[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

"Host, aren't you afraid that she will turn around and go out to expose this matter?" 001 reminded.

"She is trustworthy." Song Ci'an looked down at the restless person in her arms, her eyes full of energy. "She didn't take a photo with her mobile phone. Even if she told her, no one would believe her."

"How do you know she didn't take pictures with her phone?" 001 was curious.

Song Ci'an just lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms without answering.

001 was the first to be impatient, "Okay, she really didn't take a photo with her phone."

001 is a product of the higher world. As long as it is not blocked, it is very easy to perceive the surrounding things.

(001: Why do you think I was blocked?)

There were a few drunkards scattered around the hotel. Someone pushed open the door of the hotel and said "Hello, Teacher Song" to Song Cian from afar, then helped his artist and left.

Qi Qingyu was surrounded by a coat, with only one head exposed. Others from a distance could not see clearly, thinking that Song Ci'an was the only one.

Tang Xin's phone rang. It was impossible to expect Qi Qingyu to answer the phone and communicate normally. Song Cian answered the phone and heard Tang Xin's anxious voice, "Teacher Song, the car broke down halfway. Why don't you wait a moment?" Shall I rent another car to pick you up?"

In fact, the hotel where I live is not far from the hotel. It doesn't take long to drive, and it takes an hour to walk.

Before the two set off, they had agreed to let Tang Xin pick them up at night. It was not safe for Xiao Song, a girl, to go out at night. What's more, Xiao Song didn't have a driver's license, so no one dared to drive even if he dared to sit in the car.

Qi Qingyu in his arms raised his bright eyes, still retaining some sense, but when he spoke, he looked slightly crazy, which scared Tang Xin on the other side of the phone.

He said, "Let's walk back!"

Tang Xin was so shocked that she screamed on the other side of the phone, shouting, "Please say goodbye, ancestor. Just wait a little longer and I will drive to pick you up."

Qi Qingyu felt that Tang Xin's screaming voice was too noisy, so he stretched out his long arm and hung up the phone. His eyes full of hope stared at Song Ci'an without blinking for a moment.

"Okay." After getting the answer he wanted, Qi Qingyu squeezed into his arms again.

Song Ci'an told Tang Xin on the phone and asked him to rest first.

The autumn wind was bleak, fallen leaves were piled all over the ground, the soft moonlight fell on the ground, and stars were twinkling in the night sky.

It was impossible for a drunkard to walk back on his own. Song Cian helped Qi Qingyu take two steps. His legs were as soft as noodles, and the soles of his feet slipped after taking only two steps.

Song Ci'an squatted down, but the person behind Weiyu said, "Do you want to carry me?"

"Ah."

"I can walk by myself, I don't need you to carry me on my back. I'm very heavy and it's very tiring to carry me on my back." The zipper of his coat was pulled to the top and he stood there, looking good and talking well.

"Come up."

"Oh." The drunkard was no longer stubborn and obedient, placing his hands on Song Cian's warm neck.

Qi Qingyu leaned against Song Cian, and his warm breath sprayed on Song Cian's neck. He tightened his arms and hugged Song Cian's neck tightly. The body is drunk, but the eyes and mouth seem not to be drunk.

Her bright eyes stared greedily at the side face in front of her under the moonlight, and she said for a while that the fallen leaves were so beautiful; for a while, she said that the bodies touching each other were so hot; for a while, she asked, can we go back; for a while, she asked Are you tired? If you are, I can walk. After a while, I said that the moonlight is so beautiful and I want to kiss you.

Song Cian raised his hand and weighed it, letting the person behind him lie on his back safely, and said, "Kiss when you go back."

"Then how long will it take to go back? I really want to kiss you."

"almost."

With a familiar and reassuring smell lingering on the tip of his nose, Qi Qingyu stopped making trouble and just slowly leaned on Song Cian's back, feeling the tenderness of the night.

He carried him on his back as he walked back to the hotel, with the moon and stars hanging high above his head, and the street lamps elongating the overlapping figures. He walked on the path filled with fallen leaves, and when he walked with his feet, the leaves made a rustling sound. , like playing a beautiful love song.

It was not a short journey, carrying my beloved on my back, looking at the scenery, the rustling autumn wind blowing by my ears from time to time, and I soon arrived at the hotel.

The girl at the hotel front desk dozed off, then was startled by the sound of two people pushing the door open, and hurriedly asked if she needed help.

The tip of Qi Qingyu's nose turned red and she huddled in her collar, not wanting to talk to anyone except Song Cian.

The two of them were not wearing masks and had lived in this hotel for several months. The hotel girl recognized them as soon as they approached.

Song Cian shook his head and said no need.

The girl at the front desk dozed off and then sat back down. Ninety percent of the people staying in this hotel were celebrities filming movies. From the initial surprise to now, seeing celebrities no longer aroused her interest.

Compared with watching celebrities, it is most important and practical to catch fish during working hours.

After entering the hotel, Qi Qingyu made a fuss to come down, saying that he had sobered up and could leave.

The two of them live on the fifth floor and can go up by taking the elevator. Song Cian nodded and agreed to Qi Qingyu's request and put the person on his back down.

Facts have proved that people who are not good drinkers but like to drink can't wake up even if they blow cold air for an hour after drinking.

Qi Qingyu put an arm around Song Cian's neck and was helped towards his room.

After tidying up the drunkard and covering him with quilt, Song Cian planned to leave. After all, the smell of alcohol was not very pleasant.

The person who was supposed to close his eyes and sleep woke up at some point. With his big innocent eyes open, he held Song Cian's sleeve with one hand and sat up with the help of his strength. He slowly put his arms around Song Cian's neck and held her tightly. Song Ci'an slowly lowered his body and put his forehead against his forehead.

Qi Qingyu blushed and kissed Song Cian, with the familiar smell of alcohol, but not unpleasant.

Maybe the kiss was too long, maybe it was infected by the alcohol, and Song Cian felt that she was drunk too.

The kiss led by Qi Qingyu ended. The drunkard gasped and approached Song Cian's ear, "Do you want to leave?"

Then there was another heavy blow, "If you leave tonight, you won't be considered a man." The tone was light and breathy, but it was full of seduction and provocation.

Song Ci'an hoarse his voice, "I'm not leaving."

The moonlight outside the window was obscured by dark clouds, but a bright light was turned on in the bedroom.

Qi Qingyu felt ashamed and asked Song Cian to shut it down in a soft voice, but received no response. This lamp will fulfill its mission and shine until dawn.

Song Ci'an kissed Qi Qingyu's beautiful eyebrows, and gently brushed the broken hair on his forehead with his fingers. The kiss was like a tide, soaking through his body. Qi Qingyu felt that he was almost drowning in the tide brought to him by this person. .

Qi Qingyu called Song Cian's name over and over again in a hoarse voice, and Song Cian responded without missing a word until he finally became speechless.