How could Cheng Ji have been drugged? He stood up in a flash, looking even more flustered than Qi Beisong himself!
"How...how do you feel?"
How does it feel
Qi Beisong held his forehead and thought, his blood was boiling, his whole body was hot, his cheeks were burning, there was a bloody taste in his throat, and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. If it weren't for the tightness in his lower body and the heat that felt like it was about to split his chest, it might have felt like having a fever.
"It's a small matter. The effect of the medicine will wear off after a few hours." Qi Beisong pretended to be relaxed, not wanting to make the other party worry.
One of them looked pale, and the other had a red face. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and suddenly Cheng Ji rushed out the door!
He ran to the bar, where the crowd had just quieted down and the bartender was washing the glasses.
Seeing Cheng Ji suddenly, the bartender screamed in fear. Cheng Ji crossed the bar and grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, asking through gritted teeth: "Did you add the same thing to both glasses of lemonade?"
"Yes... No... It seems to be..."
"Is it true or not?!"
“No… no.” The bartender knew he was in the wrong, and his voice got smaller and smaller. “There’s not much of this stuff in a bottle, and since Uncle Biao was so noisy, I wanted to give him a little more, but the bottle was gone, so I… I opened another bottle and gave the handsome guy a little bit too.”
“Is there any difference in appearance between the two things?”
"No... Yes..." said the bartender, "They are all transparent. The one the handsome guy drank seems to be darker... darker. I thought it was sediment..."
“… I really deserve to beat you to death!”
Cheng Ji let go of it, turned around and ran away. It was no use chasing this little bastard, he had to go back and take care of Qi Beisong!
Qi Beisong wanted to save himself and was putting his head under the kitchen faucet.
Of course, Mr. Qi had never been drugged (who would dare to give it to him?), but he had witnessed how it worked. No one in that circle was a blank slate, so everything they saw and heard was chaotic.
Cheng Ji pulled him away from the cold water from behind: "You're going to get sick if you do this!"
Qi Beisong's body was hot, his confused pupils could not focus, and it took him a long time to say: "...Where did you go?"
"I just went to the bar to verify it!"
Cheng Ji covered his head with a dry towel, lifted his arm and said, "Go upstairs, I'll get you some medicine!"
Qi Beisong asked: "What medicine..."
Cheng Ji didn't know what medicine was right for him, but there were a few bottles of Huoxiang Zhengqi water in his bedside table upstairs. That stuff could relieve heatstroke, and maybe it could also relieve this! If Qi Beisong didn't want to drink it, he would force him to drink it!
Qi Beisong was pulled away by him. Everything in front of his eyes was colorful and spinning, as if the rotating lights above the karaoke bar in the old days were hanging above his head.
The staircase is only 60 centimeters wide, which is too narrow for Cheng Ji to walk on alone, let alone dragging Qi Beisong with him.
Qi Beisong was very uncooperative and shouted: "You...stay away from me!"
Cheng Ji understood that it was not disgust, but the final sobriety.
Qi Beisong's clear consciousness was like a ball of smoke wrapped in a balloon. The strong medicinal properties punctured the outer membrane. The smoke was about to dissipate, and he was trying hard to maintain it. Once it dissipated, he would probably go mad with bestiality.
Qi Beisong was so shameless that he would rather hurt himself than behave in front of Cheng Ji, so he kept hurting himself while going upstairs, deliberately banging his forehead against the wooden handrail, making it bang.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Ji used his palm to block between his forehead and the wood twice, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Qi Beisong desperately needed that pain. He grabbed Cheng Ji's hand and growled, "It's none of your business!"
Cheng Ji said, "Stop messing around! Come on!"
Qi Beisong said: "Don't say the word 'come'!"
"And don't say 'quick!'"
"… "
"Don't say anything! If you say anything else, I'll kiss you!!"
"..." Cheng Ji didn't dare to breathe.
Qi Beisong was clearly climbing stairs, but it felt like he was climbing a mountain.
There was no light on the stairs, only an energy-saving lamp in the lobby downstairs provided lighting. Although it was dim all around, he felt as if the scorching sun was hanging high in the sky.
The fire was burning, with nothing to block it. The mountaintops, canyons, bushes, dangerous rocks... everything around him was scorching hot, as if he was in a glaring furnace. Waves of heat swept over him, and he almost suffocated. Only the things around him were cool and icy, like a clear spring, tempting people to scoop up big handfuls of it and bring them to their lips!
He couldn't help but put his face close to smell his scent, to absorb his coolness, to lick the cool water droplets on his body, then press him under his body, rub him in his arms, hold him in his heart, and sink into him...
Cheng Ji ordered: "Lift your feet!"
"Don't talk!" Qi Beisong warned Cheng Ji for the last time, "Stay away from me and leave me alone!"
Cheng Ji insisted on taking care of it. If he was the type of person who would just let it go, he would never have saved Shen Zimo in the first place.
"Don't worry!" He was carrying almost all of Qi Beisong's weight, and said with difficulty, "I'll... put you under the shower and rinse you with warm water. At most, I'll rinse you for a few more hours. It will definitely work!"
Qi Beisong laughed. He laughed at Cheng Ji's innocence and cuteness, and he really, really wanted to unbutton his pants in front of this innocent and cute baby.
Sweat oozed from his forehead, soaked into the fresh wounds, and rolled down his cheeks with blood. He could no longer feel the slight pain in his flesh. Inside his body, hunger, pain and fatigue eroded him. That part of his body had become as hard as iron. He was only about half a second away from going crazy.
He raised his sweaty eyes and looked at Cheng Ji's profile. The latter did not look back, but stared intently at the top of the stairs.
He said, "Hey..."
The journey passed in the blink of an eye.
Qi Beisong suddenly pounced on Cheng Ji, turned over and pressed him on the stairs!
Cheng Ji freed himself from under him like a boneless snake, put his hands under his armpits, and suddenly pulled him up to the last step.
Qi Beisong fell heavily to the ground and raised his hand to grab the other person, but Cheng Ji had already run away.
Qi Beisong wanted to stand up, but suddenly he felt like he was hit by an invisible whip. He curled up on the cold floor, with his fists pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.
... Another round, when will it end...
The impact of the floor sobered him up a little. After enduring a period of burning sensation, he shouted hoarsely, "Don't leave... You're knocking me out!"
Cheng Ji didn't answer, but rushed to the kitchen downstairs as fast as he could and turned on the gas water heater. He then ran back and turned on the shower. He tested the water temperature with his hand until he felt it was about right and was ready to drag Qi Beisong over. When he turned around, he found that the man was blocking his way behind him.
Qi Beisong roughly pressed him against the glass partition of the shower room, causing him to groan. Hot water flowed on the other side of the partition, and steam filled the entire space.
"I told you... to knock me... out." There was only lust in Qi Beisong's dark eyes.
Cheng Ji was a little frightened. He had dealt with many situations before, but this was never the case. Qi Beisong had his entire body stuck between his legs, with his elbows on both sides of his face. This was a posture that surrounded him and left him no room for escape.
In the past, he didn't think that the ten-centimeter height difference between him and Qi Beisong was a big deal. But now he knows that humans, like cold weapons, are only as strong as an inch taller. He was at eye level with Qi Beisong, but his feet had been lifted off the ground and he had no strength to move.
Of course he had the skills to break free, but that would inevitably hurt the other person. Qi Beisong was innocent, he was just not sober.
It's my fault! Cheng Ji gritted his teeth and thought: When the little brat threw the medicine into the trash can, I shouldn't have been careless, but should have watched him smash the bottles one by one!
While he was hesitating, Qi Beisong had already leaned over and kissed him.
… Maybe that wasn’t called a kiss, but a bite, or swallow. Cheng Ji’s head buzzed, and when he came to his senses, he felt a very strong pressure on the two thin lips, even painful.
Qi Beisong gnawed him wantonly, prying open his tightly closed teeth and pushing himself in. He didn't know where he was broken, and the smell of blood spread in both of their mouths. Qi Beisong didn't care at all, and his tongue tip licked across his palate. He was hungry and thirsty.
Cheng Ji couldn't breathe and began to struggle, but Qi Beisong held him down tightly. In terms of strength, he had the absolute upper hand, and he was also crazy now.
Cheng Ji knew that attacking anywhere now would not be as efficient as attacking that place, but he couldn't do that because he was afraid that one strike of his would ruin Qi Beisong's second half of life.
Qi Beisong was rubbing that thing against him, making him so frightened and stiff as a wooden stake. The feeling was really... The other party was really a real man.
Damn, it’s not enough that he’s powerful and handsome, he’s also in such good shape that he can even rub a telephone pole and set it on fire!
“Give it to me…” Qi Beisong suddenly let go of him for a second and began to peel off his clothes.
Even a fool could understand the meaning of this sentence. Cheng Ji knew that it would be too late if he didn't run away!
He put the four fingers of his right hand together and poked Qi Beisong under the ribs. Qi Beisong shrank in pain, and he took the opportunity to break free from the shackles and ran out of the bathroom!
Unexpectedly, Qi Beisong reacted quickly, rushed over and hooked his legs. The ghost medicine made Master Qi have only one goal, one desire, one obsession, and he would never give up.
Cheng Ji wanted to kick him, but he couldn't bring himself to kick him when he saw his confused face, so he was hugged tightly around the waist again.
The two men rolled and struggled on the cold and narrow tiled floor, hitting their heads more than once.
Cheng Ji shouted intermittently: "Stop, stop it!... Flush it! It will be fine after flushing it!"
Qi Beisong said nothing, for he was ready to strike. His movements were resolute and swift like a beast, and Cheng Jili was wearing three layers of thick clothes, but they were almost torn apart by him.
Cheng Ji couldn't really bring himself to hit him because he knew how miserable he was!
In his previous life, he had cooperated with anti-drug operations more than once and had seen with his own eyes those people whose central nervous systems had been eroded. Their words and deeds were strange but they were unaware of it. During that period of time, they were no longer complete people, but just human instincts, pursuing extreme joy, extreme excitement, and the greatest release.
Except for the first two times they met, Qi Beisong actually treated him well.
Master Qi has an arrogant attitude and foul language, but his behavior is completely different. The people of Huang Village say it as "evil habits" - evil, fierce, with a stern face and a bit of bullying, but in fact he is pampering you and indulging you.
On the day Ms. Cheng passed away, he was unable to see his mother for the last time because of Qi Beisong, and he even beat him for it; but thinking about it afterwards, it was not Mr. Qi's fault, he could only blame it on a series of coincidences.
Today too, Qi Beisong just had a few arguments with Lao Geng. What crime did he commit to deserve this
Cheng Ji slowly raised his eyes. Qi Beisong was biting his neck, leaving bright red licks. Fortunately, he was wearing a pullover, which was thick and tight, and Qi Beisong's unruly hands had not been able to take it off yet.
He said, "I'll help you."
"... Hmm? What... baby?" Qi Beisong buried his head in his neck and sucked instinctively.
"I'll help you." Cheng Ji said, "with my hands."
Qi Beisong was stunned for about three seconds before he understood.
He stopped, grabbed Cheng Ji's face with both hands, and stared at him very closely. Suddenly, he picked up Cheng Ji by the waist, strode into the room, and threw him on the bed.
"Help me, baby..." Qi Beisong stood in front of the bed, his wet hair hanging down, his collar wide open, revealing his beautifully shaped collarbone.
"Just use your hands..."
He is really not afraid of the cold. In this kind of weather, he just wears a sweetheart-neck cashmere sweater under his coat, and his muscles seem to be visible through the clothes.
Chen Chuan said that his upper body was shaped like a fan, but that was actually a joke. He was stronger than most people, but that didn't look exaggerated. He was still slender, tight and good-looking.
"Don't call me baby." Cheng Ji's ears felt hot from the embarrassment.
"You are my baby..." Qi Beisong climbed onto the bed and approached him, "I am so glad... it is you today."
"Don't scream for a while." Cheng Ji's blood boiled and he was thin-skinned.
“… I want to.” Qi Beisong said.
He threw his coat on the floor and unbuttoned his trousers.
Cheng Ji felt that his life would be shortened by three years after just one look. Fortunately, he only agreed to use his hands. If he had used any other place, he would probably die here tonight!
"Can you?" Qi Beisong licked his lower lip and slowly approached him with a deep look in his eyes.
"…" Cheng Ji closed his eyes and opened them again, already putting life and death aside, "Yes."
"You're blushing." Qi Beisong said with half-closed eyes.
"Don't talk!" This time it was Cheng Ji who growled, "Come quickly!"
"Can I stick...stick to you?" Qi Beisong asked, "I feel like I'm about to...break apart..."
Cheng Ji opened his arms and hugged him from behind. In terms of body size, Cheng Ji was smaller, but as a man, it didn't matter who hugged who.
Qi Beisong tilted his neck back and rested his head on his shoulder, his hot lips brushing against the side of his neck.
"I love you..." he whispered, "...baby."
"Don't talk, you're not sober." Cheng Ji was as hot and ashamed as he was.
"I like you." Qi Beisong's obsession did not come from drugs.
"…" Cheng Ji endured his torrent of kisses, endured the most instinctive teasing, and restrained his own equally honest reaction. It took him a long time to utter two words, "Thank you."
(Ding—help each other and make your brothers happy.)
Qi Beisong worked hard all night.
Cheng Ji's two quilts, two pillows and a cushion were swept to the corner by him at the very beginning. He used his long arms and legs to show off his power on the bed with his strong arms and waist and abdomen.
Every time Cheng Ji couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to run away, or was ready to use his fists and feet, he seemed to have his IQ soared, grabbed his ankle, and shouted in a hoarse or hard voice: "You promised to do whatever I want in the future!"
Cheng Ji wanted to slap himself twice. What a bad mouth!
The fourth time was already three or four in the morning. Cheng Ji was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift a finger. He lay down on the scarred bed and said, "You do it, you do it, let me sleep for a while!"
Master Qi licked his lips and said with a red face: "Good, strong enough!"
And then... I didn't really know, Master Qi was a good guy in this regard, he kept his promise from the beginning to the end.
Finally, the two of them finished their fight and fainted. Cheng Ji was still somewhat conscious. Before he passed out, he brought a quilt to cover himself and Qi Beisong, then went to the bathroom to turn off the bath water that had been running almost all night.
Fortunately, the water heater had already shut down automatically because of overheat protection, otherwise it would have been really difficult to explain to Lao Geng when the gas bill came.
…
At about seven o'clock in the morning, Cheng Ji was suddenly awakened by a feeling of suffocation. He struggled hard to break free from Qi Beisong's tight arms, turned over and got out of bed, gasping for breath.
He was still dressed fairly neatly, with his sweatshirt still on and his pants pulled up, but there was some mud between his legs (from the last time he rubbed himself against it), but it wasn't a problem at all.
But Qi Beisong was different. He lay prone on the bed with disheveled hair, arms and legs spread out, soundly asleep. Cheng Ji lifted the quilt and took a look, and felt that he was so disheveled that he looked like he had been to ten brothels.
"… "
Cheng Ji squatted down with his face covered, feeling so ashamed for a moment that he didn't know who had ruined whom.
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