, just after Xie Qingcheng thought about it, the young man on the messy big bed moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes—
Xie Qingcheng watched his eyes from scattered to gathered, and when the focus was refocused, surprise also hit his pupils.
He Yu sat up abruptly: "Xie Qingcheng! This is... what's going on?!"
After he finished speaking, he found that his hands were cut behind him, and Xie Qingcheng was sitting opposite him in his research clothes, looking at him calmly.
Seeing that He Yu was awake, Xie Qingcheng only asked lightly, "Is that what you want?"
After being stunned for several minutes, He Yu suddenly caught a glimpse of Xie Qingcheng's laptop on his bedside table. The computer was turned on and stopped at the interface of the extranet forum.
A light flashed in his mind, and He Yu suddenly understood the whole damn thing!
Xie Qingcheng got up, walked to his bed, looked down at his face, and said, "I'm sorry, this is the browsing record I happened to see, I didn't want to hide it from you."
He also smelled faintly of alcohol, and when he leaned down, He Yu could feel the warm breath on his body.
The soft voice of the magnetic alcohol was like an invisible hand, clasping on He Yu's heartstrings, and Xiubai's fingers twitched on the strings, causing the young man's heart to tremble violently.
He Yu originally wrote this forum to deliberately show Xie Qingcheng. He knew Xie Qingcheng's character, and if he insisted, he might not get what he wanted. He had to change his way and let him know what he thought.
Those bds and sexy wedding dresses were all written by him on purpose for Xie Qingcheng to see, and he planned to pick a coincidence that the computer was not turned off on a good day and auspicious day, causing an "unintentional encounter".
But he's not finished yet!
He hadn't had time to write it clearly, he wanted Xie Qingcheng to be like this, not himself!
It's the complete opposite! !
He Yu's head was still aching from being drunk. He frowned. Just as he was about to explain this oolong to Xie Qingcheng, he felt that Xie Qingcheng lowered his head, turned his face to the side, and said slowly in his ear: "Actually, if you have any thoughts, you can tell me frankly in the future. I don't want you to dare to tell me anything."
With the deep breathing and the magnetic smoke, Xie Qingcheng's hand dropped and landed calmly on He Yu's shoulder.
Although this matter did not develop in the direction He Yu had planned at the beginning, the fact that Xie Qingcheng was wearing a regular uniform and white lab coat, sitting in front of his bed as before, was still very exciting. .
So He Yu was going to say "Brother Xie, you made a mistake", but he couldn't say it anyway.
"Good. Good."
Xie Qingcheng touched his head, and there was a faint sense of oppression unique to mature men who had been in high positions for a long time.
He Yu looked at him, and his heart swayed, fine cold sweat began to ooze on his smooth forehead, and his face began to blushed abnormally.
Xie Qingcheng saw all this clearly and calmly.
But he still said, "Tell me, what's wrong with you," as he did in the past.
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After a night, ... in the gradually rising sky, He Yu leaned over, held his sweaty hand, interlaced his fingers with it, and then kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips full of desire and love.
"Thank you, brother..."
Everything about him is here, his infatuation, passion, affection, his flesh and soul, are all in this primitive indulgence, handed over to this man without reservation.
"Xie Qingcheng, you are the most beautiful person in the world, the only person I have ever loved, and you are irreplaceable."
In the endless lingering, he kissed him, in this Shanghai city, which is fascinated by the infatuation atmosphere, in this Bund that has witnessed countless love and hatred for a hundred years, in this historic hotel suite—
He loves him, hugs him, kisses him.
At this moment, he held his hand, brought it to his lips, lowered his sweaty eyelashes, lowered his head and kissed the ring knuckle of the man whose wedding dress was half faded.
"You are my love, and no one can change that."
Its daybreak. Clouds are pink.
In the midst of this fascination, He Yu hugged Xie Qingcheng and overlooked the glittering Huangpu River and the scenery of Shanghai through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He kissed his lover reverently again, his heart seemed to be illuminated by the morning sun, and this moment was full of infinite warmth. The warmth surged through him, he said—
"Xie Qingcheng, I will always love you."