The two played puzzles with Qiqi for a while, and seeing that Qiqi was a little sleepy, they helped him wash up and coaxed him to sleep before they started drinking.
They sat on chairs in the master bedroom with a small coffee table in between. Yan Qingchi felt that just drinking was boring, so he suggested to play something. Jiang Mochen thought about it, found a deck of poker in the drawer, and started playing.
Yan Qingchi played poker with him, drank wine, and talked.
Jiang Mochen didn't talk much, but after drinking too much, he began to feel emotional one after another.
At the end of the game, the two of them ignored the poker, but leaned on their chairs and talked, complaining about their inner unhappiness.
Jiang Mochen didn't understand very much, "Do you think I am obsessed with ghosts, otherwise why would I like someone so aggrieved?"
Yan Qingchi knew that he was talking about Xiao Bailian, after thinking about it, he could only reply, "Probably so."
Jiang Mochen was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked him, "Have you ever liked anyone?"
"No." Yan Qingchi denied it habitually, and Jiang Mochen snorted, "You are not authentic, you just broke up with your boyfriend."
Yan Qingchi thought in his heart that that is not my boyfriend.
But talking about this matter will involve his own time travel, so he smiled perfunctorily, "We broke up, and I don't like it anymore."
Jiang Mochen was also really a little drunk, so he didn't hold him any longer, nodded "hmm" and said, "Yes, I don't like it for a long time."
Yan Qingchi turned to look at him, and saw that his face was a little confused, and he murmured, "I don't like it anymore."
"Then remember what you said."
"Of course I remember," he turned his head to look at Yan Qingchi, "I still remember that we got the certificate today."
He said, got up suddenly, walked directly in front of Yan Qingchi, and hugged him, "Go, it's time for us to bridal chamber."
Yan Qingchi wanted to struggle to get down, but when he heard this, he was stunned, "What did you say?"
Jiang Mochen turned around and took a few steps, threw him on the bed, and began to unbutton his shirt, "What else can I say, we're married, so it's time to fulfill our husband and wife obligations."
Who wants to fulfill your husband and wife obligations with you! ! ! Yan Qingchi almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He rolled around on the bed and got out of bed. Seeing that he was about to slip, Jiang Mochen took a step with his long legs and grabbed him, "Why, you dare to get married and dare not drive."
"You're already drunk, and you still want to drink and drive?" Yan Qingchi looked down, didn't he say that having sex after drinking is nonsense.
Jiang Mochen saw his gaze, and he had a rare connection with him, "You can try it and see how drunk I am, and whether I can drink and drive."
"One drop of wine for the driver, two tears for relatives." Yan Qingchi tried to persuade him.
Jiang Mochen had a gentle face, "Don't worry, your relatives will never cry two lines, and if you die, you will cry two lines yourself."
Yan Qingchi struggled and said, "Look, you also learned how to draw from me."
Jiang Mochen snorted, "That counts?"
"Of course it counts! Although it's not official, but you will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. You can't treat your father like this."
"Remind me of this when we drive to the edge of the city, Dad."
Yan Qingchi was helpless, "Why don't you listen to persuasion?"
Jiang Mochen pulled him back and firmly pressed him under him, "You don't listen."
He said, and began to unbutton Yan Qingchi's clothes.
Yan Qingchi pressed his hand, "The last question, can you accept us one by one?"
Jiang Mochen leaned close to him, his lips were almost close to his lips, and he said, "Honey, I can accept that I come a few more times a night."
Yan Qingchi understood, he let go of his hands, spread them to both sides, and put on a look of generosity to die, "Come on, let's make a quick decision."
Jiang Mochen felt that he was probably really a little drunk, and even thought Yan Qingchi like this was cute, he patted Yan Qingchi's face, "That's a bit difficult."
Facts have proved that what Jiang Mochen said is still very informative. When he came down from Qiuming Mountain and returned to the center of the city, Yan Qingchi lay on the bed, feeling the fatigue of his body, and deeply felt that Jiang Mochen was indeed worthy of being the protagonist in the book, and he had the halo of being a good protagonist.
Jiang Mochen turned on the light, and saw that the quilt was slanted around his waist, and there were obvious hickey marks scattered on his tender skin, like petals on the snow. Yan Qingchi squinted his eyes under the light, his black hair sticking to his face with sweat, very beautiful and gorgeous.
He tossed people like this by himself. Now that the car battle was over, his conscience realized that he couldn't help slowing down his tone, and asked softly, "Would you like me to carry you to rush?"
Yan Qingchi looked at him with a face full of ghosts, he sat up, but suddenly thought of something and looked back at Jiang Mochen, "So you're done fighting, right?"
"Do you still want to continue?" Jiang Mochen smiled.
Yan Qingchi stared at him, then suddenly stepped forward and pushed him, "It's not impossible."
Jiang Mochen never thought that he would really plan to practice what he said before, but felt speechless for a while, and pushed the person from his body to his body on the spot, "I thought you were tired when I came here, it seems that you are still very energetic Well, we can do it again."
Yan Qingchi said in his heart that it was natural, how much physical strength was consumed by such night activities, especially when he was still lying down, but it was his first time, so he still felt a little strange. Therefore, I had no choice but to stretch out my hand to help Jiang Mochen's waist, and said with a smile, "Where is it, let's rest, you have worked hard."
Jiang Mochen acted obediently when he got a cheap price, "It's not hard work, if you are willing, no matter how hard you work, it's worth it."
"How can I be willing to do this." Yan Qingchi cooperated, "It's better to rest, it's getting late, and it's time to sleep."
As he spoke, he moved to the side and slowly got off the bed.
Seeing him walking towards the bathroom with his waist supported, Jiang Mochen was a little worried, "You really don't want my help?"
As soon as Yan Qingchi turned around, he saw that he was about to come down, and quickly waved his hands, "No, no, I know it myself, so I will do it myself."
Hearing this, Jiang Mochen paused, and raised his eyebrows, "Yo, it looks like he's an old driver, very skilled." Before, he lied to himself that he never liked anyone! fraud!
Yan Qingchi heard his yin and yang, and said helplessly, "I've never eaten pork, and I haven't seen pigs running. You found out that you like boys and didn't read related books. You haven't seen that kind of coughing little yellow later. Book."
"just looking?"
"I've said that although I'm good-looking, I don't lie. Don't think that people are as dirty as you, okay?"
"Why am I dirty, I just have a look, okay?"
Now it's Yan Qingchi's turn not to believe it, "You? Just watch? Don't practice?"
"I keep myself clean."
"I think your eyes are higher than the top."
Jiang Mochen picked up the pillow and threw it at him.
Yan Qingchi dodged and dodged, laughing loudly, "Still angry from embarrassment." Seeing that Jiang Mochen was about to explode again, he hurriedly walked to the bathroom, and quickly closed the door while the other party was gnashing his teeth.
Yan Qingchi turned on the shower, took a quick shower, and held back his shame to get the stuff out of his body. He wiped his hair with a bath towel, then dried it with a hair dryer for a while, and walked out when it was almost half dry.
"Did you change the sheets?" As soon as he got into bed, he found that the sheets on the bed seemed to have been changed.
Jiang Mochen made a "hmm" sound, handed out the medicine on the bedside, and said a little embarrassedly, "Here you are."
Yan Qingchi took it, placed it on the head of his bed, pulled the quilt over, and got in.
"Did I give it to you to let you watch it?" Jiang Mochen felt that his little patience would be consumed by the people around him sooner or later.
"I just checked and it's not hurt, so there's no need to use it."
"real?"
"It's absolutely true."
Hearing what he said, Jiang Mochen didn't insist anymore, turned off the light, and lay down.
In the dark night, there was a moment of silence between the two of them.
Yan Qingchi was also a little sleepy at the moment, said "good night", turned around, turned his back to him, and fell asleep.
Only Jiang Mochen was left with his eyes open in the dark night, and after a long time, he slowly closed them.