Waiting on the cruise and staying with Zhang Jue for three days, Chen Boqiao rarely felt uneasy.
Not because of the unknown danger to face after returning to the Asian Union, nor because of the approaching midnight that will be arrested,
He knew very well that his and Pei Shu's decision was correct. Zhang Jue returned to North America with the cruise and returned to the New Independent State to wait for him, and he himself was ready to accept all possible consequences.
But he continued to feel a not very violent but unstoppable hold back.
When his father was alive, he was not as keen on helping Chen Boqiao to form a family as his stepmother did. He only had two requirements for Chen Boqiao's future partner, one from the Asian League, and the other from an Omega who was willing to give birth.
At that time, Chen Boqiao felt that his father's request was about zero, and he agreed with ease. Only now did he realize that the world was impermanent, that his father was no longer there, and Zhang Jue was not an Omega from the Asian League.
Chen Boqiao thought that if he really fell in love with Zhang Jue when he was a teenager, Chen Zhaoyan might be as angry as when he heard the news of his joining the army, but if he saw Zhang Jue, his father might change his mind.
Because Zhang Jue is the kind of person who is very popular with elders, he is good-natured, educated, patient and docile, obedient and sensible, and has a clean resume.
Zhang Jue often has a simple and innocent face to Chen Boqiao, and it is difficult to learn to reach out to Chen Boqiao. He is always secretly shy or depressed, but he is never afraid of waiting or enduring pain.
The days when Zhang Jue just took Chen Boqiao from the escort car to the Independent State of Thailand, Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue's attitude towards him was very interesting.
Like a person who is obsessed with catching reflections in the water, he clearly knows that Chen Boqiao is standing on the shore, but he still bows his head and slowly scoops water, emptying one well after another, doing useless things and wasting time, refusing to reveal even Sporadic fatigue.
Zhang Jue took a nap for more than an hour in the afternoon when the cruise ship approached the waters of the Asian Union.
He was wearing Chen Boqiao's clothes, lying on his side, with a quilt on his waist, with sexual hints all over his body, like a soaked and swollen sponge, emitting the pheromone smell belonging to Chen Boqiao from the depths of his flesh.
At three o'clock, Chen Boqiao woke him up when he read the documents that Pei Shuto and Cui Chengze brought him. Zhang Jue looked at the electronic clock by the bed, sat up, and stared at Chen Boqiao.
Chen Boqiao asked him, "Did I wake you up?"
Zhang Jue shook his head.
"What time are you leaving?" he asked in a very soft voice, pulling the quilt closer together, "Can I accompany you there?"
His long and soft eyelashes slowly came together and then slowly separated. Every blink of his eyes was like a silent vow. Heartwarming.
In the past few days on the cruise, Chen Boqiao didn't go downstairs to relax as Pei Shu said. He was on vacation. Apart from going to bed, he didn't accompany Zhang Jue to do too many things that lovers should do when they were together. At this moment, suddenly There is a little guilt, I feel that I have not done well enough, and I hope there will be a chance to make up for it in the future.
Ordinary people will have it when they are in love, even if it is used as a coaxing trick or a holiday gift, this time it is too late, next time he is willing to bring Zhang Jue to do it.
Chen Boqiao put down the document in his hand, said "Okay", paused, and then said, "At five o'clock, I have to talk to Pei Shu about something."
Zhang Jue gave a "hmm", took off the quilt, pressed his hand against the wall, and sat up on his knees, as if he remembered it.
Chen Boqiao's shirt was wrinkled from his sleep, covering a third of his thighs.
As usual, he didn't show any expression. He knelt and moved forward, as if he was about to get out of bed, but after a few moves, his expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?" Chen Boqiao got up, took a few steps, and went to help him.
Zhang Jue didn't speak, he grabbed Chen Boqiao's arm with a cool hand, got out of bed with his strength, stepped on the carpet, and walked to the bathroom without shoes on.
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue's back, and at first he didn't know why he was so anxious. When Zhang Jue was about to walk to the bathroom door, he saw that the white translucent turbid liquid had flowed along the base of Zhang Jue's legs, to the middle of his thighs.
Chen Boqiao waited for a while and brought him the change of clothes. Zhang Jue opened the bathroom door slightly, took the clothes and said thank you, and stayed in the bathroom for a while before coming out.
He probably took a bath with a little scent of body wash, and walked slowly to Chen Boqiao's side, saying, "I'll change your makeup for you."
Chen Boqiao didn't let Zhang Jue stand, and asked Zhang Jue to sit on the edge of one bed, and then he found out the disguise, handed it to Zhang Jue, and sat on the other bed, opposite Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue's hand moved slowly on Chen Boqiao's face, and his fingertips brushed Chen Boqiao's lower lip while sticking his beard.
It's like if you put on makeup slowly, Chen Boqiao will be able to leave later.
But he finally finished it before 4:30. He looked at Chen Boqiao for a long time, got close, and put his lips to Chen Boqiao's lips.
Zhang Jue had a cold face, and he didn't look like he didn't need to cry, and cried for Chen Boqiao again.
Cui Chengze waited anxiously in the room for more than half an hour, and at 4:50, Chen Boqiao arrived early and brought one more person with him. Cui Chengze had seen him a few times from a distance. He was very white and thin. From the outside, he could not tell whether it was an alpha or a beta.
"There's something else to say." Chen Boqiao closed the door and said.
He walked a few steps, looked back at Zhang Jue, and briefly introduced, "Cui Chengze."
Zhang Jue nodded to Cui Chengze and said lightly, "Hello."
Cui Chengze also nodded to him: "Hello."
"While you were sleeping," Chen Boqiao didn't pay more attention to Cui Chengze, looked at Zhang Jue, and whispered to him, "I have applied for an upgrade from the front desk, wait a while for Chengze to go downstairs with you and go to the lobby. Just swipe the card again."
Zhang Jue kept standing at the entrance, did not approach, and said "Okay" softly.
Chen Boqiao paused, then said, "I picked a two-bedroom suite, and the living room is separated from the bedroom, so it's not too close."
Zhang Jue looked a little reluctant, but he didn't object.
Cui Chengze stood aside, quietly watching them go back and forth, always feeling that their relationship was a little weird.
Chen Boqiao's tone of speaking to Zhang Jue was different from what Cui Chengze knew about all the time, but because the difference was too subtle, Cui Chengze couldn't tell the difference.
"After Cheng Ze accompanies you ashore in North America, he will send you back to China before leaving." Chen Boqiao said again.
Zhang Jue took three or five steps and got closer to Chen Boqiao before saying, "No need."
"Jiaxi wants to come pick me up." He lowered his head and continued.
Chen Boqiao seemed to want to say something, but Choi Chengze's cell phone rang on the table.
Cui Chengze looked at his phone, then hesitantly looked at Chen Boqiao and Zhang Jue.
"Come on." Chen Boqiao said.
Cui Chengze pressed on and projected Pei Shu's picture on the wall. The camera on this end was installed next to the TV, and it should have captured Zhang Jue. Pei Shu only said "Bo Qiao" and then stopped. He looked at the camera with some hesitation, but did not speak.
Zhang Jue seemed to understand Pei Shu's meaning very well. He raised his face slightly and said to Chen Boqiao, "Then I'm leaving." Cui Chengze looked at Zhang Jue's profile and found that Zhang Jue's pupils were very dark, which was different from fairness. The skin contrasts with each other, showing some different kind of purity.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jue looked at Cui Chengze: "Are you together?"
Cui Chengze's next task was to guard Zhang Jue, so he nodded and said to Chen Boqiao: "Colonel, then Mr. Zhang and I will go downstairs first."
Chen Boqiao and Cui Chengze looked at each other for two seconds, and said, "Okay." After a second, they repeated: "You guys go."
Cui Chengze gave Chen Boqiao a military salute, turned and walked towards the entrance, Yu Guang saw that Zhang Jue also turned around and wanted to come to the door.
"Wait." Chen Boqiao suddenly said.
Cui Chengze turned his head reflexively, and immediately realized that Chen Boqiao was not calling himself.
Chen Boqiao grabbed Zhang Jue's arm very strongly, pulled Zhang Jue into his arms, bowed his head and kissed him.
The kiss was not intense, Cui Chengze looked away, and Pei Shu on the other side of the phone didn't make a sound.
After a while, Chen Boqiao let go of Zhang Jue, put it next to Zhang Jue's ear, said something that Cui Chengze couldn't hear, then let go of him, took a step back, returned to his usual gentle appearance, and watched them patiently. Walk.
Cui Chengze and Zhang Jue walked into the elevator without a word, and went downstairs. They swiped the room card again and came to the deck balcony sea view suite on the eleventh floor.
The room is more than 100 square meters, with large floor-to-ceiling windows and a deck balcony. The setting sun shines on the varnished wooden floor through the gauze curtains blown by the sea breeze.
Cui Chengze ordered two dinners to come to the room, Zhang Jue barely moved, and sat on the sofa with his legs curled up until the early morning.
At midnight, only a very dim floor lamp was left in the living room of the suite, and the balcony door was open.
They heard the flapping sound of helicopter wings that many of the guests had not heard, and saw firelight, and the muffled sound of silencer guns came from far away.
After everything calmed down, Cui Chengze hesitated for a few minutes and turned on the light, maybe the light was too bright, Zhang Jue moved and covered his face with his hands.
Those hands were very white and slender, and the blue blood vessels spread upward along the back of the hands, like a sketch with a cold tone and a depressing picture.
The cruise ship turned its course again, like a newly forged axe, splitting the deep blue sea tumbling with foam and waves, facing the pale eastern sky, and heading towards North America.