He Qing didn't expect that after reading for a while, he looked up and saw that it was already dark. He walked out of school in a panic, planning to run to a nearby business and call the driver to pick him up.
Now I just hope that uncle hasn't come back...
Just as he was thinking, a luxury car stopped in front of him.
The young man turned pale, looked at the car he used to go to and from school every day, and took a step back.
The back window opened, revealing the gloomy face of a man in the darkness, his voice was low, as if he was suppressing his anger forcibly.
"boarding."
He Qing was stunned, he subconsciously explained, "Uncle, I didn't mean to..."
Mingzhe opened the car door with a cold tone, "Don't make me say it a second time."
Uncle is really angry...
He had never heard such a stern tone from a man before. The boy was too frightened to speak, and got into the car tremblingly.
There was a faint fragrance in the car, and there was a comfortable cushion under him, but He Qing was so nervous that his body was stiff.
As soon as he got in the car, the car started to drive towards home. The young man looked at the man's expression carefully with a pale face, and was frightened back by his suppressed anger expression.
Speaking of which, He Qing was spoiled by Mingzhe since he was a child, and the number of times men got angry at him can be counted on the fingers, but he didn't know why he was afraid of Mingzhe's anger, especially after he was beaten last time, he was even more afraid.
Seeing that he was about to get home, Mingzhe didn't even say a word to him along the way, let alone questioning him. The young man hesitated for a long time before he boldly sat down beside the man.
He stretched out his hand to pull his clothes again, and called out timidly, "Uncle..."
Mingzhe ignored him, but looked forward with heavy eyes.
He Qing knew that he had done something wrong, but seeing the man's ignoring attitude, he felt inexplicably wronged. He was wronged and scared, so he silently withdrew his hand.
He kept comforting himself in his heart, his uncle loved him so much, and he explained it well when he got home, and he would be fine.
When the car entered the yard, the man opened the door first, got out of the car and walked in. Only the young man was left timidly watching his back, moving his heels behind him in small steps.
He really didn't dare to enter the door, his uncle wouldn't hit his palm again.
Thinking of the terrible pain last time, the boy's white and tender face wrinkled, and the movements of his feet slowed down a bit.
However, the distance from the car to the house is only a short distance, even if he scrambled like this, he still got there very quickly. As soon as he stepped into the entrance, under the bright light, he saw a handsome man in a black formal suit taking a bamboo board from the housekeeper.
It's long and flat, and it must hurt when you hit it.
The boy's eyes widened for a moment, and the legs that were moving like a snail seemed to grow on the ground, and he couldn't use any strength.
"come over."
Seeing the man holding this terrifying thing in his hand and coldly ordering him, He Qing took a step back with a pale face in fright.
"Uncle, Uncle, I was wrong..."
While apologizing, he kept staring at the bamboo board with his beautiful round eyes, "I know I was wrong, uncle..."
The boy's voice was soft, timid, full of helplessness, "Don't hit me..."
If he used to talk to Mingzhe in this tone, he would have hugged and coaxed Mingzhe early, but now
The man glanced at the butler who was waiting quietly, the butler understood, sighed and walked forward to pull the boy over.
"Master, you are obedient, admit your mistakes obediently..."
He Qing had been in poor health since he was a child, and he didn't have much strength, so he was dragged over easily. His body was as stiff as a stone, and his eyes were staring at the scary bamboo board.
"I'm sorry Uncle, I just forgot the time while reading, I..."
Mingzhe couldn't listen to his explanation anymore, the man watched coldly as the butler put the bench that had been prepared in the middle of the living room, "Get down."
The young man was terrified, staring at the bench and refusing to step forward.
"Young master, just listen to what you say, and save yourself a little bit of suffering..." the butler persuaded with a face full of resentment, "If you make your husband angry again, you don't know how long you will last this beating."
Tears had accumulated in He Qing's eyes, and the young man with tears rolling in his eyes looked pitifully at the man, trying to make him give up beating himself.
"Uncle, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have come back so late..." As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the bamboo board, and his voice was trembling with fright, "Please don't hit me, I Obedient..."
Mingzhe's face was still calm, and he was not moved at all.
"How did you tell me? Go out with Huo Tianhao?"
The boy's face suddenly turned as white as paper.
"me… "
"I didn't teach you much last time, do you really think that I won't be cruel?"
Mingzhe's eyes were dark, full of disappointment, "I didn't give you what you wanted? You actually lied to me."
Being looked at by his uncle who has always spoiled him with such a disappointed look, He Qing's heart was half cold, and the tears that had been swirling in his eyes finally couldn't help but fell down, and fell to the ground along his fair cheeks.
"I dote on you too much to make you like this." The man became more and more angry, "Get down, don't make me say it a third time!"
Under his sight, the boy was sobbing, slowly lying on the bench like a small animal cut off from all ways of survival.
He didn't dare to resist, so he just lay obediently on his stomach, sobbing pitifully, waiting for the bamboo board to fall.
He Qing looked so pitiful, Mingzhe's expression softened for a second, and soon became cold again.
He held the bamboo board, and it landed hard on his upturned little buttocks under the eyes of the young man who was frightened and full of tears.
"It hurts... uncle, uncle hurts..."
Almost the second after the board fell, the boy froze for a moment, and then cried out loudly. He didn't dare to struggle, so he could only hold on to the bench under him, begging Mingzhe with a trembling voice.
"Don't hit me, uncle, I'm in so much pain..."
This time was different from the last time, Mingzhe was furious, not only did not soften his heart when he heard the young man's pleading, but also dropped another stick.
"Woo-"
As the pain increased, He Qing cried even louder, pleading indiscriminately.
With a cold face, the man continued to beat him with one stick, until the cry of the boy lying on the chair began to weaken, and he stopped begging. The housekeeper who was already in a hurry came up to stop him.
"Sir, you can't fight anymore, the young master is weak, if you continue to fight, something will happen."
Mingzhe dropped the stick in his hand, rubbed the center of his brows, saw the young boy's crying eyes were red and swollen, looked at him mournfully, then cooled his voice again, and spoke loudly.
"Go and put these things away, they will be useful next time."
And next time!
The boy who was already crying with tears all over his face started to choke, his eyes full of fear.
"Get up quickly!"
The man's stern tone was in his ears, He Qing was crying and twitching, tried to move, and found that moving his butt felt a sharp pain, and immediately cried even harder.
With a choked voice, he answered softly, "I can't get up..."
Why is it so useless!
Mingzhe's face was still cold, it could be seen that the young boy's fair face was flushed from crying, and he looked pitifully over the bench, but he still walked over and picked him up.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
He Qing yelled in a low voice, but leaned his head closer to the man who had just beaten him, and said in a crying voice, "My butt hurts..."
"It's right to know that it hurts!" Mingzhe relaxed a little, but his face was still cold and hard, "Let's see if you dare to lie next time."
He Qing sobbed and stretched out his arms to hug the man, allowing him to carry him away, and said in a pitiful voice with a choked voice, "I dare not..."
Mingzhe has read many books on educating teenagers in order to raise children well, but none of them are so dependent on parents after being beaten.
He didn't refute or cry, but just hugged himself like he was hugging the whole world, and said in a small voice that he wouldn't dare again.
The man's voice softened, "Just don't dare."
He went upstairs with him in his arms, interrogating as he walked, "I lied today that I was with Huo Tianhao, where did I actually go?"
The young man wiped away his tears, endured the pain and replied in a low voice, "Auntie is looking for me..."
Mingzhe's face looked a little better than before.
He Qing knew that he hated Aunt He, so it made sense to lie in order to meet Aunt He.
It was much better than the puppy love rebellion he had thought before.
While going up the stairs, while looking down at the boy obediently crying in his arms, the man's eyes became more tender.
"Why didn't you tell me that you wanted to see her? Is there still a need to lie?"
He Qing is also remorseful at this moment, if he had known that he would receive such a beating, he would never have lied and deceived others.
The butt hurts badly, and Aunt He and Auntie broke up again. The young man was wronged and sad, and whispered, "Uncle doesn't like me seeing Auntie."
The relationship is still because of him
Mingzhe felt funny and angry at the same time in his heart, he turned his body upside down, saw him exclaimed and hugged himself tightly, and replied fiercely, "Uncle doesn't like you to lie even more!"
The young man was aggrieved and wiped his tears on the man's clothes, and said in a pitiful voice, "I will never lie again."
The price of lying is too heavy, too painful!
Seeing that he promised obediently, Mingzhe hugged He Qing tightly, and put him gently on the big soft bed.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
As soon as his butt touched the bed, the boy cried out miserably, leaning his body into the man's arms all his strength, not wanting to get down even if he said nothing.
"Be obedient, go to bed obediently, and I will give you medicine."
Mingzhe thought that the beating deserved a beating before, but now seeing He Qing's pitiful face full of tears squeezed into his arms, he began to feel distressed again.
In fact, he didn't use much force, and even only hit six times in total. The man had made up his mind to hit ten times to improve his memory, but after being persuaded by the housekeeper, the bamboo board couldn't go down no matter what.
Especially now, it was obvious that he was beaten like this by himself, but He Qing still hugged his neck so dependently and did not let go. It hurts, good boy, get down on your stomach."
He Qing cried and nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, I will listen to uncle."
How can this child be so obedient
The man completely forgot about the boy's lying before, and now he is only full of heartache.
He watched the boy get down on the ground slowly and pitifully, and picked up the medicinal wine from the table next to him.
I haven't used up half a bottle of palm palm before, so it can come in handy now.
He opened the bottle of medicinal wine, stood beside the bed and said to the boy, "Take off your pants."
He Qing lay on the bed pitifully, with two slender arms stretched back, just touching the trousers, he trembled in pain, and withdrew his hand as if being electrocuted.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
The tears that were finally coaxed by the man fell down again, and he refused to reach out to take off his clothes without saying anything.
Helpless, Mingzhe put down the medicinal wine and asked him, "How can I help you apply the medicine if you don't take off your pants?"
The young man was in pain and discomfort, and was extremely wronged, "Uncle, help me take off..."
What a grinder.
He sighed, and slowly pulled down his pants under the boy's suppressed cry of pain.
The two bumps that were originally white and tender were already red at the moment, and they trembled and tensed as soon as they were exposed to the air.
Mingzhe's eyes darkened, he took the medicinal wine in his palm, and prepared to give the young man some medicine.
"Uncle, uncle, wait a minute!"
Sensing him approaching, He Qing nervously crawled forward, avoiding the man's hand.
She begged softly, "Be gentle."
There was a crying tone in his voice, and he looked back with red eyes in panic and fear, and tears filled that pretty little face.
bang... bang...
The man's heart seemed to be beating slowly for some reason, he stretched out his hand, and slowly landed on the boy's upturned little buttocks.
He heard himself say, "Don't move."
He Qing pouted aggrievedly, turned his head away, and obediently waited for the man to help him apply the medicine.
Mingzhe's hands were full of medicinal wine, and as he rubbed it on little by little, his tentacles were scorching hot, but the touch was extremely smooth and tender.
When He Qing was a child, he always took the bath. The slippery touch matches the memory of the past, but he has completely lost that kind of loving psychology.
The young man's slender body was lying on the bed, his waist was so thin that it could be pinched with both hands, his soft hair hit his fair neck, and he groaned softly with the pain.
"Uncle, uncle, it hurts... it hurts... lighten up..."
Jiaojiao is soft, with a crying voice trustingly acting like a baby to him, Mingzhe should comfort him, or tell him coldly that this is the price of lying.
This is what an elder should look like.
But now, his hand was sliding on the young man's buttocks. It was unknown whether it was because of the medicinal wine or other factors. His palm was surprisingly hot. Following the heat, he couldn't help but move his hand upwards.
Little by little, it landed on the boy's slender waist with a waistline.
Very thin, very thin, he can easily restrain it, with only one hand, no matter how hard he tries, he won't break free.
"uncle?"
The person below noticed that his hand was on his waist, and turned his head in doubt, his nasal voice was full of trust and coquettishness.
Mingzhe slowly withdrew his hand, his voice was low and calm, "Okay."
"Oh..." He Qing pitifully tried to reach out to lift his trousers, but couldn't lift them up, so he had to ask Mingzhe for help.
"Uncle help me put on my pants."
Mingzhe stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and helped the boy up little by little. Seeing the pitiful appearance of the boy enduring the pain lying on the pillow, he walked out of the room without saying a word.
He Qing, who was still sobbing softly, was stunned for a moment, with more grievances in his eyes.
He was beaten, why is uncle still angry...
The butler anxiously walked back and forth outside the door, and when he saw the man coming out, he quickly greeted him, "Sir, how is the young master? Have you given him any medicine?"
He watched He Qing grow up slowly, and felt very sorry for this child who was so well-behaved since he was a child.
Seeing the man's ugly face, he thought he hadn't calmed down, so he quickly helped to say something nice, "Young master is already very good. He has grown up so big that other people's children can go out to play. Only the young master can only stay at home when he is on vacation. Sir, how about you?" I don't have time to accompany you, it's a child's nature to love to play, so does the young master... "
"alright!"
Mingzhe interrupted him suddenly, waved his hand, and his voice was calm.
"You go down first."
The housekeeper had no choice but to leave without reassurance.
After he left, only Mingzhe was left in the corridor. Under the light, he looked at his own shadow and slowly lowered his head.
Somewhere under him, he has begun to raise his head slightly.
He actually had a desire for the child he raised with his own hands!
The young man who trusted him wholeheartedly, the well-behaved and soft clingy person, and the boy who adored him since he was a child.
Mingzhe always thought that he could bring up He Qing well, maybe he didn't have good grades, maybe he didn't use his brains, but it didn't matter, they were only eighteen years apart in age, and he could protect him forever.
He thought it was very good and thoughtful, even if he died unexpectedly, Ah Qing who was left behind could live a good life.
But he never imagined that he would actually treat Ah Qing...
Mingzhe has always known that He Qing is good-looking, and he is even more beautiful than most women, so he has never lost his coveting eyes since he was a child.
As if guarding a treasure, he raised He Qing carefully, not letting him suffer any malice from outside.
But he never thought about whether he also had unusual thoughts about the boy.
I don't like seeing him talking with other people, I don't want him to leave the house, I just want him to have only me in his eyes.
What I have been unable to figure out for a long time, finally got the answer at this moment.
He fell in love with the child he raised by himself.
The man's mind was greatly shocked. He went back to the room in a daze, sat on the chair, and stared blankly at the smiling child on the computer screen.
This photo was taken by He Qing when he was a child. It was the first time he took him to the playground. The child had a great time and was smiling happily the whole time.
After that day, he held Mingzhe's hand, coquettishly, "I like uncle the most, and I will like uncle the most in the future."
He is so trusting Mingzhe.
That's right, how could you not trust someone who raised you up
The man's eyes were full of pain, he turned around slowly, and lay down on the bed, the tiredness overflowed between his brows.
He is the goldsmith of the shopping mall, and he has a lot of wealth. As long as he is willing, the child will definitely fall into his hands in the end.
But can he
Ah Qing is still so young, his future life should be to form a family with a beautiful and gentle woman and have a lovely child.
Before He Zhiwen left, he begged him to take good care of his son, and begged him to help He Qing choose a woman who might not be pretty or capable, but who loved her son wholeheartedly.
The man lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling in a daze, and smiled wryly.
Why, could it be Ah Qing
And why, could it be him
—
The medicinal wine left by Dr. Bai was very effective. The next day, He Qing's originally painful buttocks were only slightly painful. Of course, for a young man who had never suffered from suffering since childhood, these pains were enough to make him feel sick. I'm so sick.
Aggrieved and limped downstairs, the boy saw the man who was older than him sitting at the table eating elegantly from afar.
He was stunned for a moment. In the past, no matter what time he slept, his uncle always waited for him to eat together.
Are you still mad at him
He Qing suddenly felt uneasy, ignoring the still hurting buttocks, moved over carefully and slowly, and screamed timidly.
"Good morning, Uncle."
Mingzhe's hand holding the fork paused in the air for a second, then put it in his mouth as if nothing had happened, and nodded coldly, "Yes."
The young man felt even more aggrieved immediately. He glanced at the man who was calmly lowering his eyes and did not touch his head with a doting smile as before. Feeling agitated, he purposely sat beside the man.
Just as Ai Ai was about to apologize, the handsome man beside him suddenly put down his fork and stood up, walking towards the entrance.
He Qing was dumbfounded.
Without even thinking about it, he called out, "Uncle, are you full?"
"Um."
Mingzhe nodded expressionlessly, changed his shoes and opened the door, "I'm going to work."
The young man sat there in a daze, watching the man leave without turning his head.
He didn't even say good morning to himself!
The young man who had never been treated so indifferently was extremely wronged, his eyes turned red almost immediately, and he quickly lowered his head to hide it.
It happened that the housekeeper came up with milk, and he quickly asked, "Grandpa housekeeper, what's the matter today, uncle?"
The housekeeper knew about Mingzhe's itinerary, so he answered a little strangely at this moment, "It's still the same as before, why does the young master ask such a question?"
The light of hope in the young man's eyes immediately went out, and he replied with some discomfort, "Uncle, he doesn't seem to want to talk to me very much today..."
Thinking of Mingzhe's doting on the young man, the housekeeper didn't take it seriously, "Maybe the husband is still angry, young master, you just need to apologize properly today."
But he has already apologized...
He Qing lowered his head a little disappointed, drank the milk in small sips, intending to wait until Mingzhe came back to apologize, but when he finished drinking the milk, he remembered Mingzhe's indifference, and immediately felt even more aggrieved.
Mingzhe went out, but he was still thinking about the unbelievable sight of the young man looking at him just now, and suddenly became irritable.
If he knew that he actually had that kind of thought for him, would he also look at him with this kind of eyes.
Feeling so confused that he couldn't tell what it was like, Mingzhe drove to the company without thinking about anything else and began to concentrate on processing the documents. When the secretary came to inquire, he realized that it was time to get off work.
"You go first, I'll take a look at it later."
Watching the secretary leave, Mingzhe suddenly remembered that this was the first time he had taken the initiative to work overtime since he brought Ah Qing home.
There is a photo next to the computer, in which is him and the boy with a shy smile, he is holding the boy's shoulders, and there is tenderness in his eyes.
And He Qing's eyes were full of happiness and trust.
The man stared blankly at the photo, finally stretched out his hand and put it on the table.
He worked overtime until very late, and He Qing should have fallen asleep by the time, so he wiped his tired face and drove home.
The light was on at home, the butler came up to him and asked if he wanted something to eat, Mingzhe shook his head and went upstairs silently.
When he reached the door of He Qing's room, he paused, sighed silently, and returned to his room.
He Qing slept very deeply, and woke up the next day yawning, only to realize that he was waiting for his uncle to come back, but he fell asleep for some reason. His spirit was shaken, and he hurriedly dressed and went to the next room in a panic knock on the door.
Open the door, there is no one inside, clear and cold.
He went downstairs, and there was no one on the dining table, nor on the side of the coffee table, "Grandpa housekeeper, where did uncle go?"
The boy asked suspiciously, "Did he not come back last night?"
"Mister came back last night and left early this morning. Are you hungry, master? I'll ask the kitchen to bring the dishes."
After hearing his words, He Qing's expression immediately became disappointed, and he wanted to apologize to his uncle.
In the next few days, the boy never found a chance to apologize. The man seemed to be avoiding him on purpose. He came back when he fell asleep at night, and left before he woke up in the morning.
He Qing, who hadn't met a man for several days in a row, felt more and more anxious. He even called Mingzhe to inquire, but the reply he got was either he was in a meeting or he was still busy, and he didn't give him a chance to apologize at all.
After hanging up the phone for the last time, He Qing panicked completely.
He really didn't expect that a lie would make his uncle so angry with him.
The young man was brought up by Mingzhe and pampered. He never thought that one day he would become like this.
If uncle doesn't talk to him anymore, what will he do...
——
It is already one o'clock in the morning, Mingzhe rubbed his brows and got out of the car, and opened the door with his steps.
The butler is also getting old, he has specifically said before that he doesn't need to wait for him, so now the room is empty and only the lights are left.
The man walked upstairs, opened the door of the room, and started dragging clothes one by one.
Taking off his shirt, he frowned, and was a little tired, planning to go to the bathroom to take a shower. When he walked to the bed, the bed suddenly got up, and the boy was wearing pajamas, rubbing his eyes and asked him sleepily, "Uncle Are you back?"
Mingzhe paused, his brows furrowed tighter, "Why are you here?"
The young man who was not fully awake was taken aback by his cold tone, and put down his hands in a daze, his delicate white face was full of confusion.
"I'm waiting for my uncle to come back..."
"What are you waiting for me to do, go back to your room and go to sleep."
The man's answer was extremely indifferent. He turned around, put his shirt back on the bed, and looked at the young man with a frown as if he were looking at an ignorant child.
"Don't you know what your body looks like? Go to sleep quickly."
The young man stared at him blankly. He had actually been waiting for a long time, but because he was in poor health and never stayed up all night, he fell asleep after waiting.
Unexpectedly, what he waited for was a cold reprimand. The grievances of being indifferent these days suddenly rushed to his mind, and almost immediately, his eye circles turned red.
"I'm waiting for you to come back. If you come back sooner, I won't stay up all night..." As he spoke, the boy's voice choked up.
"Uncle, why on earth are you ignoring me? Haven't I already apologized? You hit me too, didn't you do well before?"
As he spoke, tears fell uncontrollably. He Qing wiped away his tears, sobbing and chanting.
"If you're not happy, hit me, don't ignore me..."
Mingzhe stood where he was, silently looking at the boy on the bed.
He was crying sadly, and he kept reaching out to wipe away his tears. The pajamas on his body did not know whether it was because of the wrong sleeping position or something, but it fell loosely, revealing his delicate collarbone and round white shoulders.
Weeping and crying, he got out of the bed, came to the man on his knees, hugged his stiff waist, and begged in a low voice, "Uncle, don't be angry, okay, I know I was wrong. I dare not lie anymore... "
The child was begging for his forgiveness, but his eyes fell uncontrollably on the underside of his loose pajamas, where the white and tender flesh was exposed, and as long as he moved a little, he could see a little red.
This is a child raised by him, every minute, every bit, even his little thoughts, are all under Mingzhe's control.
But now, he was hugging himself and crying, begging him not to neglect him.
The man stood and slowly closed his eyes.
The hand, as usual, landed on the boy's soft hair, patting it gently.
His voice was calm and gentle, "Don't think too much, uncle is too busy to take care of you these days, go back to sleep quickly."
The boy who was crying vigorously froze for a moment, wanted to ask him, but choked up because he cried too much before, "Really, really?"
"Really, when did I lie to Ah Qing?"
The handsome man slowly helped him up, straightened the boy's clothes with his slender fingers, his magnetic voice was still gentle, "You are not in good health, don't always stay up late, go to sleep quickly."
He Qing always felt that something was wrong, but the man's expression was extremely normal. He sat up with red eyes and doubts, "Uncle, what are you busy these days? Why do you always come home so late and go out so early?" .”
As he was talking, he wanted to cry again, and he pursed his mouth and said aggrievedly, "Uncle didn't come back until I fell asleep at night, and you left before you woke up in the morning. I called you, but you ignored me." I… "
The expression on Mingzhe's face was still gentle, he stretched out his hand, and helped the boy wipe away his tears, "Next month will be your eighteenth birthday, uncle is sorting out the assets left by your parents, wait until next month, these It will all be handed over to you.”
These words are not all false, at least he has been sorting them out these days.
As expected, He Qing believed it, his eyes began to look embarrassed, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry Uncle, I thought you ignored me."
After apologizing, he raised his small face again and said seriously, "Uncle, you don't need to rush to tidy up, anyway, I don't understand these things, staying up late is not good for your health."
"Okay." Mingzhe smiled and touched the boy's little head, "Uncle, don't worry, Ah Qing, go to bed, tomorrow I will tell the housekeeper to let him have dinner later, so you can sleep more."
"Um!"
Now that he knew that his uncle didn't ignore him on purpose, the young man felt relieved. He stood up happily, and the two white and tender legs fell into the eyes of the man.
Mingzhe paused, subconsciously changed his standing posture, and covered up a certain part that had reacted before.
Seeing the young man leave from his side unsuspectingly, and when he walked to the door, he remembered something, turned his head a little embarrassed, and his voice was soft with a nasal sound.
"I'm sorry uncle, I was wrong before, I will never lie to you again..."
The boy apologized and left, leaving Mingzhe alone in the room.
He slowly approached the bathroom, locked the door, and stood up high.
In fact, even if he just saw the boy lying quietly on his bed, he could hardly control himself.
Mingzhe turned on the faucet, closed his eyes in the water, and worked his slender hands underneath.
"Ah Ching..."
The moment he let it out, he subconsciously called out He Qing's name.
The white turbidity was gradually being washed away by the water, and the man slowly smiled wryly under the water.
If Ah Qing knew that the elder he respected had such dirty thoughts about him, how uncomfortable he would be...
It's him who should apologize.
It seems that he will try his best to help Ah Qing find a suitable wife.